Paul Danimal’s Yogurt

not really a pogue because she goes to the kook academy but not really a kook because her parents business is on the cut.

she's bigger than than the other girls at school so the only attention she really got was from creepy older men. once she grew out of her awkward phase (she kept the raccoon hair) and traded the minecraft hoodie in for a mini skirt, she became the torturous image that most guys at the kook academy jerked off to.

how could they not? she's the image of femininity and softness when she wears a dress or a short skirt. thighs they could use as leverage while they plowed her into oblivion. skin just waiting to be marked and bruised. plush lips that would feel so good kissing them all over. but it's not like they would ever admit it.

it wasn't until rafe cameron started being sweet on her that she realized people had actually been paying attention to her. she knew rafe wasn't completely real with her, that he'd never call her his girlfriend. that he would never fight for her with the people most important to him when they inevitably said "she's a sweet girl but..." that doesn't mean she doesn't like the attention. no, she loves it. she knows what she's getting herself into.

this whole time, she doesn't realize that topper has been pining after her for years. topper doesn't realize it either. he's a nice guy. he never treats anyone from figure 8 terribly and until the whole drama with the pogues, he was trying to be civil with them. he tried to be cool with everyone which is why he couldn't understand why his stomach churned at the sight of her grinding on his best friend.

"i'm gonna get us a drink." rafe moves some hair from her ear and leans in close.

she leans back and looks at him with a smile. "okay."

as soon as rafe is gone, topper swoops in.

"hey, you." he stood behind her, close enough to feel her body heat but far enough not to come off as creepy.

it was a pleasant surprise when she danced her way closer to him. "hey topper." she was drunk already, cheeks all red and makeup slightly smudged. "what's up?"

he places his hands on the soft curve of her waist and leans into her ear. "don't do anything with rafe. he's using you."

it catches her completely off guard and now she's flushing with embarrassment and all the insecurities she had managed to push away before topper had it all come rushing back. "why're you saying that?"

"because he doesn't deserve you. i don't want to see you get hurt." as topper is saying this, he locks eyes with rafe across the floor. his grip on her tightens and he watches his hands sink into the flesh on her hips.

"that's nice and all topper but i don't care." she pushes herself away from him, temper starting to boil with help from the alcohol. she and rafe meet in the middle, exchange a few words and then he's leading her upstairs and the two aren't seen for the rest of the night.