intoxicated- rafe cameron

eight

"There you are," Hank says walking into my room with a stern look on his aged face. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm still not feeling well but I came back here to get some medicine, so hopefully it will start to kick in soon," I explain, finishing with a fake smile. I bunch the panties behind my back and gingerly slide them into the back of my skirt. I bring both hands to the front of me in hopes that Hank won't think weirdly of both hands placed behind my back.

"Brian wanted me to tell you that some families are going to the beach tomorrow to help clean up the destruction from Agatha," he says. "Brian and I won't be able to go because we have work, but Ward told me your friends are going."

I nod. I heard nothing about this.

"I think it would be really great if you went."

I nod again. "Yeah, sure."

Hank smiles. "Great." He starts to walk out before turning back towards me. "It'll be an early day tomorrow, so I would probably plan on going to bed here pretty soon."

"Okay. Thanks."

He leaves the room a few moments later. I let out a breath that I didn't even know that I was holding. As I run back to the toilet room that Rafe is stuck in, I take the panties out of my back pocket and toss them back on the ground in annoyance that we got interrupted.

As I open the door, Rafe is standing in the tight room, a smirk plastered on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. He steps towards me while rolling his tongue in his mouth. "Wow, such a bad girl. Lying to the parents?" he smirks.

I don't say anything, I just offer him an annoyed look.

He laughs. "Bye, princess. I hope we can continue what we started sometime."

I stare up at him. "Yeah yeah, um, get the fuck out. Wipe the pride of your face. And, could you at least try to not get got spotted by Hank and Brian? I don't need them on my ass about another thing."

He looks down at me and nods, smiling. "See you at the beach tomorrow." He steps closer to me and whispers my name into my ear before walking out the room.

Holy shit- what just happened?

And why the hell did I enjoy it so much?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I wake up bright and early the next morning and throw on a skimpy red bikini, an oversized tee, and some shorts. I'm not much into service projects, but I'm not gonna lie, I'm actually kinda excited. A community beach clean-up... never heard of it or experienced it before. My friends are really fun, and I'm sure that we'll find a way to piss off the leaders of this activity.

Once I hop out of my Uber, I find my friends easily. They all stick out like sour thumbs because none of them are working, they're just sitting on their asses, chit-chatting.

"Do you guys remember when we caught John B getting the scuba equipment a few days ago?" Tess asks the group.

"Yes, Tess, obviously," Rafe says, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, that kid's got a mouth on him!" Sarah says angrily while putting her work gloves on. They all start to pick up garbage when one of the leaders walks by, eyeing us.

Topper sighs. "Well, he's shown his true colors, Sarah," he says, picking up some trash and putting it into a trash bag Tess is holding. "I mean, that's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"He's just lucky Ward didn't press charges," Rafe adds. He's the only one not helping pick up the debris off the ground. Typical.

It makes me chuckle. "Hey, guys."