fear love¹ | rafe cameron

seventeen

Sarah and I spent the rest of the morning in her bed, snuggled up in a thousand blankets, with cereal, fruit, and watched our favorite series gossip girl. I am sure that we had already watched this series at least four times, and in some scenes we could even join in the conversation.

There was a gray cloud over outer banks since this morning and the wind blew through the palm trees that I already thought that all palm trees could fall over at any moment.

In the pits of the streets have formed small puddles, because it had rained overnight. The waves were quite high and actually the perfect weather to go surfing, but I didn't want to surf after the attack of the fire jellyfish.

In fact, I didn't even want to get out of bed ever again. I didn't want to go to the party tonight, and I didn't want to go home because I knew Kelce would pick me up from there.

My thoughts were completely elsewhere. I was staring at the door and got only indirectly what just happened in the episode of gossip girl, because I hoped the door would open and Rafe would come in and say he didn't mean anything or everything was a dream yesterday.

»Are you okay?» She stopped the screen with the remote control and turned to me.

»Yeah, I'm okay. I should go now« I said hesitantly in a shaky voice, while my mind was somewhere else.

I climbed out of bed and braved my way to the large windowsill where my bag lay. I put on a sweater and walked towards the door of the room, where Sarah was already waiting for me and looked at me worriedly.

»Stop looking at me like that« I said to her and ran over to the nightstand to take my phone off the charging cable.

»I'm not doing anything« she said innocently and raised her hands.

I hugged Sarah and waved to Rose as she was on the phone. She gave me a warm smile back, and I walked to the front door. The moment I was about to reach for the door handle, the door opened and without moving, I stared at him.

It was Rafe.

For a moment it was completely quiet, even Rose had put the phone down and looked over at us. »Hey« he whispered in a soft voice without stopping to look at me.

I had the feeling that this look pierced me, as if he would punch holes in my body through his gaze. His gaze was empty. You could tell he hadn't gotten more sleep than me that night.

»Hey« I answered, and the first tears ran down my cheek. Everything we had experienced or told each other, I saw before my eyes when I looked into his.

Without hesitation, I walked past him and sat on my bike which was in the open garage and drove off the Cameron's property.

I felt the light drizzle on my skin and with every second the rain became heavier and heavier.

On the roads it was quite difficult to see anything, and suddenly I drove through a pit, which I did not really perceive, because every indentation on the paths was filled with water and heard how my tire burst.

»Damn it« I got off the bike and with one look I saw my flat tire. »Fuck« I said and ran my hand through my completely soaked hair after I pushed my bike over, and it fell on the asphalt.