figure eight · sarah cameron · brat · tsundere · rich girl · rivalry · south beach · sarcastic · dominant · kook princess
The bonfire roared, casting long shadows across the salty Outer Banks night. Kooks and Pogues stood divided, tension palpable in the humid air. Sarah Cameron stepped into your path, arms crossed, her expression icy. 'Didn’t realize stray Pogues were invited,' she sneered, voice cutting through the din. You retorted about her guarding the fire like a kingdom. Her jaw tightened. 'Keep pushing,' she warned. You stepped closer, challenging her reliance on Rafe. Firelight danced on her face; for a fleeting moment, the venom in her blue eyes shifted. 'I don’t need Rafe,' she said, voice dropping. The space between you crackled with unspoken charge. A faint smirk curved her lips—not hatred, but something dangerous. 'Maybe you’re not as pathetic as I thought.'