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𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦(𝗦);
❝𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧.❞

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"Ow! God dammit Topper!" Rafe rubbed furiously at the back of his head, glaring at the blonde who had just struck him.

"Well, you've only been making heart eyes for the past ten minutes." Laughter polluted Topper Thornton's mocking voice.

Rafe made a face of disgust, "I have not. What is there to stare at?"

Kelce, another of Rafe's friends, a fellow druggie who liked to hang out at the local country clubs, glanced at Topper before flicking his eyebrows towards a group of people standing down the beach, "Well your eyes seem to enjoy y/n's ass."

An exaggerated scoff loudly burst from Rafe's lips as his eyes rolled in annoyance, dismissing his friend's teasing.

"And the back of her head when we're in class, and her lips when she's talking to her friends, and her boobs when she's lying on her surfboard-" Rafe had enough and cut Topper off, "Shut up. I do not stare at y/l/n."

The eldest Cameron took a swift swig from his beer and averted his friend's gaze, who were now smirking boldly, amused with the sudden outburst stubborn of denial.

"Right. Just like you also don't talk about her all the time!" Kelce nodded to Topper as if he had forgotten.

"Yeah, y/n this, y/n that, just fuck her already dude! You're so obviously head over heels, it hurts to watch." And in turn, Topper added fuel to the fire, earning an obnoxiously hollow laugh from Rafe.

"She's a fucking pogue man. There is no way in hell I would ever stoop that low." He insisted.

"That's not what you said in your sleep last night." Topper snickered, sipping from the dark brown glass bottle clutched in his hand.

"Oh y/n! Don't stop!" Kelce made a horrific attempt to imitate Rafe's voice, squealing at about fifteen octaves too high.

Rafe couldn't help but glance sheepishly at the girl dancing around with her friends. The idiot blonde he knew as JJ was all over her, and she didn't seem to mind. It made his blood boil. But instead of approaching her, instead of doing everything in his power to keep JJ's hands off of her, he sat in his folding chair and forced out a couple of words he couldn't ever mean, "There's no way I would ever get with her. Even if my life depended on it."

With a knowing look, Rafe's friends just smiled weakly and indulged in their own conversation. They pitied their best friend.

His eyes lingered on the shimmering ocean only a mere second before they found their way back to y/n.

This time, a beer can was pressed against her plump pink lips, which usually displayed the most perfect smile. Unless she had her nose in a book, then he could always find her teeth digging into her bottom lip, which happened to be the more tender looking of the two.

He's always wondered what they felt like to kiss.

He's even been tempted a few times to reach a thumb out and brush them against the sensitive skin. Despite the few faint scars from the occasional chap that coated her lips, they always looked ever so soft.

A jumper hung loosely around her, which he knew not to be hers and assumed belonged to one of the other Pogues. It seemed to cover much more of her than it should have, the white material easily sinking past her mid-thigh.

She would look much better in one of his hoodies.

Not that she didn't look good now. She looked stunning per usual. Skin tan, hair a perfect mess, and her eyes squinting slightly as she laughed alongside her friends. Perfection.

No. What was he talking about. She's a pogue. She's a pogue. She's a pogue. She. Is. A. Pogue. And he hates her. He's hated her for as long as he can remember knowing her. Whether it's because she hangs out with the wrong sort or because she is a wrong sort he isn't sure, but, he hates her.

Everything about her is just so annoying. The way she's insecure around certain people, the way she won't even go near him, the way she smiles at JJ's stupid jokes, the way she won't wear a bikini because she thinks she's overweight, the way she denies to everyone that she's an amazing surfer. She's just so, so, aggravating, and snarky, and stubborn, and beautiful, and smart, and kind that it just drives him insane.

Rafe was pulled out of his thoughts by another begrudging comment from his irritating friend, "Okay. That's it. I swear if you don't go over there, I will do it myself."

"Sit the fuck down." Rafe seethed, pushing an impatient Topper back into his seat, "She deserves better man. She deserves so much more than what I have to offer. There's no way."

Kelce raised a brow, "I thought you didn't like her?"

"How can I not?"