Last Summer

Rafe

The girl at the cafe caught my eye like no one had before. She sat there, looking like someone royally pissed her off, arms crossed at her chest, glaring. I didn't think she noticed me, until I looked up and there her electric green eyes were.  It felt like she was looking into me. Like she knew every little bad thing I'd ever done.

I had seen her before, once or twice, on the island. She lived on the Figure 8. But, that's all I knew and that fucking pissed me off.

I sat on my bed, listening as the house prepared for the dinner party, my father was hosting. In just a couple of hours, the home would be filled with stuck-up, rich assholes.

My mind kept going to her. I didn't know her name. But everything in me wanted to. I don't know what attracted me to her. I didn't even know her.

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I dressed in a black suit. I pushed my hair out of my eyes as I made my way down the stairs. The house was bustling. Maids and waiters moving frantically, as the guests would be here any minute.

I stood in the entryway of the dining room, mentally preparing myself for the absolute boredom I was going to have to figure out how to get out of. I felt two small figures push past me.

"Sarah, Wheezie, watch where you're going." I grumbled, fixing my suit as my younger sisters brushed past me. Sarah, of course being the ringleader. I didn't get along with her. We always seemed to be in competition, no matter what it was. Everyone thought she was little miss fucking perfect. But she wasn't. I knew it. The ringing of the doorbell snapped me out of my annoyed thoughts about my seventeen year old sister. I stayed in the door way as my father and step-mother Rose went to answer the door.

"Hi Ward, Rose! It's so nice to see you both. These are my daughters, River and Harper." The woman at the door sounded cheery, happy.

"Ms. Maxwell, thank you so much for coming. Hi, girls. My daughter, Sarah, is just right in the dining room, if you two would like to meet her." My father responded. I heard the sound of high heels slowly making their way towards the room I resided in.

I prepared for the awkward, quietness of the dinner to begin, as the footsteps got closer.

Soon, the foot steps stopped, because they were right behind me. I turned and the air got caught in my lungs.

There she fucking was.

The girl from the cafe.

With her electric green eyes.