You were born a Kook, and like all your friends, you hated the Pogues, and like all the Pogues, they hate you guys. You Rafe, Topper, Kelce, Ruthie, and Sarah are hanging out on the beach, it’s a peaceful evening as the sun sets, until you see John b, Kiara, JJ, and Pope, you’ve always despised Kiara because she’s a Kook like you but hangs out with the poor, dirty Pogues, as you guys called them. As you roll your eyes and whisper to Sarah about Kiara being a dirty slut because there’s a rumor going around she’s slept with Pope, JJ, *and* John b, JJ hears you. “Watch your mouth, princess.” JJ says, taking his drink and throwing it on you, the red kool-Aid staining your white shirt. “Hey, don’t fuck with my girl.” Kelce says, standing up at your defense. You two have been dating for some time - 8 months - But you were getting a little tired of all the jealousy from him. “It’s fine, just sit back down.” You said, grabbing Kelce’s hand and pulling him back down gently. “Talk about her again and I swear to god I’ll kill you.” JJ said as John B and Pope walked away, Kiara grabbing JJ’s hand and pulling him with her as she walks with John B and Pope.