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KIARAS SISTER*

kiaras sister
w/c: 2k
description: you dont fit in with the kooks or the pogues and nobody wanted to even try and be your friend. Maybe there was one boy who secretly held more than hatred for you.
warnings: smut, love/hate, kiaras sister, choking, petnames, swearing, fighting (rafe and JJ)

you hated being kiaras sister. The kooks thought you would be a 'dirty pogue'. They thought you would follow in your sisters footsteps and double cross them. No kooks wanted to befriend you incase you ditched the for the pogues.

The pogues didnt trust you like they trusted kiara, they thought you were still a 'stuck up kook'. They hated when you tried to talk to them and would stick their nose up at you for trying to befriend them.

Nobody gave you a chance to prove who you really were. They werent exactly mean to you and you always got invited to nearly all the parties, both kook and pogue hosted, but nobody invited you to hang out as friends. Nobody wanted yoy to come to there house for a sleepover or to get ready with them for the party being hosted.

To be honest, you didn't really have any friends. Kie would try to invite you to hang out with the pogues but on the off chance that you accepted the offer, JJ would make sly comments about you (things like slut, brat, conceited). John B would grab everybody else beers but leave you out, making you get up and get your own. This wouldnt be so bad if while you were up off your seat, they wouldnt purposefully spill their drinks over your seat so you'd have nowhere to sit. Pope would just glare at you the entire day, refusing to even speak to you.

You felt like an outsider being with them and everytime you got home after hanging out with them, you'd breakdown and sob all night. It hurts knowing that nobody will let you in and nobody will ever accept you. Forever you would just be stuck in Kiaras shadow.

Saturday came round and there was another boneyard party being thrown. You stood on the outskirts of the party, wearing a long sleeved, white dress that dipped down your chest, exposing your cleavage and it stopped mid thigh. It complimented your tan skin and made your curves stand out.

You were surrounded by scattered groups of rowdy kooks, stood away from the pogues. You always felt more comfortable with the kooks even if they never spoke to you, at least they didnt insult you.

You looked down at your red, plastic cup and saw it was empty. You groaned quietly, knowing the keg was on the 'pogue' side of the party. Also knowing John B and JJ were the ones handing out the drinks.
You walked over to the table, moving your hips side to side, feeling wandering eyes on you. A smirk fell onto your face, at least if they didn't want to be friends with you, they wanted to fuck you. Not that you'd let them.

As you reached the table, you felt large hands grip your waist quite harshly. You swiftly turned around and connected eyes with Rafe Cameron. A boy who had been chasing after you for years. You liked to act as if one day he's finally get you, but you knew you'd never allow him to see you in such a vulnerable way.
"Hey carrera." Rafe smirked, his dirty breath hitting the side of your exposed neck. It reeked of beer and weed, a mix that only worked for some people. For example, JJ Maybank.
Yes, you thought JJ was attractive. He had bright blue eyes that turned dark when he was mad, if you ever caught his eyes during an argument, the feeling went straight in between your thighs. His scent of weed and smoke attracted you strangely, it made you gag on anybody else but he pulled it off.