"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ғɪx."
what she didn't know
was that by loving him
she was loving a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝙾𝚋𝚡 (𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗't 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚒...
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THE FIRST TIME RAFE CAMERON AND TORI WILSON FORMALLY MET, they had gotten drunk in the span of an hour in a broom closet.
Paul Wilson, Tori's dad, had been having his annual business meeting at the country club, which was always followed by a "small" get together with drinks and appetizers.
It was always adults, grown men and women standing in small groups talking about work.
Once Tori had turned 13, she had to make herself mature according to her dad, learn how to talk to her superiors, even though those superiors in question, didn't really care about Tori. Unlike her dad, they wanted the poor girl to have some fun, let loose.
So when some random bartender, bored and under payed, saw the teen with a scowl on her face, he couldn't help but want to fix her night.
As Tori made her way to the bathroom, the man had slipped her a bottle of tequila, putting his finger to his lips indicating not to tell a soul before disappearing. It had been an open bar after all.
After the gesture, the only thing the girl could do was raise her eyebrows, run in the women's locker room and put the bottle next to her tennis racket in her locker for safe keeping while she went to find somebody.
Just like Tori, Rafe had been dragged to the business party with his father. As the oldest Cameron heir, he was expected to be Ward's plus one wherever he went, especially now that he was only a year away from entering into high school.
Of course, being the only two children at the get together, the teens caught each others eye. They didn't know one another well, other than the fact they were one of the few people in the eighth grade going to the infamous Kildare Academy.
Halfway through a conversation about what Rafe had wanted to be when he grew up with some guy named Frank, he noticed Tori looking from around the corner waving her hand to come over.
"I'm so sorry, Mister... Frank. I have to go take a leak." He rambled, running off into the hallway the girl had just disappeared through.
"Rafe!" Ward had shouted, not catching the attention of the boy in question, before Frank had cut him off.
"Oh let the kid be, Ward. He will be out in no time once he realizes he just went into the Women's restroom."
Waiting for him around the corner, Tori let out a relieved sigh as a smile spread across both the teens faces.
"Hi."
"Hey, I wanna show you something." Tori giggled, gesturing for him to follow her into the girl's restroom.
"I am not going in there." Rafe mumbled, stopping when the brunette went to open the door, he crossed his arms and frowned.
Rolling her eyes, she waved the boy off. "Fine, go in the janitors closet, I will meet you in there." When she said it, a questioning smirk had found its way onto the boy's face, before falling when he saw the girl glare at him in return.
Switching on the light, Rafe waited exactly forty-two seconds for his classmate before she walked in the room with a bottle of Tequila in her hand, and two plastic cups which he assumed were usually meant for mouthwash.
"No salt, or limes?" He asks, scowling at the girl.
"Hey, you should be lucky I got alcohol in the first place, but if you want salt I can grab you some of the complimentary bath salts in the locker room." Tori smirked, sliding down onto the floor criss cross applesauce, before realizing it made her dress slide up and settling for sitting on her knees.
At the comment, Rafe stuck his tongue out and took his suit jacket off, sitting down across from her. "Well, thanks for inviting me to your fun little... drinking party." He chuckled, resting his head on the back wall.
"Oh shut up, don't act like you're not relieved I got you out of that stupid conversation with your dad's friends. Now, you just want to drink, or play a game?" She asks, setting down the heavy bottle and plastic cups.
"Hmmm, you choose." He says, shrugging and smiling.
"No I asked you first."
"Fine, let's play a game, but you choose the game." He playfully rolls his eyes and twists the cap off of the bottle.
He didn't know any games, he had never had alcohol before. He was hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of her.
Giving her time to think, he watched as Tori looked at the floor, contemplating what to pick.
"Truth or Dare, but if you don't want to answer or do the dare then you have to drink." She says, pouring the tequila into the two plastic cups. She had no idea how much a shot was, she just guessed.
