𝐏 𝐎 𝐒 𝐒 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 || 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

[𝟏𝟎]

Walking around and examining everything, on his shelves, on his desks, an old thought came into Graciella's mind again. 'The gold. I can find the gold in here.'

There was a folder on the desk, with few papers in it. The girl took the folder into her hands and opened it up, examining the papers inside. A sketch of a piece of gold was on one of them, but Graciella couldn't make out what the drawing was. Her vision was slightly hazy, and was worse when she was looking at a paper. She was annoyed that she couldn't find anything to give her friends, so she folded the paper and put it into her back pocket, turning around to exit the room.

The door was closed. And standing in front of it was Rafe. 'Fuck.' she thought, trying to become more alert and sober incase he tried to do anything. She couldn't help but notice how...attractive he looked, despite his anger. "Why are you in my room?"

"This isn't your room- no, it is. I don't know, I was trying to find the bathroom, okay?" Graciella responded, again trying to walk past him. He grabbed her arm, stopping her from going any further. "Were you stealing from me?"

She didn't know what to say. No fucking shit, she was stealing from him, but she had to come up with a lie. Normally she was good at these kind of things, but being high made it all worse. "No, I wasn't. Get the fuck out of my way, you asshole." She mumbled, glaring at the ground instead of him, trying to contain her anger. "I didn't hear you, what did you say?" He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You know I said that I didn't hear you. So if you don't open your fucking mouth—"

"I said..I want you to get the fuck out of my way." Graciella didn't know what she was feeling at this moment. His hand on her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "You dirty Pogues always stealing from us Kooks. I always had this feeling that you were one of them, you know? I mean I could tell," he let out a light laugh. "Now what the fuck did you take. And don't try to deny it when I saw you fucking take something."

"I didn't take shit, let go of me. I want to go home."

"You want to go home, yeah? Well, I want to get whatever the fuck it is that you stole from me. You know I saw you, right?" Rafe's other hand went from her arm to around her back, down her lower back to the back pocket of her jean shorts. His eyes went down her body, back to her eyes. Graciella's breath hitched when his hand reached her back pocket and took the folded piece of paper out of them.

"You didn't steal anything?" He roughly let go of her and unfolded the paper, crumpling it up and throwing it to the ground, pushing Graciella, her back hitting the desk. "What the fuck?" She winced in pain before Rafe grabbed her closely. "You were trying to steal from me. You and your friends always have to take what is mine. You want me to tell your parents how you've been hanging around those dirtbags? Or how you actually are one of them, and you're so selfish to just give up everything you have and go live in the Cut with the Pogues? You're not a Kook, you're just as dirty and greedy as your friends. You're actually an embarrassment to the Kooks, you know that?" He whispered.

Graciella couldn't describe what she was feeling. Between anger and something else...she was confused by her own emotions. She hated Rafe, she fucking despised him and couldn't care what happened to him. But, God, whatever these drugs did to her...whatever they did to make her enjoy his insults, enjoy him this close to her...

"You almost stole from me, and I fucking hate when people try to steal from me...." he couldn't help but look down her body, his hand going down her neck towards her cleavage, then around to her waist, her curves. 'It's the damn drugs, Rafe. Pull yourself together.' a voice in his mind was speaking, but he did a good job shutting it out. Seeing Graciella's slight fear of what he was going to do next...he enjoyed it. A small laugh escaped his lips, while a shaky breath came from hers.

The thing that Rafe didn't know about Graciella was that she actually was enjoying most of this. She was scared, she knew Rafe was violent and could possibly kill her at any minute but she also knew he wouldn't. Not right now at least. And when he touched her, and looked back up at her in the eyes, any fear she did feel just left her body. He slightly bent down towards her ear, whispering something that caused Graciella's lower stomach to pang and feel warmer. "You're pretty fucking hot for a Pogue, huh?"

Before the girl could even make a movement or respond back to him, his hand went up to her throat and he grabbed it, not too harshly, but not gently at all either. He pulled her face closer towards his; she could feel and practically taste the mint mixed with alcohol in his breath. To her, his lips were perfectly and slightly parted. His hand forced her face to tilt upwards more, that way she had nowhere else to look but at his eyes. And his eyes were staring at hers, stuck in that place. It was like he was unable to even look away.

"Rafe," she breathed, barely a whisper. She felt as if her heartbeat was pumping abnormally fast, and constant shock when through her body, making her feel ecstatic from his touch. Rafe brushed his thumb over the more sensitive part of Graciella's neck, causing her to breathe in sharply. He noticed, and he did it again, anything to make him feel like he had power. Even if it was power over her.

And she didn't mind it. Putting her guard down for him was even a shock to herself. And maybe she liked this feeling more than she should.

He leaned closer, loosening his grip on her neck but not taking his hand away.

Glancing down at Graciella's lips and then back up to her eyes, Rafe's hand on her neck brought her face even closer, and he connected their lips roughly.

Again to her own shock, she kissed him back. She needed to get this over and out of her system, whatever feelings these drugs made her feel for him were fake. If she got this over with, she would go back to only feeling hatred for Rafe and wouldn't have a problem dealing with this.

Parting for just a breath, Rafe's pushed her back into the wall, not letting go of her throat, but instead moving his hand slightly to the side and kissing down her neck to the spot which caused a reaction from Graciella before.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"You like that?"

Graciella breathed out, and Rafe smirked. He knew what he was doing to her.

"Now what about your little friends?"
"Shit."

Turning to leave, she was stopped when Rafe grabbed her and pulled her into another heated kiss. To him, she was like a drug. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him. But she was going to be stubborn and hide it, especially if she continues hanging out with the other Pogues.

"Rafe," she pulled away from the kiss, trying to push him away from her. "I have to go." Remembering that her friends didn't know where she went, something clicked in Graciella's mind and made her realize what she was actually doing. "Where are you going? Back to the Pogues? No, I don't think so."

Graciella ran to the door, unlocking the lock. Rafe laughed, taking his time to walk towards her. "Don't act like you weren't enjoying what was happening ten seconds ago. You know what, fine. Go back to the cut for all I care. I'll see you at the brunch in...a few hours now." The look he was giving her brought about that same feeling in her stomach.

'Think straight, don't let him mess with your mind.'

Opening the door, she sprinted to the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet. "Shit, G," a pair of arms grabbed her once she carefully stepped to the bottom of the stairs. "What?" She looked up to see who was holding her, and saw it was JJ. "What the fuck are you doing here? You're high out of your mind?" He said, guiding her through the crowd. "Did that douchebag hurt you? Because if he did I swear I'll go back in there and beat the life out of him."

"No," she mumbled. "Can we just go?"

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