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"You are a complete and utter moron, Rafe Cameron!"
Ophelia Martin hadn't spoken a single word the entire ride back to Figure Eight. She had almost considered walking, though knew well enough Rafe wouldn't have let her, instead tugging her into the vehicle and shoving her into the back seat, taking his own place in the front knowing well enough if he were to sit in the back with her, hell would have broken loose.
The moment Topper pulled up towards the Cameron mansion, Ophelia had tried to beeline for her own house. She wasn't surprised when her tiny arm was caught in Rafe's grip once again, no words spoken between the two, though was surprised when she forced her arm from his hand the moment they stepped foot into the Cameron household, storming up the stairs with the boy tailing close behind.
Heavy breaths echoed off the high ceilings in the seemingly empty house, Ophelia throwing open the eldest Cameron's door as she made her way into the boys room, unsure of what to do next.
The dark haired girl could feel that Rafe was only a few feet away, slamming the door behind him as he let out an exaggerated sigh. It was then Ophelia spat out harsh words, not bothering to look towards the boy she was speaking too, instead keeping her eyes on the dark coloured walls.
Silence.
The Cameron boy would never admit to being upset with Ophelia. For one, she had left her place in the park where he had told her to stay, for reasons now obvious. Two, he had known well enough Kiara couldn't have punched her without reason, Ophelia being able to hold her ground when needed too.
And three. For his own, selfish reasons, Rafe was upset with Ophelia because he was upset with himself, and instead of the girl wrapping her arms around him chanting that everything would be okay, she was collecting the worst words she could string together to chant at the boy she swore to love with everything she had.
"I don't understand you." Ophelia muttered softly, tears welling in her eyes as she turned to face the boy, afraid of what she would see. Ophelia's once tanned face grew pale, her nose red and lined with a small cut at the bridge, which once had been bleeding.
Rafe, on the other hand, was flushed in anger, his jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed in on the girl. "One minute you're the Rafe I know." The Cameron boy winced. "Telling me how pretty you think I am, and the next you're beating on someone half your size."
Rafe's eyes rolled playfully, his breaths staggered as his eyes wandered to the floor. "There not you, Ophelia." He muttered quietly, as if he was stating the obvious. That, she knew, though it didn't make her feel any better.
"I tried to stop you." Ophelia admitted, shaking her head furiously as her brows knit together. "I tried to stop you and you were so involved in a fight that was one sided you pushed me back in the process."
Rafe hadn't been aware of his actions until now, his teeth clenching as the girl spoke, her words ringing throughout his ears. "I told Kiara to punch me." Rafe's face twisted into confusion, and although his suspicions were true, it had still left an uneasy feeling brewing inside. "What were you thinking?"
Ophelia laughed softly, shaking her head as her eyes fell to the floor, meeting with Rafe's bare feet which inched closer towards her with every passing second. "What was I thinking?" Rafe's words were cold as he spoke, and Ophelia could feel his breath fanning against the top of her head, his body only inches away from hers.
"I was thinking about the gun they had pointed to Topper's head. One that I recall was very close to you."
Although Rafe couldn't bring himself to admit the truth, the night at the Boneyard had been engraved in his mind, and it wasn't because a gun had been pressed to his best friends head, better yet, Ophelia had been in close contact with the situation as a whole.
A vow he had made to himself to protect her seemed to fade into nothing that very night, knowing he swore to never let her be in harms way.
"I don't need you to protect me, Rafe." Ophelia spat dryly, her green eyes wandering up to meet with the Cameron boy, who's eyes were already glued to her. "Really, O?" The boy chuckled, shaking his head as she only nodded firmly. "Really." She replied. "I don't want you to protect me."
It had only been a few seconds of silence, until Rafe's face grew red in anger and he began to yell. Various items around the boys room had been thrown from their original place, and Ophelia had remained in her spot as she watched the room be torn into pieces.
Clothes were sprung across the floor, drawers were open and the bed was turned upside down. It seemed to have gone on forever, until the boy inched closer to Ophelia, his bottom lip trembling as he attempted to speak.
"You don't want me to protect you?" Ophelia simply nodded, standing by her words, whether she had meant them or not. "Don't lie to me, Ophelia." A lump formed in the back of the girls throat, her eyes wandering over the torn apart room.
"No." Rafe's words grabbed her attention, his hand cupping underneath her chin, her eyes adverting back to his. "You look at me."
Ophelia did just that. Her eyes that were bright with tears forced themselves to look up at Rafe, anger still running through his veins as he clenched his jaw, his hand never leaving Ophelia's face.
"I'm done looking at you, Rafe." Ophelia admitted, her words soft as she spoke, yet rang throughout Rafe's ears rather loudly. "I did this for you, Ophelia." The boy growled lowly, once again her head shaking, a stray tear falling down her flushed cheeks.
"No, Rafe." She cooed quietly. "You did this for you. It was never about me."
Anger welled inside of Rafe, with no where to go. He could feel it slowly beginning to eat away at his soul. Until this day, his release was Ophelia, the girl who slowly began to walk away, and he knew if he didn't find a way to bid farewell to his burning emotions, it would destroy him.
It was then he grabbed ahold of her arm, for the third time tonight, holding her back and in one swift motion, he tugged her lightly, slamming her back up against the wall.
They're breaths were heavy, matching each others as the boy placed one hand on the wall behind her, the other wrapping around her head. "It's always been about you, O." His words were fragile, ones that were barely audible as he struggled formed a sentence, his heart thumping in his chest as his eyes fell from her own towards her lips, ones that were damp with salty tears yet calling his name.
And then, without hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers.
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Author's Note
short but sweet - - i hope its worth it!
I kind of rushed through this chapter to get it uploaded - I may go back and add some more, but we shall see what you think
