𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 | Rafe Cameron

TWELVE

012 ~ Kook Slut

"What, the fuck"

There he was. Dark grey button up, long black trousers for his 6'3ft body and his messily split in the middle hair. His piercing blue eyes stared into me, almost like he was mad? Scratch that, definitely mad.

Austin looked back and forth between me and Rafe. He backed away and asked "am I over stepping something here or?".

Me and Rafe were nothing so I told him that "no, no course not" I looked from Austin then back to Rafe, his nostrils were flared and what was left of his teeth were visibly grinding.

"I think you should go." I didn't know who I was speaking to, I was looking at the wood flooring, making eye contact with no one.

"Ya' know what" I fixed my clothes, neatening them, "I'll go...how 'bout that" I shrugged.

Austin huffed. Shoved passed me. He was now gone. Even though I said I'd go. Leaving just me and Rafe.

I cleared my throat and looked at Rafe, he still looked agitated and if possible even more mad. I scurried passed him towards the stairs he was standing in front of.

I'd managed to get somewhat passed him before he grabbed the back of my shorts, where the belt loops through, and pulled me to face him. "Are you being for fucking real right now."

I just stared. God his eyes will be the death of me. "Did you sleep with him?" He flatlined.

"What no" I screeched, "just kissed" I said. He'd let go of my shorts and his hands were now in his pant pockets.

"Why did you come up here anyway? there's a bathroom downstairs if that's what you were looking for."

"You think I was looking for a bathroom" he rumbles, slight amusement in his tone. "Why I'm up here, is nothing to-" he ranted before I cut him off. "-like I cared" I scoffed and made my way back down the stairs.

If he thinks I give a shit about his whereabouts he's got it wrong. We're not together, and I wasn't planning on it. I didn't need his explanation and he didn't need mine. Ever.

I heard heavy footsteps behind me but I ignored them and continued making my way to the party as fast as I could. I didn't come here to pick a fight with him.

My back thumbed against a tile wall. "So your just pretending this morning, just, didn't happen" he had now pulled me into the bathroom downstairs and locked the door.

"Looks like it" I said reaching for the lock on the door but his hand stops me with a hard grip on my wrist. "Oh my god- why the fuck does it matter, Rafe."

His lip ran across his top lip before rapidly shaking his head like a maniac "was he better than me?" He asks, getting closer to my face, "I know you slept with him. Don't fucking try telling me any fucking different" He roared.

My palms were sweaty and it wasn't because I was scared or panicked.

"I don't know what the fuck your on, but nothing fucking happened" I grit getting in his face.

"This morning should've never happened." I point out "Rafe. Let. It. Go." He didn't say anything. "Your Sarah's brother. It doesn't happen again, got it?" I went for the door again before freezing.

He grins "oh yea?" his grin was now a smirk and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, "and what if I wasn't?" He asked smugly.

I chuckled, raising my chin I stepped closer to him "it's funny you think It'd be any fucking different" my voice was sharp and honestly really bitchy. I'm blaming alcohol.

His smirk disappeared and he was back to ferrell. He looked down at me "you know what you think your above everyone 'round here, news flash, everyone knows your the kooks biggest fucking slut" he spat before slamming the bathroom door behind him.

I just stood there. Vulnerable. Alone.

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I somehow managed to get a ride home, well, to tannyhill. Maybe it wasn't the best idea. I was a bitch towards Sarah and Rafe was... well- Rafe.

Anyways, I didn't bother worrying about either of 'em. I'm paying attention to me and if I can't do that then sue me. I put on pyjamas, white silk set, and fell straight to sleep. I'd hate to say I liked sleeping here but my god the beds felt like sleeping on clouds.

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It was now middle of the day, around 12PM, I had a coffee sat beside me. I couldn't pull myself to eat anything yet I was still waking up and too focused on my essay. Still in my pyjamas.

Sarah hadn't bothered to come speak to me yet. I suppose I should be the bigger person, I was in the wrong, but I'm too petty for that. Rose brought me my coffee and that was all the interactions I've had since I'd woken up.

"Your seriously doing school work on a weekend?" The second time I'd almost jumped off my chair in two days. "Fuc- does anyone knock in this house!" I questioned.

His arms riggled nonchalantly "I don't need to knock in my own house" he states smugly. I ignored his comment after last night, I may have been wasted but I still remembered every word 'everyone knows your the kooks biggest slut' , I carried on typing up my essay.

It was quiet for a moment but I just felt Rafe staring at me from behind. He reached for the back of my chair and spun it so I was facing him, his hand still placed on the back of the chair at each side of my head, hunched over to meet my level.

I turned my head as far as I could from his face and stared at the white walls around us.

"Hey, look at me." he snarled. I didn't. wow the walls are really interesting right now.

His slender hands clutched around my jaw to face him. I was now slightly looking up to him through my eyelashes. "Don't do that" he warned. "Do what" I asked sternly. His eyes roamed my face, "that"

I huffed, "Where else should I look. I can't fucking move." His grip on me only got tighter. fuck sake Rafe Cameron stop using kinks to intimidate me 'cuz it's not fucking working.

I'd tried to stand up but I was only, ruffly, shoved back down.We only stared at each other, almost like a staring contest, I raised an eyebrow with a stern face.

His lips graze my cheek, my neck arching for more as our lips are almost touching. I can smell is expensive cologne again.

"Oh fuck it." That was all he said before he crashed into my lips aggressively slowly making his way all around my neck. I moaned when he finds my sweet spot. He smirks.

His lips return back onto my lips, our tongues fighting domination yet again. His nails dig into my thigh making white, half moons, form when he lets go.

A woman's voice appears from the door "oh- I'm so sorry" she rushes off and Rafe follows after her. I can't catch a break.

Updated - 28.1.22

A/n: How is this #3 rafe... new chapter soon :p