My Lover

Chapter 3

The week goes by of boring class and hanging out after school with Kie and her friends.
I have grown really close to them all and we clicked almost immediately when we met.
Kie and I are going to have a girls night at Sarah's and the boys are going to stay on the banks and have a boy's night of who knows what shenanigans that they will get up to.

Kie picks me up from my house to take me to Sarah's place.
Even though Sarah wants nothing to do with her family she still lives at the house with her brother and sister and stepmom.
She has to take care of her sister and make sure nothing funny goes on in that house.

Kie and I arrive and I am amazed at the beautiful big house called Sarah's home.
It is so big and right on the lake.
Kie calls me over and we walk inside.
Kie directs me to Sarah's room, which as the rest of the house is beautiful too.
It is just Sarah, Kie and I for now, apparently the rest went out for dinner somewhere and would be back later.
Kie gets high on some pot and Sarah and I don't do that stuff so we just mainly laugh at Kie and her high personality.

Sarah and Kie have now fallen asleep but I can't for some reason.
I hear a car door and I look out the window to see who I think is Sarah's brother and stepmom.
It is about 2 a.m. in the morning and I heard her sister come past at about 11.
I decide to leave it alone because it is none of my business.
I get thirsty so I go to get some water from the kitchen.

I run into a really tall guy with dark blonde hair which falls beautifully into his stunningly georgeus face.
"Who are you ?" He asks me whilst I stand there staring at his beautiful figure and face.
"Umm, I'm , Sarah's friend, Cara." I reply struggling to take my eyes off of him but force myself to.
"Oh well, I'm Rafe, Sarah's brother." He replys to me
It suddenly makes sense, of course it is her brother.

"Well, umm, I just came for some water, so I'll be going now." I says with a stutter of shyness.
I walk away and hear him give a slight chuckle.
I don't know if it is a good chuckle or a bad one.
I decide not to dwell on it because I don't know him and I really need sleep.
Who knows maybe I just dreamt this whole thing.

The next morning I am assured that I definately did not dream about it.
I walk into the kitchen and there Rafe is shirtless with a beer in his hand.
"Good morning." He says all chipper
"Morning." I reply not even a quarter as chipper as he was.
I don't know if it is a good idea to give myself the opportunity to start finding him attractive, even though it is a bit late for that, because Sarah is my friend and it's her brother.
Even if he is smoking hot.