Rafe's POV
____________________I walk through the door with my drink, expecting to find Claire waiting in the same spot for me. What I don't expect is for her to be wrapped around a guy, looking like she is starved and eating his ugly face. I have the urge to go over there and punch him in the mouth. The mouth that is on her mouth.
She turns to me and makes eye contact. She has that stupid smug look on her face. I am going to wipe that look off her face real quick.
I grab the girl closest to me and smash my lips against hers aggressively. She's probably drunk, so she will just go along with it and kiss me back.
While my mouth is on hers, I watch Claire pull herself off of the guy and grab a new one. She pushes him up against the wall but before connecting her lips to his, she turns around and looks at me.
I glare hard at her, hating that her making out with another guy is affecting me and making me as angry as it is. I wish I was him so bad. I'm used to getting what I want and not quitting until I have it. I'm going to get her, and watching her kiss someone who isn't me is annoying. What does he have that I don't? Why is she so stubborn?
She turns back around towards the guy and starts kissing him. I clench my fists and push the girl off of me. I quickly grab another girl and start kissing her. I turn to see Claire looking at me angrily.
I'll show her just how irresistible I can be. Game on Claire.
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Claire's POV
____________________I wake up with the biggest hangover I think I have ever had. My head is pounding and my entire body aches. I get up and take a shower. When I'm done I get dressed and do my hair before going downstairs.
Topper and my aunt's cars are gone so I am home alone. I make some breakfast and sit at the dining room table alone, reflecting on last night and regretting my decisions.
I shouldn't have made out with all those guys. The more I kissed them, the more numb I felt. I thought it would make me feel better but it didn't. At least it looked like my plan worked. He looked so angry when he saw me with those guys. I groan and lay my head down on the table in defeat. It probably didn't even bother him. All last night did was make me more miserable. I thought I was affecting him, but really I was just giving him an excuse to make out with a bunch of random girls and I had to watch. I don't know what I was thinking. In the end, I went home with no change, well, besides for the fact that I was almost blackout drunk and made out with more guys in one night than I have in my entire life.
I clear my thoughts of everything that happened last night and do the dishes before curling up on the couch and watching TV.
About an hour later I hear a knock at the front door. I walk to the door and look through the peep hole. I sigh upon seeing who is on the other side. I open the door.
"What do you want Rafe?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips and raising an eyebrow. I don't have time for him right now.
He laughs at my face expression, obviously not getting the hint.
I glare at him and that makes him laugh harder, placing both of his hands up as if surrendering.
"I'm sorry." He says, still trying to hold back his laugh. "You should have seen your face. I assume you aren't very happy to see me."
A muscle in my jaw ticks as I sit there, scowling at Rafe, which of course, only makes him laugh harder.
"What are you doing here?" I finally ask, my patience almost to the end.
He looks up, tapping his chin, pretending to be lost in thought. "Why am I here?"
I sit there, tapping my foot impatiently. He obviously knows why he's here. He just wants to annoy me... And it's working.
"Oh yeah!" He says excitedly, like he didn't know it the whole time. "You left these at my place." He reaches behind him to grab the bag on his back. He opens it up and pulls out a pair of heels. Well, more specifically, my black Louis Vuitton heels.
"Thanks." I say slowly. I reach out and take them from his hands quickly, like if I don't get them immediately, they will disintegrate in his hands. I don't trust him. Especially not holding my stuff.
"How did you know they were mine exactly?" I ask curiously.
"I know you must think I'm a stalker but I promise I have good reason," he laughs. "While you were in the middle of a- um-" He clenches his fists angrily. "Heated make out session with some random guy at the party, you ended up ripping off your heels and chucking them on the couch. The couch that I was on, actually one hit me right in the head, so they were kinda hard to miss."
He moves his hair out of the way to reveal a purple bump at the top of his forehead. I can't help it. I burst out in laughter.
He glares down at me and that just makes me laugh harder. Now it's my turn to hold my hands up and surrender. "I'm sorry!" I apologize breathlessly.
He rolls his eyes and turns around to walk back to his car.
"Wait!" I say, grabbing his arm now that I have calmed down. "Really. I'm sorry. I feel awful that I hurt you. Thank you for bringing me back my shoes."
He stares at me with narrowed eyes for a second. He opens his mouth to say something but then shuts it quickly turning around and walking back to his car.
I kind of feel bad but whatever. I can't exactly say he didn't deserve it. I turn around to walk back inside. Right before I get in I feel hands grab my waist. I turn around to see Rafe looking down at me.
His hands don't leave my waist as he sits there staring at me. I try ignoring the weird things his hands on me are making me feel.
Finally he speaks. "Don't," he says, his grip on my waist tightening possessively, "pull a stunt like you did last night ever again. I won't stop until you're mine, and until then, nobody else can touch you."
He then walks away without waiting for my response. He must think I'll actually listen to him. Well he's dead wrong. He gets in his car and drives down the driveway and then out of sight.
I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath that entire time and I inhale a shaky breath of air.
Rafe Cameron is going to be the death of me.
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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you liked this chapter. I'm trying to update as often as possible so please bare with me. This chapter is also short. I expected it to be longer. Tbh I think most of my chapters will be pretty short but that also means I'll have a lot of them and I'll be able to post more frequently. Please don't forget to vote on my chapters! Thank you guys! ❤️
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Bad Influence (Rafe Cameron)
FanfictionClaire is a seventeen year old girl who has to move to Outer Banks after her parents die in a boating accident. She stays with her cousin, Topper, and lives life as a kook. But what happens when she meets Topper's friends? Why does Rafe Cameron insi...