Alive | Rafe Cameron

Part 18

The group is now sitting around a fire, still in our attire from this evening.

"Well that was fun." Pope says sarcastically.

"Okay can we talk about how Liv is totally crushing on someone." Sarah gushes.

"What? I am not."

"Mhm." Kie hums with an eye roll.

I smile and roll my eyes back. JJ gives me a knowing look, which I choose to ignore.

"My sister has a little crush?" John B asks in disbelief. He ruffles my hair playfully. I swat his hand away and roll my eyes.

"I'm exiting this conversation." I say standing up from my spot and going inside the house.

I change out of my dress into some pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt and throw my hair up. I lay down on my bed for a little while, tossing and turning. My body is fighting sleep. I finally decide to call Rafe.

After 3 rings I hear his voice on the other line. "Hi." He says.

"Hi." I say back sweetly. "I just wanted to say thank you."

The line is silent for a moment.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Let me take you out."

"Rafe, I don't know. I think it would be better for the both of us if we just stayed friends." I confess.

"Okay then let me take you out as a friend."

I think for a moment and then sigh, "okay" I breathe out.

"Wear something pretty." He says and I can practically hear the smile in his voice. He hangs up.

I think to myself, 'wear something pretty', what the hell was I doing to wear?

...

The next morning Rafe texts me, letting me know he would pick me up at 11. It is currently 10 and I am freaking out, tossing outfits on my bed. I finally find a dress that I think would qualify as 'pretty', but not knowing where we were going didn't help me decide. I settle for a yellow summery dress with a flower pattern and pair it with a gold necklace and a few bracelets.

I finish getting ready and just as I'm sliding on my sandals I hear Rafe's truck pull up. The boys weren't home so I didn't have to worry about getting caught.

I walk out to the driveway, he jumps out of the driver seat and comes around to open the door for me. I look him up and down as he gets back in the truck. He is wearing a black polo with gray shorts. A simple outfit but damn he looked good. He also has a hat turned backwards on his head, major turn on.

He looks over and I blush when I realize he has caught me biting my lower lip. A grin appears on his face. I see his eyes work their way up my body, not trying to be discreet whatsoever.

"You look fine as ever, Miss Routledge." He says, a hint of seduction in his voice.

"Same to you, pretty boy." I tease.

He starts up his truck. "Where are we doing?" I ask.

"You'll see."

We start driving and I notice we are heading in the direction of Figure 8. I feel a warm hand on my bare thigh, the contact sends goosebumps up my arms. I should have worn a longer dress I think to myself.

I grab his hand and move it off of my leg. "Just friends, remember?"

He groans in response. I turn my attention out the window. We soon pull up to the Island Club.

"What are we doing here?" I question.

"Getting brunch." He answers as if it is the must obvious thing ever.

"Why here? I'm sure your friends are going to be here."

"So." He replies simply.

"So, they are not going to like it if you bring a Pogue into their beloved club."

"Well I am a member of this club, and I'm aloud to bring a guest."

I look at him with wide eyes, he is being so nonchalant about this.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks, Liv. If they have a problem with it then so be it."

"I haven't told my brother or my friends that we..." I trail off.

"That we what?" He asks, obviously amused at my frantic self.

I give him a death glare. He ignores and starts getting out of his truck. He comes around and opens the passenger door for me, but I stay put.

"Rafe, no." I say as he grabs one of my arms playfully, helping me out of the truck.

"If my friends want to get upset then that's their problem." He brings his face just inches from mine. "I won't let anything happen to you."