no strings attached - rafe cameron

chapter nine.

The night went on and by this time, I lost count of how many drinks I had. Though the more that I tried to clear my head with another line and endless amounts of booze, Scar didn't leave my mind, not even for a second.

I hated how she swarmed my head. I hated how I've only known her for a few days and she already had this effect on me. And I certainly hated how she was with those fucking pogues.

And as I watched her with the pogues, I couldn't help but feel some sort of envy towards them. Scar told me she wasn't here to make friends, which was why it couldn't be known that we knew each other. What made the pogues any different? Why could she hang around them and be friends with them but not me? She was such a fake little slut.

"Yo, man," Kelce said as he nudged my shoulder, causing me to look up at him. "You good? You've been staring at that girl for like ten minutes now."

I looked back over at Scar to see her laughing and she seemed so happy to be around them. Why could she be around them and not me? How was I not good enough?

"I'll be right back." I mumbled to him as I made my way over to the group. Seeing her with the the pogues, especially JJ, infuriated me. 

Though I was enraged, I had no idea what I was going to do once I actually approached them. Was I going to lash out onto Scar? Was I going to fight JJ for being with her and checking her out the way that he was? 

"Rafe, buddy, good to see ya again," JJ greeted me, a stupid smile on his face. "Care for another beer?" I noticed he was holding two cups, one in each hand, as he offered me a red cup filled with booze. I angrily smacked the cup out of his hand, not in the mood for any of his bullshit. "What the fuck, man?" JJ yelled and I ignored him as my eyes landed on Scar's. I noticed she looked confused as she watched JJ and I.

"You don't wanna be seen with me but you'll be seen with them?" I spat at Scar, now stepping closer to her. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked me and I felt like I just got a punch to the gut. Was she seriously playing dumb?

"What's so wrong with me? Huh, Scar?" I questioned and that confused look on her face dropped. She knew I was on to her. "Y-You're out here telling me that you're not here to make friends, that nobody can know that we know each other, yet you're walking around, hanging out w-with these filthy pogues?" I questioned her further.

"Rafe, man, back the fuck up." JJ scolded as he pressed his hand to my chest but I immediately swatted it away. 

"Don't fucking touch me." I seethed at him. "Are you out here sucking JJ's dick too? How 'bout John B's, huh?" I interrogated Scar. I was so angry. I didn't care if I was embarrassing her or even myself, she was such a whore.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She questioned as she stepped closer to me.

I clenched my jaw as we now stood about a foot apart, Scar looking up at me angrily. I couldn't help but raise my hand and before I could strike the shit out of the slut in front of me, I felt someone grab my hand and pull me back, now throwing a punch to my face as I felt to the ground.

I looked up and saw JJ watching me over me, his hands balled into fists. "You wanna try that again, you piece of shit?" JJ spat at me.

I got myself up from the ground and threw a punch at JJ's face, him now falling to the ground.

"Guys, stop!" I heard Scar yell but I ignored her. I didn't know who JJ thought he was throwing a punch at me.

I got down to JJ's level and held him up by the collar of his shirt, his head dangling and I saw blood dripping down his nose.