It ends with you (Rafe Cameron)

𝚡𝚟𝚒. 𝚑𝚒𝚜

A week after the storm a kid named Mickey threw a huge party. Pogues only.

It had taken a lot of convincing from JJ and a promise from Kie that Mickey could take her to dinner, for him to allow Rue to come. Because she lived on Figure Eight, most Pogues considered her a Kook, but JJ had brought a very waterproof case in her defence and now, after lots of pleading and probably a few threats, Rue was standing at one of the bigger parties of the summer.

"If someone doesn't get a beer in my hand in the next minute, I'm gonna cause a scene," Kiara complained.

"On it boss," Pope sneaked from the group, rushing to the makeshift bar.

"Tonight is our night," JJ said as he wrapped an arm over Rue's shoulder and the other over Kie's. "If I see any of you assholes sober, we're gonna fight."

"Wasn't planning on it, bud." Kie patted his hand as Pope arrived back and tossed beer cans to everyone in the group.

"You know I'd kick your ass," John B said as he pushed JJ against the shoulder. It took three seconds for both of them to be on the ground, wrestling in the sand.

The girls had gathered by the campfire, watching the boys participate in a football match and lose while they sipped some beers.

"You picked out a dime, Sarah," Rue laughed as John B fell face first in the sand. Kie laughed along with her and Sarah shook her head with a smirk.

"You're one to talk. My brother isn't exactly a diamond in the rough either." She'd said it quickly, without giving it a second thought but Kie gaped at Rue.

"You two dating?"

"Absolutely not," Rue quickly said.

"But you've screwed around?" Kie asked and Rue shook her head. "Second base?" She shook her head again. "Kissed?"

"Once."

"What's wrong with him?" Kie exclaimed and Rue shot her a look. "I don't mean it like that. I mean it as in Rafe Cameron, Rafe who walks around with all this big dick energy, hasn't made a move on the hot new girl?"

"We're friends," Rue grumbled. The alcohol in her system wasn't making her feel particularly joyful about that decision.

"You seem cheery about that," Kie laughed. "He'll come to his senses, and when he does can you please tell me how it was screwing—"

"Can we please stop talking about having sex with my brother, I don't need to hear that shit," Sarah whined, covering her ears.

"Sure, how's John B?" Rue and Kie laughed. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Divine, if you really wanna know."

Kie laid back in the sand and Rue followed her example. "You're one lucky bitch Sarah. Here we are, two old hags, and you get to screw John B Routledge every time you want."

Kiara's talk had left Rue horny as fuck, and the shirtless boys walking the beach weren't helping with her thoughts running wild. Neither was the alcohol. 

And fucking Rafe.

Well, not fucking Rafe because she couldn't do that because they were friends.

And she respected that.

But she hated it too. At that very moment, while alcohol replaced her blood and every single sober thought, she hated his freaking guts for being a damn gentleman, for not wanting to ruin their bond by screwing. It was messing with her head.

She stumbled from the campfire to the house in search of the bathroom. Her bladder was ever grateful when she finally found an empty toilet upstairs. She washed her hands, splashed some water in her face and looked at herself in the mirror. "Fuck him," she growled. "You can get any guy you want." She was so horny she'd fuck the first guy she saw when she walked out the door.

And she felt her heart skip a beat when that first guy wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "How you feelin' cupcake?"

Screw it.

"You wanna make out?"

He'd pushed her in one of the bedrooms almost as quickly as she'd asked the question, pinning her against the door and allowing his mouth to trace over her neck and jaw before he had a taste of her lips. JJ kissed her with the same hunger she'd felt, roughly, passionately. She moved her hands to his head, tugging at the blonde locks - the wrong blonde locks. But she couldn't care less. She wanted it, maybe not with him particularly but JJ was handsome and he knew what he was doing, it could've been worse.

He cupped her breast in one hand, her face in the other as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She breathed hard against his touch, wanting to taste every inch of his body. She brought her hands to the button of his jeans, ready to make the night even more interesting but JJ broke away from her.

"We gotta stop there, Cupcake."

"What? Why?"

The boy's hair was messy, his cheeks flustered. "Because I like my head on my shoulders. I'm not risking my life for a hookup."

She knew what he was talking about. "Don't be stupid, JJ."

"Nah, I know better than to mess around with Rafe's girl."

She adjusted the strap of her top, which had fallen over her shoulder in the heat of the moment. "I'm not his girl," she huffed.

"Yeah, you are," he returned. "You might not be dating but you became his the second you decided he was worth saving."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "So, what? I can't fuck him but I can't fuck any other guy either? Is that how it's going to be?" She was pissed off.

"You can try, but you better start hosting that guy's funeral right away."

She hated it. She hated how she felt because when she looked at JJ she felt guilty and it didn't feel fair. Rafe had made it perfectly clear that she and him would just be friends. Because he was trying to be better, he was trying to not mess things up. And here she was, messing around with the guy he hated the most, aside from John B maybe.

"You good, Cupcake?" JJ patted her shoulder. She nodded.

"Why are you so reasonable when you're drunk?"

"I've been told I'm at my wisest when I'm fucked up." Rue laughed and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Alright, kiddo. Let's get you home."