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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘
golfing catastrophe

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Rafe <3
Hey, I'm sorry and I want to make it up to you. Golf later?
3:32 a.m.

You're probably still sleeping, or maybe you're not and you decided to ignore this, but I'm at the course now if you want to come.
11:41 a.m.

Kyla checked her phone once she had gotten out of the shower. She had slept a lot, not realizing how tired she had been before her body had touched her bed the night before. She then saw the texts from Rafe and couldn't help but smile. At least he was trying to fix things, and Kyla knew that he cared about her.

On my way.
11:53 a.m.

She texted before she had gotten golf appropriate attire on. Once she was ready, she quickly drove over to the golf course on Figure Eight. She got her own golf club and golf ball, and then walked over to see Rafe and...Topper?

"Uh, hey boys," she called out, a little confused as to why Topper was there. She thought it was just supposed to be her and Rafe.

Rafe looked over at her and smiled. "Hey, babe. You — you look gorgeous," he complimented, making her cheeks heat up.

"Thanks," she said, walking up to them. "Hey, Topper, what are you doing here?" she asked him slowly.

Topper glanced over at Rafe awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "Oh, uh," Rafe said, speaking for Topper, "he and Sarah also got into a little bit of, uh, a fight last night and I wanted to give him some advice, you — you know?"

"So, you invited him while you're also trying to make it up to me?" Kyla questioned slowly, waiting for his answer as she tilted her head.

Rafe opened his mouth to speak, but he spotted something over Kyla's shoulder and said, "Whoa, whoa whoa."

"Hey, what?" Topper asked, following Rafe's gaze. She furrowed her brows and looked over her shoulder to see Pope, walking along the path with some bags in his hand.

"I don't think he's a member, do you?" Rafe asked as Kyla fully turned around to watch Pope walk.

"It's fine, just — just let him go," Topper said and Kyla nodded. "All right, let's, uh...let's go get your ball. Come on."

"What happened to his ball?" Kyla asked, looking at Topper.

"He hit it all the way—"

"They put a gun to your head, bro," Rafe cut him off, tearing his gaze away from Pope to look at Topper.

"That's fine. It's fine. Let's go," Topper said before Rafe started to make his way over to Pope, making Kyla's eyes widened. "Hey, Rafe. Rafe! Let's get your ball, man," Topper continued, but Rafe didn't listen as he walked down the small hill to get to Pope.

"Rafe," Kyla called out quietly, but he didn't stop. Kyla gulped and followed Rafe alongside Topper, not knowing what Rafe was going to do.

"Hey, what's up, man? Hey, how much for one of those beers?" Rafe asked, placing his golf club across Pope's body to stop him from walking.

Pope glanced at Kyla, making her glance away in uncertainty. "They're not for sale," he told Rafe.

Pope tried to walk past him, but Rafe pushed the golf club against him harder. "Oh, wait, wait, wait. You can just give us one, then, right?" he asked as Topper made his way next to him, leaving Kyla behind them with a worried look on her face.

"Or you can order one, like everybody else," Pope said, getting tired of Rafe as he tried to walk past him again.

Rafe placed a hand on his chest to stop him. "Listen. Wait, wait, wait. You're not listening to me. Um..." he trailed off, shrugging, "...You've got so many, bro, and we've got nothing."

"Nothin'," Topper said, backing Rafe up.

"Yeah, and I'm trying to treat my girlfriend to a good time, all right?" Rafe added, pointing at Kyla with his thumb, who gave him a look since they both knew she didn't drink.

Pope must have known as well because he looked at Rafe suspiciously. "They're not even mine. They're already paid for, okay?" Pope explained to them.

"Already paid for?" Rafe asked, placing the top end of the golf club in the bag. "You probably stole 'em, right?" he asked as he brought the club down, ripping the bag and making the alcohol bottles crash onto the ground.

"Rafe!" Kyla called out, her eyes widening as she took a few steps closer to them, throwing her golf club to the side.

"What the hell?! You owe me for that!" Pope said loudly as he pointed at Rafe with a bag in his hand, prompting Rafe to hit that bag out of his hand as well. "Oh!"

Rafe let out a breath. "Dude, I don't owe you shit, Pogue," he said, walking over to him threateningly.

"Buy your own shit!" Pope shouted as he pushed Rafe away from him, trying to get away, only for him to almost bump into Topper.

"Guys!" Kyla yelled, but none of the guys seemed to listen to her.

"Hey, hey, come on, man. We just want one of these beers!" Topper said as he tried to grab the box out of Pope's hands. "Just give us one of these—!"

"You guys are freakin' crazy!" Pope said, pulling the box away from Topper to try and keep the box of beers in his own hands.

"Give us a beer, man!" Topper said before he pulled the box out of Pope's hands, sending the boy down on the sandy ground beneath them. Pope let out a strained yell as he rolled on the ground, obviously hurt. "Shit! Shit, my bad, man."

"Oh, my God," Kyla whispered, biting the inside of her cheek as she placed her hands on the top of her head anxiously since she didn't know what to do.

Pope then crawled up from the floor and went to go punch one of them before Rafe brought the golf club up and poked him hard in the stomach, sending Pope doubling over. He then hit the golf club over Pope's back hard, sending him down.

"Rafe, stop!" Kyla cried out, running over to the three of them as quickly as she could.

"Hey! Rafe, Rafe! Come on, man!" Topper shouted with his arms up towards Rafe to try and get him to calm down, since he had gone too far.

"Stay down, bitch!" Rafe yelled over Pope's hurt body.

"Hey, let's go! Let's go, man!" Topper said as he pushed Rafe away from Pope, only making Rafe push against him.

"What, man?!" Rafe questioned.

"Listen to him, Rafe!" Kyla yelled, but Rafe kept on pushing against Topper aggressively.

"Knock it off, Rafe! Come on!" Topper continued before Rafe pushed off of him. "Seriously. Rafe!"

Rafe then jumped up in the air with the golf club in his hand, hitting it down towards Pope. "RAFE!" Kyla and Topper bellowed at the same time right before the club landed in the sand right next to Pope's body, making Pope gasp softly.

"Ha-ha!" Rafe laughed triumphantly.

"Seriously, knock it off!" Topper yelled as Rafe backed up away from Pope for a second.

"Stay there, Rafe!" Kyla said, but Rafe didn't listen as he leaned down towards Pope's bleeding face.

"Rafe, listen. Come on, man," Topper said, trying to get him to stop.

"Okay..." Rafe trailed off, smacking Pope's face a few times.

"Hey, Rafe, Rafe. Just let him go."

"We don't want you over here. Got that?" Rafe said to Pope, breathing heavily.

"Let him go, Rafe," Kyla said sternly, her throat dry from yelling.

"Stay off Figure Eight, Pogue," Rafe said as he stood up and started to walk away. "See ya!" Topper and Kyla stayed standing over Pope, both in complete shock at what Rafe had just done to him. "Top, Ky, let's go!" Rafe called out, but they both still looked down at Pope with wide eyes. "Hey, let's go!" he called out again, but it was more aggressive and loud. Topper started to back away while Kyla decided to crouch down towards Pope, wanting to help him up. "Kyla, come on!"

"Just go, Rafe! I'll deal with this!" Kyla called back to him, not even wanting to look at him at that moment since she was disgusted by his actions.

"Kyl—!"

"Just go!" she repeated even louder, looking over her shoulder with an angry look in her eyes.

Rafe noticed the look in her eyes and glanced at Topper. "Okay, come on," he said before the both of them walked away.

She then looked back down at Pope, seeing him groan in pain. "I'm so sorry," she whispered before she began to help him up.

He wiped at his mouth, which was bleeding. "It's not you that needs to apologize" he told her through some sharp breaths.

"Come on," she said, placing one of his arms around her neck as she helped him walked back towards his boat.

"You...don't need to help me," Pope told her, placing a hand on his chest.

"Yes, I do. My boyfriend beat you up and I just...watched," she said, looking over at him. "I have to do something." She knew that she couldn't try to get between the fight since she would most likely end up hurt in the process, but now she had to help Pope.

Pope looked down, not saying anything for the rest of the slow walk to the boat. Once they made it aboard, Kyla took the thin, white jacket she was wearing off and dipped it into the cold ocean water. She then walked back to Pope on the boat, handing it to him. "Here. Put it on your mouth or your eye, and it should stop the swelling for a bit," she told him before he slowly took the wet cloth from her, holding it up to his face.

"You can go now," he told her, walking inside of the boat where the steering wheel was.

She quickly followed after him. "I can't just leave. That'll just be..." she trailed off, trying to find the right word.

"Shitty?" he finished for her, wincing slightly as he spoke.

"Yeah. Yeah," she said with a nod. She went to go say something else before she was cut off by someone else outside of the boat.

"Pope!" JJ shouted as he ran down the dock, before he laughed. "Dude, you are not going to believe what just happened to me, man! Whoo! That was the best 100 bucks I've ever made! When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it," he said as he walked into the compartment they were in. "Whoa, what is she doing here?" he asked.

"I'm standing right here. You can just ask me," she said, crossing her arms at JJ.

"Okay, then, what are you doing here?" JJ asked, arching a brow slightly.

Kyla sighed, licking her lips nervously as she looked back over at Pope. She then went to go answer before Pope said, "Rafe and Topper jumped me." Pope then faced JJ, showing the cuts and bruises on his face. JJ looked away angrily, making Kyla bite the inside of her cheek nervously. "They said no Pogues on their side of the island."

"Did you have something to do with this?" JJ questioned Kyla, turning and staring her down.

"What? No, I-I," she stammered, trying to find the right words without making it seem like she was bystander.

"No, she helped me afterwards. It was just Topper and her...boyfriend," Pope told JJ for her, making the blonde shake his head.

"I can't believe this," he said breathlessly, his nose flaring.

"I can't either," Kyla said, her lips in a thin line. She somehow felt responsible for this since she was dating Rafe.

"You can go now, Kyla. I can help him from here," JJ then softly told her after a moment, looking back over at her.

"You sure?" Kyla asked.

"Positive," JJ replied with a slight mocking tone, and Kyla nodded slowly before she walked out of the control, hopping off the boat afterwards. She then turned around and sent the two boys a little wave, to which JJ only returned.

She then sighed and turned around, walking back up to the golf course to retrieve her golf club to put it away since their golf game definitely wasn't happening now.

Okay so school as a officially started for me and I'm just so happy about it. Hopefully you can tell I'm being sarcastic. Anyway, I'm also on the high school soccer team so I'm gonna be really busy with school, homework, and soccer. With that being said, updates will be probably be slower. I do have some of the chapters prewritten, but I do need to revise and check them and everything. So, yeah, if im not updating, it's because im really busy.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter (even though what Rafe didn't isnt really enjoyable), and remember to vote and comment!