Hate U to Love U [Rafe Cameron x Reader]

Chapter Four

Is there any part of you that takes pleasure in my pain?

Does it make you go crazy knowing that I'm going insane?

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About a week went by since Rafe found out about the treasure. He was frantic, trying to form a plan in his head on how he was going to get to that treasure before the Pogues did. In the meantime, he arrived at his drug dealer's house. He hopped off his motorcycle, making his way inside. He swung the door open, causing Barry to look up from the couch.

Barry- "Aye. What up, country club?" He sat up.

Rafe walked to Barry's coffee table, with his usual excitable energy, he eagerly rummaged through the clutter on the table. 

Rafe- "I'm getting low."

Barry- "Nah, fool, I already told you, you gotta pay me full price for the last one."

Rafe- "I know, I know." He held his head in frustration and started pacing back and forth.

Barry- "You still owe me 50."

Rafe pulled his wallet out of his back jean pocket and opened it up to check inside. "I only have 10 on me."

Barry scoffed. "Yo, I thought you were supposed to be rich."

Rafe- "My Dad cut me off. All right? I don't, I don't got money right now, but I will. And I'm gonna pay you double. I just need a few weeks, and I got you. I promise."

Barry- "All right, but I only got a gram on me."

Rafe- "That's fine-" He reached his hand out.

Barry- "That cool?" He handed it to him.

Rafe nodded as he inspected the small bag of cocaine in his hands.

Barry- "Three weeks."

"Three weeks," Rafe repeated.

Barry- "And I want triple. Just for making me wait so damn long."

Rafe- "Fine." He put the baggy in his front pocket, then headed out.

Barry- "Always a pleasure." He shook his head and chuckled to himself.

That night at the bonfire, Y/n, JJ, John B, and Pope were standing around, chatting with one another.

"I can't believe you brought your gun," I said to JJ.

JJ- "Yeah, well, things can go very wrong very fast." He stuck his index finger inside the trigger guard and spun it around his finger. He then slyly shoved it in his back pocket, attempting to show off. I rolled my eyes at him and started to walk off.

Y/n- "All right, well, I'm gonna go... somewhere that isn't here," I joked before I completely abandoned them.

I scoped the party, looking for any sign of alcohol that wasn't already in someone else's hand. I headed up to the small beach house located on the brim of the beach. People were scattered on the porch, conversing with one another. 

Once I climbed the first two steps, I spotted Rafe lounging on a couch in front of a glass table. He had one hand on a brunette girl's thigh, and the other hand was shaping a line of cocaine with a credit card.

As I approached the porch, Rafe looked up and made eye contact with me. I instantly shifted my eyes away and continued walking to the back door.

Rafe- "Yo, Pogue-"

I stopped, feeling my face get hotter by the second out of embarrassment because I knew he was talking to me.

Rafe- "You want a line?"