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

THIRTEEN.

tw: heavy violence

"I'm not fucking going into some Bexley-Rafe makeout fest," Kiara snapped. "It's not gonna happen."

"You don't know what they're doing in there," JJ said, pleading softly. The two stood in a secluded area outside. "Come on, you saw what he did to her yesterday. What if-What if he's hurting her?"

Kiara hated to say it, but she was pretty sure if the two went off someone secluded, Bexley would have gone willingly. She saw them Bexley and Rafe together the whole dance. It was obvious to see the connection. Maybe it wasn't obvious to everyone. "JJ, I know you think she doesn't like him-"

He cut her off.

"I hope she does like him," JJ said, suddenly. "Okay? I hope you go in there and they are making out. Because that would be the best case scenario. But-But the worse case scenario is that she doesn't like him, and he's doing something she doesn't like. Please, just check on her. Just for a second." He was begging her.

Kiara hesitated.

"Please, Kie," JJ whispered. He couldn't have a second of peace wondering what they were doing.

Bexley was...not used to a lot. JJ could tell. She even told JJ that he was her first kiss. She was shy, no way she was already going as fast as Rafe had claimed back at the movie marathon.

Kiara rolled her eyes. "Fine. But they probably are just making out. She looked pretty happy with him earlier, okay? They were holding hands and shit."

He frowned.

"I'll go," she said. "As a favor. But you owe me one."

He nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Of course."

Kiara sighed. She left JJ at the clubhouse, and cautiously made her way towards the back garage building. When she did, she paused by the entrance. She waited, trying to see if she heard anything.

"Hello?" she called out, hoping that Bexley and Rafe would get scared at hearing a voice, and leave, so she could leave.

But they didn't leave. No one did. Instead, she heard it.

Soft crying.

Kiara froze. "Bexley?"

The crying stopped immediately. Kiara opened the door, walking through and shutting it behind her. "Bexley, is that you?"

She heard soft sniffling. She spotted Bexley sitting in a golf cart at the edge of the garage.

"Bexley!" Kiara gasped, seeing her fully now. She hurried to her. "Are you alright?"

Bexley backed away. "What are you doing here, Kie?"

"I thought I heard something," she tried to play off. "What happened?"

Kiara's eyes fell to Bexley's neck. They widened. "Jesus!" There was a dark red mark on her neck, which she assumed was a bruise. "What did he do to you?"

Bexley he pushed her hand away. "Nothing. Nothing happened."

But Bexley was in a secluded area, crying, and bruised. How could Kiara not jump to the worse possible conclusion?

"You can tell me," Kiara said.

Bexley winced. "I just..." She sighed. "I fucked it all up, Kie."

It became clear to Kiara that Bexley wasn't in immediate danger. She wasn't badly hurt. Kiara calmed slightly.

Kiara slowly sat next to Bexley in the seat. "...Do you want to talk about it?"

She hesitated. "Maybe." She quickly added, "Just-Just because I don't know what to do. I don't know if I'm being rational, or unfair to Rafe."