𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ~ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

7. Party

A/N.: The smut on this part is on the rougher side. Pls read with caution, and, if it triggers you, do not read it at all.

As you expected it to happen, you had to wait days to see Rafe again. You two texted whenever you could. You had classes for the rest of the week, had to tutor Wheezie at the end of each day, and were held hostage to watch movies with your parents every night before bed. Not that you don't like to spend time with your parents, but, for these last few days, you felt like you didn't have any time for yourself - let alone any time for Rafe to ever sneak inside your bedroom.

It was depressing.

Kristy eventually did tell you which party the girls decided to go to while having lunch together, and you texted that exact information to Rafe. You didn't know what the text would do to change his plans, but you sent it anyway.

You expected guilt at any point of your days. The guilt of not telling the truth to your mom or dad, or (especially) to Kristy and the girls. You expected to feel something due to how you've been going for weeks on constant lies about your whereabouts, who you're texting, and what you're thinking about when weirdly going silent. But that something never came, ever.

Firstly, you thought that maybe the entire reason why you wouldn't feel guilty was because of Rafe. You like being near him at all times, and you like to think about him at all times too. Deep down, you know that if there was ever the possibility of your parents or the girls finding out the truth, there would be no more Rafe. They would probably lock you in the basement and plan to fly you off the country. They hate him. All while you like him more, and more with each day. Therefore, whenever you're with him, you don't even notice that you're doing something bad.

Rafe has a different mentality when it comes to the two of you. He doesn't ever plan on telling anything about you to anyone - even though he has gotten close to telling Topper one time while very, very high - but he does, in a way, like the position you're in. It excites him. You can't be seen with him. You're the goody two shoes and the perfect girl, yet the exact same one that cums around his dick whenever he calls her his.

Not wanting anyone else to know is something the two of you can agree on, yet your reasons only match once: You two don't want to stop seeing each other. But while you sometimes find yourself suffering in the thrill of ever being caught, or the idea of anyone's face whenever they find out, Rafe thrives on it. Deep down he wants people to know how he can dirty your perfect image, to go from the perfect girl to his perfect girl at the snap of his fingers. He has you wrapped around his finger, and he never plans on getting you off.

It has only been an hour since you got to the party with your friends. Rafe knows because he saw you coming in. The party is mostly kept on the outside of the house as most of the doors inside are locked to keep people away from the bedrooms. He saw you walk with your usual group of friends, arm crossed with one of the girls - one he assumes to be Kristy.

The crowds you two hang out with are different. So different that they even hang out at different areas of the party. Your crowd stays on the grass, near the drinks and music. Rafe's crowd stays on the porch, near a table with its usual white residue and many, many beers. And this distance is bad for the two of you as there's no way for you to sneak away without one person seeing.

Rafe can still see you from where he sits, though. He's playing poker with Topper and a bunch of other guys. Rafe can't name half of the people that are with him, but he recognizes the faces. People like to randomly talk to him sometimes, but he's starting to get a little too drunk and too high to really keep up with them patiently. He has also won 2 games already and can't seem to wipe away his smile while Topper grows annoyed.