team effort - rafe cameron 3

eleven

when i woke up, i was in my bed and it was the next morning. i looked around my quiet room before siting up and rubbing my eyes. i looked over, seeing my phone plugged in on the nightstand, along with a sticky note next to it. i grabbed the sticky note, seeing in sloppy hand writing, "call me - rafe."

i closed my fist around it and dropped it back on the nightstand. i got up and walked out of the room, down the stairs and seeing it was empty. i went over to the kitchen and saw another note on the counter from my mom, telling me to only come to work if i wanted, which i didn't. i didn't want to do anything today. i wanted to curl up and get let the numbness take over my body. i didn't get that far though because the doorbell rang. i walked over, pulling the door open and seeing topper standing with his hands in his pocket.

"what do you want?" i asked.

"well hello to you too." he said. "i'm here to pick you up."

"pick me up?"

"yeah, we're going out."

"excuse me?"

"just go get dressed."

"no, i'm not going anywhere today." i shook my head.

"make it easier for yourself and just comply or i'm going to drag you out in that." he nodded to the shirt and shorts i was wearing.

"where are we going?"

"all i know is i'm taking you to meet rafe."

"yeah, that's a fat no." i pushed the door shut and turned, walking into the living room. i plopped on the couch, turning the tv on before the door flew open and he was walking in. "i'm not going anywhere topper, especially if rafe is involved."

"you know this is pointless, right?" he asked. "you're going to end up running back to rafe anyway."

"no i'm not," i looked at him, gripping the remote. "i broke it off."

"you don't think gracelynn and cami tried that too?"

"why the fuck do you guys have to bring them up in every goddamn conversation that involves me and rafe? i'm not perfect gracelynn and i'm not crazy cami, got it? stop fucking putting my name in the same sentences as theirs, i'm done."

he shook his head, "fine, i'll let rafe know."

he walked out of the house before i grabbed a pillow and threw it across the room, hitting a picture frame and knocking it over, letting it shatter to the floor.

"fuck," i said and got up, moving over and kneeling down. i turned the frame over, letting the glass fall to the floor. i looked down at the picture, seeing it was my parents wedding photo. i looked at their big smiles and perfect faces, right out of a stock photo. i sighed and pushed myself up. i placed the broken frame on the coffee table. i grabbed the broom and swept up the glass, throwing it away. i placed the pillow back on the couch before i looked out to the backyard, seeing topper's boat speeding across the water behind our houses.

i went back up the stairs, grabbing my phone and see more missed texts from rafe and notifications from instagram. i opened instagram and saw more notifications. i clicked on them and it brought me to the same picture from last night, letting me see all the comments. god, i didn't care. i didn't want these stupid picture online, i knew what he was trying to do, trying to drag me back, but it wasn't happening.

....

i got tired of sitting at home and decided i probably should go into work. i got there and found maggie and JJ already serving tables. my mom was sitting at the hostess stand and gave me a smile before i moved back to the office, grabbing my server book. i tightened my apron and walked back out, going to a table my mom was just sitting.