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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. movies.
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BEFORE MY MIND CAN EVEN BEGIN to process what Sarah said, the rattle of the bathroom doorknob sends us both into shock, amplified by the person that enters. Rafe, with his slicked hair falling out of position, storms into the room, determination haunting his eyes for all the wrong reasons. Once they land on me, they make their way over to Sarah, and back to me when he says, "Carmen, let's go."
"This is the women's bathroom, freak." Sarah pipes up, "Why don't you go?"
"Why are you even talking right now, Sarah? Dad wants you back at the table. Carmen, let's go." he reiterates sternly.
Staying still on the bathroom counter, the blonde girl adds, "You're ordering her around like she's Lola. If she wants to leave, she will. Right, Carmen?"
"I don't need your help, you're free to leave." I turn to Sarah. As much as I'd want to agree with her, the comparison to Lola was unnecessary, and frankly I don't know why she feels the need to give her input. Maybe JJ asked for it, but I didn't. We're two separate people, after all.
"I see why y'all are friends now. Cut from the same fucking cloth." she tutts, lifting herself off the surface and out of the bathroom, leaving me and Rafe alone.
I immediately cut to the chase, "Will you ever stop following me into every room?" I cock my head, "I leave the table for five fucking minutes to clean up, and there you are! Running to me like a lost puppy. This is freaking me out, Rafe!"
"Oh," he sinks his voice, bringing his hands to cup my cheeks, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt like that."
"No." I pull his hands away, "You don't get to do this. You don't get to play Mr. Nice Guy right now. Rafe, we're just friends, okay! Please, just friends."
His touch returns to where I was trying to rid myself of it, "I know. Just friends." His thumbs swipe under my eyes, "Have you been crying?"
"Fuck off," I push him away from me completely, "I'm fine."
