ROCK BOTTOM ~ Rafe Cameron // OC // JJ Maybank

NINE.

tw: violence

Bexley woke up extra early, scared that Rafe would get there before she was awake and just let himself in. The lock on her front door didn't work well, and if he tried hard enough he could just break it. She got dressed and brushed her hair, and had even brushed her teeth by the time she finally heard that loud motorcycle.

Glancing at her mother's bedroom door, she made sure it was still shut.

Bexley walked up to the door, opening it just as Rafe raised his arm to knock. He paused when the door flung open. He smiled, and winked at her, holding up her backpack. "For you."

Rafe was dressed in a gray shirt, with a matching gray hat on, which he had flipped backwards. Again, she noticed how the hair out of his face brought out his eyes.

"How thoughtful," she said, sarcastically. It was his fault she left it in the first place. "I'll just be a couple minutes."

She went to close the door, but he caught it. "I can't come in?"

Bexley looked back towards her mom's door. "Um..."

"I really gotta go to the bathroom," he told her.

Bexley watched him, suspiciously. She wondered if he was serious, or just saying that. He's a boy, couldn't he technically just go anywhere? Maybe that was just a pogue rule. Her bathroom probably wasn't even up to his standards.

"Please?" he asked. A hint of a smile on his face.

"Okay," she sighed. She opened the door. "Be quiet. Don't wake up my mom."

"Course not," he told her.

Rafe stepped into her house, making her back up against the door so he could get by. She didn't realize how small her house was until his tall body stepped inside.

"First door on the left," she told him.

"Thanks," he said, winking at her again. "You're a good host, you know that?"

"Just hurry up," she told him. There was the only bathroom, and she needed to finish getting ready.

Rafe only took a moment before coming out. She hurried in, telling him, "You can wait outside. I just need to do my makeup. About five minutes, okay?"

"Heard that one before," he said, clearly not believing her time limit.

Closing the door, she rushed to finish. Foundation, eyeliner, blush, highlight. No point in mascara, she'd just sweat it off and it'd turn her face black. She wondered if she should put lipstick on. She never tried that for work before. She shrugged, putting on a shade of dark red. The lipstick was supposedly smug proof. Man, she hoped that was true.

Going to open the door, her eyes widened. She had a bra hanging on the coat rack on the back of the door. Her face turned red. She hoped he hadn't seen it.

She stepped out a few minutes later, maybe a little over five. She opened the front door to see Rafe's bike, but no Rafe.

"Rafe?" she asked quietly.

"In here."

Her head whipped around, and her eyes widened. His voice came from her bedroom. When she got to him, she found him standing over her bed, her stuffed frog in his hand. He held it up, looking at her.

"This is cute," he told her.

Bexley snatched the frog from his hands. "Don't touch her."

"Oh, her?" he asked, amused. "Where'd you get her?"