Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

QUINZE

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"What the fuck! Why are you dragging me out," she glared at the boy as he in the truck. She sat in the passenger seat clutching her now sore wrists, closing the drug enclosed bag quickly.

"Calla what the hell are you doing here?" He asked in disbelief, his tone expressing some kind of disappointment that she was fairly used to.

"What does it look like," she smirked, taunting the bag of powder in front of his face with a giggle.

He scoffed, and quickly snatched the plastic from her fingertips. "Dude what are you doing give it back," she argued leaning to grab the bag back but he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"La why are you here?" He asked firmly, connecting their eye contact, except her expression was far from soft like his. She was mad. She was in the car with the very person she was trying to stay away from and he had taken the only escape she had left.

"Don't call me that." She crossed her arms and stared straight ahead at the stilled scenery.

"Why? Do you prefer.. darling, or doll face maybe?"

"Don't act like you know me Rafe." she cut him off. "I don't even know why you were at Barry's in the first place, but I'll just forget about that. You're welcome." She ranted, sarcasm fulfilling through her tone.

He opened his mouth to speak before she tuned towards him, cutting him off.

"And I don't know why you think you can just throw me in your truck and take my stuff, we're not friends." She huffed, turning back towards the road.

He paused momentarily, taking in her words before his anger and confusion encouraged him to speak. "Then what are we Calla? Huh? Because last time I checked strangers don't let you stay at their house.. or hold them when they're crying, or sleep in the same bed!" His voice only grew louder with every word, causing Calla to sink back in her seat.

"Stop acting like you give a fuck Rafe. You hate me remember, I don't need you..." She shouted back. "I don't need you." She repeated quietly.

The words make Rafe's heart sink. But by her tone it's seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than him.

She felt the car slow down and pull over to the side of the road. The sun shining bright on her glistening eyes as it was beginning to set.

He put the car in park, turning to look at her. "Why did you leave this morning." He spoke softly, sounding frustrated, coming down from his angry outburst.

She sighed, hesitating to even answer his question, "Well I didn't think you would want me to be there in the morning I guess-" she continued, forgetting about her fight to get out of the truck with him. "Oh and I was gonna say sorry for sleeping in your room it's just that your house is super big and-"

"Why wouldn't I want you there this morning?" He asked, a look of sadness and confusion dancing across his features.

"I don't know," she spoke softly, shrugging, avoiding his eye contact.

In that moment everything seemed to piece together in his mind. She left because usually that's what people do to her. Leave before they have to 'deal' with her.

She saw the sympathy in his eyes, causing her to cringe at the fact she seemed so vulnerable once again in front of him.

"Can we just forget about it," she whispered, another tear escaping her glossy eyes and quickly wiping it away turning to look out the window hoping to hide her fallen expression.