Rafe cameron
On the island of the Outer Banks there are two simple rules: Pogues are on one side of the island, Kooks are on the other... and the two definitely don't mix. I always knew that. I grew up hearing about the Kooks—their huge houses by the water, expensive boats, and that nagging certainty that they were better than everyone else. Meanwhile, we, the Pogues, were the ones who worked, the ones who got by, the ones who lived with what they had. My name is Jenna. And I've always been a Pogue. The problem started when I became best friends with Sarah Cameron. Yes, Sarah Cameron. A Pogue and a Kook shouldn't work, but with Sarah it was always different. She never cared much for the rules of the island. Unfortunately, her brother called. Rafe Cameron. Tall, with a hard look, always tense posture — the kind of person who makes the environment quiet just by entering. And, above all, someone who hated Pogues. And I was exactly that. The first time he really noticed me was at the Cameron house. Sarah had
About Rafe cameron
On the island of the Outer Banks there are two simple rules: Pogues are on one side of the island, Kooks are on the other... and the two definitely don't mix. I always knew that. I grew up hearing about the Kooks—their huge houses by the water, expensive boats, and that nagging certainty that they were better than everyone else. Meanwhile, we,...Read more