Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

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The starry eyed girl, known as Calla Whitlock, laughed with her friends that most people on the island considered scum under their feet. She swung the golf club with minimum force, making the act look even more ridiculous. Gripping her fingertips against the sleek metal, missing the ball by a couple inches. The curly haired girl next to her, crouching down trying to catch her breath. She gripped her stomach ignoring the pain shooting through her chest as she gasped for air, before laughing again. The friends watched the hazel eyed girl, who's eyes looked like stars, so fatigued, in a humorous trance unable to complete the simple movement. The alcohol still fresh on their lips making the situation ten times funnier. The starry eyed girl finally made contact with the golf ball paying no attention to where it went, making the entire group of friends giggle until their lungs longed for air.

They finally caught their breaths when the manager of the country club made his way towards them. He displayed a pair of tight beige khakis that made him look ridiculous. The walkie talkie seen at his hip, attached to his belt, swaying with every step he took, getting closer to the well known kook and her friends. "Hey!" He called out. Catching the eye of the brunette pogue that had just been handed the golf club signaling that it was his turn to swing at the ball perfectly placed on its tee. "Hey- guys!" He spat, trying to get his friends attention before the middle-aged man got any closer.  The group turned to see the same man that they had confronted earlier, about a minor problem they used as a distraction to get beer from behind the bar.

"Shit. Is he gonna kick us out?"

"uhm guys, I say we don't stick around, unless Calla wants to loose her job?" the blonde pogue questioned seeing the man had quickened his pace. She hummed agreeing, as she desperately grasped for the golf cart keys in her pocket before her heart dropped, feeling around inside the empty fabric. Thankfully, her hope of escaping her manager without being fired on the spot was replenished, remembering she had left the key in the engine an hour prior to the situation at hand.

The brunette loosened his grip on the golf club, letting it gently fall as he sprinted to catch up with the rest of the group that had already made a run to their escape. They all laughed as the manager tried to chase after them but quickly ran out of breath. Stopping, desperate for the cool air to fill his lungs as he panted. Calla hopped into the golf cart sliding to the drivers side as she sighed with relief, noticing the key was exactly where she remembered. She twisted it until it clicked and pressed the petal to accelerate without even thinking about her friends. Luckily, when she looked to see where they were they had all already taken their seats on the cart still laughing as they teasingly yelled to the manager. "Guys c'mon, give him a break." One of Calla"s closest friends, Henna, voiced.

"Yeah guys for real," Calla giggled, trying to sound believable. She really had no sympathy for the manager that she wasn't too fond of. He was just a little to friendly, making it seem as though bumping into her, sliding his fingers around her waist to excuse himself was an accident, on a daily basis. The friends all shared a very close bond with each other, making it extremely easy to create conversation about what had just happened.

The golf cart glided on the road, red and yellow hues of the sun shining on the friends making Calla look even more beautiful than she already was. Her soft, plump lips curving up into a smile when the friends included her in the topics they all found interesting. Her silky-honeyed colored hair swirling in the breeze.

Sometimes her thoughts would wander but in this moment she felt so free smelling the salty air, caused by the water surrounding the island she called home. For a second, she forgot about the underlying fear of going home to her aunt and uncle who were now her legal guardians after her mother and fathers passing. They died eleven months ago to be exact. Calla kept track as she had been miserable every single day without them. They were presumed dead in a car accident but their bodies were not found. The car had plunged into the marsh and it was found a month later. Meaning that they were missing for exactly 29 days, which was not easy for Calla. It left her hope that they would walk through the front door of their small family home at any time. Somehow, being with her friends as she drowned in alcohol, suffocated in the smoky scent of hemp, helped?

Calla pulled up to the garage, filled with the golf carts that belonged to the very Country Club she was recently hired at. She used to live on the cut happy with her parents, besides her fathers on and off drug addiction that she despised. Now? She lives with her moms sister, Aunt Pen, and Pens husband, Uncle Mark. She wasn't nearly as close with Aunt Pen as her and her mother were. On the south side, her mom would boast about Callas beauty and bright future ahead of Calla, to everyone that had started a conversation with the also very beautiful woman. Now.. not so much. She wasn't comfortable in her so called 'home' with her aunt and uncle, where Aunt Pen made comments about Callas body and her failures that she was already struggling with, as she hated herself for becoming so lazy. The things that would usually be complimented by her mother if she were there. Making Calla hate her sad reality even more. Her Uncle always watched her with judgmental eyes that made her wish his dead stare would burn through her so she didn't have to be exposed to their criticism anymore.

In her so called home locked in her room it felt like her what used to be non-existent insecurities would grow into demons strangling her and slowly dismembering her heart from her body until she was ready to give into own thoughts of ending it all just like the demons wanted. She had come close before until her uncle walked in informing her dinner was ready making her heavy eyelashes dripping with moisture close, as she knew that the feeling would intensify after the dinner where her aunt and uncle would make her feel even more useless. That was probably one of the worst nights of her life.

She snapped out of her excruciating painful thoughts as the large garage opened. She pulled the newly painted golf cart into its empty spot, twisting the key and getting out, making the cart lift slightly as her weight was lifted from the seat. "John B, we can drive the Twinkie back right?" She asked hopeful he'd say yes so she didn't have to walk home in the slightly chilly weather. He hummed indicating that the proposed question was already something he had planned out mentally with the same dread as Calla, not wanting to travel back to the chateau on foot. "Yea I think she's got enough gas," the brunette grinned, patting the vans hood like the beaten up vehicle was listening, and he didn't want to hurt its feelings.

They all made their way to the van as she walked over to the specific cubby, designated for the golf cart she drove dropping the key in and locking it. She turned around before bumping into a tall blonde mans chest. His sapphire blue eyes looking her over before finally speaking. "Ay watch where your going," the blonde kook spat waiting for her to move. She was about to apologize when she looked up realizing it was Rafe Cameron, making her nose scrunch in distaste. Her and Rafe had barely known each other since she was usually on the south side before her parents accident. But after the first day at the Kook Academy she hated, they already weren't on good terms when she defended her pogue friends, after he came to pick up his sister Sarah who was a few grades below her.

"You were the one who ran into ME," Calla stated firmly watching as Rafe ran his tongue over his top set of teeth growing more impatient, wanting for her to move so he could get back to his friends.

"Calla, get the fuck out of my way," he smirked watching her face grow red with anger and surprise.

She thought about what to say quickly shooting back. "Ya know for someone as cocky as you you kind of seem scared of me." She stood firmly.

He loosely let out an airy chuckle before pushing past her almost knocking her onto the ground. She watched him walk past her zeroing in on a white layer of dust smeared on his nostril. She had no strength to say anything as her thoughts flashed back to a time when her father seemed to have that same white strip on his lip.

She watched him walk towards the golf course confronting the shorter blond kook and the dark haired boy known as Topper and Kelce. She waited a moment to snap out of the similar thoughts she had when her father did almost the same thing Rafe did, before finding the strength to get and start walking to the keypad to close the garage. She headed over to her friends that were taking their seats in the van.