rafe cameron x OC
"she doesn't care that he fucked up. all she can think of are
those nights."
warning: this book starts off shitty but progressively gets better. just give it a chance
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"did you and my brother fuck?" is what amara woke up to. it was sarah.
amara realized where she was and that rafe wasn't there. her heart dropped.
"uhm, no?" amara responded but it sounded more like a question. even though it was true, technically they didn't fuck.
"well then why are you in his bed, naked and covered in hickies?" sarah pushed farther.
amara noticed she was indeed still naked and covered her body the the duvet.
"uhm where even is rafe?" amara asked ignoring what the other girl had said.
"he went to the country club" was all sarah said. "we have school too but when i noticed you weren't there i came home. its lunch by the way"
oh fuck. shes missed school.
"oh shit oh shit" she said panicking. she got up trying to find her clothes.
"don't worry, tomorrow is the last day anyways" sarah said walking out.
amara got all of her clothes on and ran to her house. once there she looked in the mirror. her neck look like she got attacked by an animal. she couldn't go to school like that. thankfully her parents were both at work and didn't see her like this.
she decided she would skip the rest of today and tomorrow. she told her parents there was no point in her starting a new school during the last week anyways. her black eye was looking better too. it was now only yellow instead of black and blue.
but for some reason she didn't care about any of that. she only cared that rafe left her and didn't say anything. did he wake up regretting what he did? was he lying last night about amara being his? did he just say that to get into her pants? but if that was true wouldn't he want something out of it too? he didn't any sort of action for himself.
a message on her phone interrupted her thoughts.
instagram: rafecameron has sent you a message
amara opened it.
rafe: *image attached*
it was an image of him sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand. he put a caption on it that said 'miss u'
this made amara smile. this also put her worries at ease.
she sent him a picture back that said 'miss u more'. rafe immediately opened it and sent her a text.
rafe: you look so sexy with my marks on you. you should come to the country club. wear something cute
amara: oki i'll be omw;)
and with that she went to her closet. she picked out a short pink skirt, her stockings that connected to a garter belt, a white semi see through dolly blouse and her mary janes.
it was out of her comfort zone and kind of slutty but she did what rafe told her.
she has her own car that she hasn't even driven since she's been at her new house. its a pink miata. small but gets her from place to place and she's never had many friends anyways. she drove the short ride to the country club and saw rafe's truck. she parked next to it. when she walked in she spotted him and walked to him.
"hey" she said as she approached the man.
he turned around and looked her up and down. "wow baby you're so sexy" he said grabbing her ass.
"thank you" she smiled giving him a kiss on his cheek. "ima go to the bathroom really quick"
she walked away to head to the bathroom. on her way she bumped into jj.
"hey amara, woah did you get attacked" he asked jokingly referring to her hickies.
she blushed really red "oh uh yeah" she laughed it off.
"well anyways how are you? i see you're eye looks a lot better. havent seen you around since the party" he stated.
at this point amara forgot that rafe didn't want her to talk to the pogues.
"yeah ive just been keeping it lowkey you know. what are you doing here anyways?" she asked. not rudely but genuinely curious.
"well i work here. i was just leaving. my shifts over" he said.
"oh thats coo-" she got cut off.
"what are you doing" she heard rafe angrily asking.
"oh i just bumped into j-" she got cut off again but by jj.
"shes talking to me cameron don't be rude and cut her off" jj scowled.
oh god what is wrong with these boys.
"well i suggest you leave. or do you want to get the shit beat out of you like your little friend?" rafe growled.
"what are you gonna do? knock me out like you did amara?" jj said.
with that rafe threw a punch and hit jj straight in the jaw. little did amara know, jj is a strong fighter. he started throwing blow after blow at rafe. amara started yelling at them to break it up.
"stop rafe please" she yelled "jj stop it"
eventually topper pulled rafe off and jj just left not without spitting at rafe's feet first. rafe wasn't even mad at jj anymore he grabbed amara's wrist with such force she cried out and dragged her to the bathroom. the same one they did coke in the day before. he locked the door and slammed her against the door, hand around her throat.
"what the fuck did i say, what did i fucking say about talking to those fucking dirty pogues?" rafe yelled "huh slut? is that what you are? a slut? gonna ride my face and cum so fucking hard and then go talk to these little boy's who couldn't even find your clit if they tried?"
amara was speechless she also had very little oxygen entering her lungs considering the force rafe had on her neck.
