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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today was the day of midsummers. amara got ready at her house. she put on her dress and she did her hair up in a bun. this was not her usual style but it was midsummers after all. she did her makeup and put eyelashes on today. she also had a flower crown with the perfect shades of blues to match her dress.
once she felt as though she looked perfect she went over to the cameron house. at this point she just walks in. she went up to rafe's room and opened thr door. there he stood in his baby blue suit with his hair gelled back. he looked so handsome.
"hi princess" rafe said looking over to the girl. he really got a good look of her "you look so fucking beautiful" was all he said. words couldn't descri how she looked.
"thank you babe. you clean up well" she said walking closer to his fixing his crooked bow tie.
they embraced in a small kiss.
"come on my family already left" rafe said. they walked to his truck.
once they got to the country club she noticed the parking lot was already pretty much filled.
"looks like we are late" rafe pointed out.
"it's okay at least we made it"
they parked and got out of the truck. they walked in and were greeted by people. they made a bee line to the bar.
"hey can we get two dirty martinis?" rafe orders. then he leans to amara and whispers "since you're a dirty girl"
the bartender comes back with the drinks and they drink them.
"this is not what i want to be doing right now" amara said.
"what would you rather be doing baby?" rafe asks sipping his drink.
"you" she said straight faced.
rafe drank the rest of his drink and grabbed amara's hand pulling her to the same bathroom they always go to.
they walk in and rafe grabs out his baggie of their favorite drug and makes two big lines on the counter.
"come on baby you know the drill" rafe said letting her go first, as usual.
they do their coke and head back out to the party. they drink a few more drinks and head to the dance floor. a slow song plays.
"princess, wanna dance?"
"yes of course babe"
rafe pulls her in putting his hands on her waist. amara puts arms around his neck. they just sway back and forth.
"i wish we could stay like this forever" rafe said kissing the top of her head.
they did stay like that for a while. until they were interrupted.
"oh my gosh hi rafe!" it was the same bitch from the dress store.
"oh uh, hi cassie" rafe said awkwardly letting go of amara.
"oh who's this?" cassie asked.
"oh uh this is amara, my uh.... friend" rafe said.
"what the actual fuck. what the fuck. friend? what the fuck' amara thought.
rafe instantly regretted it. he looked over at amara but she just scowled at him and walked away.
"wait amara" rafe yells after her. but doesn't follow her, once again.
she just keeps walking.
"what was that about?" cassie asks rafe.
"shit, fuck i've gotta go"
instead of going after the girl he just leaves. he drives to barry's.
at this point amara is a crying mess. she goes to the bathroom and lets it all out. once she's done she looks at herself in the mirror.
"fuck him amara. you're a fucking bad bitch" she says trying to boost herself back up. "fuck him"
with that she exits the bathroom. she finds sarah and asks her to drive her home.
"did my brother make you cry?" sarah asks the girl.
"it doesn't matter i just want to go home"
they drive home i silence. once they get there amara walks over to her house. she strips herself naked and gets in the shower.
when she gets out she puts on some black victoria secret pink leggings and a baby red lana del rey hoodie.
there was two things she needed right now. a cigarette and some coke. since she couldn't go to rafe she had an idea.
