Chapter 3

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"Look man, you're hammered get yourself home, alright?" Rafe declares rhetorically patting the drunk man before grabbing my wrist and dragging me further up the road away from the man who is now talking to the lamppost.

When we reach a safe distance away from the stranger I snatch my arm out of Rafe's grip holding my wrist close to my chest. "What the fuck are you doing out at this time on your own!" He snaps leering down at me as we stand face to face in the middle of the poorly lit street.

"I'm a big girl Rafe, I can look after myself." I retort restlessly.

He laughs cynically. "Yeah I noticed. Is that why you were just stood there whilst that drunk asshole walked up to you?"

"I'm still here aren't I, god, why are you so bothered." I hold my hands out palms up waiting for his condescending response. I watch him as he looks away running his hands over his slicked back hair before turning back to me.

"I'm not bothered. I don't give a shit." He breathes heavily before knocking past my shoulder and continuing to stride his way up the street in the direction of his house.

I shake my head in confusion before following in the same direction towards my home which is only a few houses away.


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"Morning sweetie." Mom's voice resonates through the clean, cold, spacious home. The house is self lit with white painted walls and white marble flooring. If there is one thing mom hates, it's junk. Anything which doesn't have a use or a place in her humble abode she sees no harm in tossing it into the trash. This also means she doesn't have a touch of sentimentality and can come across as cold hearted towards some. The lack of furniture and objects in our home creates so much unnecessary unused space which creates a bitter, icy-cold atmosphere.

"Morning mom." I trudge through to the kitchen, my slippers slapping against the hard floor with each step. I visit the fridge first taking out the carton of fresh orange juice and reaching for the cupboard to take out a glass.

"How was the party?"

"Why don't you ask Top?" I snigger, pouring my drink.

"Shutup." Topper appears in the kitchen, already showered and dressed.

"Speak of the devil, nice eye." His black eye causing me to burst into a fit of laughter.

"What happened?" Mom asks holding her face nervous of the reply.

"Him and John B got into a fight over Sarah. Topper started it." I tell on him like a younger sibling would.

Mom sighs. "Top. What have I told you about fighting. You'll chase that poor girl away if you carry on." She warns him shaking her head going back to her phone.

"Mind your own business, you little shit." He growls at me snatching the carton of fresh orange from my grip.

"What about you Nessie?" I screw my eyes shut in embarrassment, I know exactly what she's getting at. "You don't have a boyfriend yet?"

"No mom." I cut my response short hoping the topic will change soon and fast. Topper grins devilishly knowing how embarrassed I am.

"What about Rafe?" She adds nonchalantly causing me and my brother to snap our heads in her direction.

"Rafe wouldn't go near you. You're just an annoying, ugly, adopted termite who no one likes." Topper doesn't stutter his insults towards me.

"Topper! Don't talk to your sister like that!" Mom barely scolds him. He shakes his head laughing at me condescendingly before walking out the front door.

"Rafe, really mom?" I say in disgust.

"Yeah! I think he's so handsome." She doesn't look up from her phone once.

"He's 19?" I add confused why she would even suggest him.

"So he's a little older. He'll be more mature than high school boys." She rambles, gushing over him.

"Wouldn't be so sure about that." I scoff under my breath. "He's Toppers best friend, and Sarah's brother." I cringe at the thought of them both finding out the news of me dating their friend or brother and can just imagine how angry they would be. I shake the thought from my mind.

"Please. Sarah and Topper are so into each other they probably wouldn't even care." She laughs.

"Weird." I shake my head at how random my mom is being.

"What was that, honey?" She finally looks up from her phone to meet eyes with me once again not having heard my last remark to her previous comment.

"Erm, I just want to focus on myself at the minute." I stutter awkwardly before spinning on my heels and rushing out of the kitchen cutting the awful conversation between myself and mom short.

"Country club in an hour! Do not forget!" She shouts to me as I'm running up the stairs to my bedroom.

I groan out loud to myself as I shut my bedroom door and fall backwards on my bed.

The thought of going to the country club with my lovely brother and the Camerons sucked the life out of me but I know my time is running out to get ready so I manage to drag myself to the bathroom and get in the shower.

After getting out I brush my teeth, dry and curl my hair, and add a light layer of makeup. Rummaging through my wardrobe I pull out some denim shorts and a crop top throwing them both on.

I drown myself in perfume and grab my shoes heading out of my bedroom and down the stairs.

"I'm ready mom!"

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