The Sinner

74*

Rafe had managed to lock us out of his house.

Someone had moved the fake rock the holds the spare key, and now the two of us were looking around like idiots in their front garden. Picking up random rocks that we believe is the fake one, only to be fooled every single time.

"It's cold out here Rafe," I say, growing annoyed and tired of our situation, "There's really no other way in?"

"Rose locked the fucking door," He says, pulling out his phone. The screen illuminated his face, being our only source of light for the moment. I watch as he scrolls through the lists of contacts he has in his phone. It was dialing a second later.

"You have reached the voice mailbox of-"

"Fucking bitch," He grumbles out. "She knew I was coming home too."

"Why the hell would she do that?" I ask, looking up at him. He uses his hand to hold himself up as he continues to scroll through his phone.

"She thinks she owns this house now that my dad died."

I hear a crack of thunder in the sky, and my eyes widen. We both look at each other as we simultaneously realize a storm is coming.

What perfect fucking timing.

"Can we go to your house?" Rafe asks, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"You know that my dad doesn't want us together," I say. "If he saw you in my room, he'd be pissed."

"So where does he think you went tonight?"

"To the party," I say with a nod. "But I didn't tell him who I was going with."

"Classic," He chuckles. "Who knew you were such a rebel, angel?"

Not me that's for sure.

I give him a teasing look before trying to say something, but another clap of thunder cuts me off. The sound made me jump; it was clearly getting closer. After exchanging glances again, we both turn around and head back to the car as I begin to feel raindrops on my forehead.

We desperately sprint to the car as the rain beats down on the two of us. But it's useless; in the brief time it took us to get to the car, the rain has already soaked both of our clothes.

He fumbles with the keys, "Fuck!" I watch him finally grab ahold of the key fob and unlock the car. I lean back into the seat, my back sticking to the leather seats as I let out a loud sigh.

"What bad luck," I say with a laugh.

The only sound was the rain slamming on the car's roof. It cascaded down the front windshield, almost looking like a waterfall, blocking our vision from anything or anyone. No one could bother us or stop us; it was as though we were in our own little world.

"Did you know it was supposed to rain?" He asks, looking over at me.

My eyes meet his, "No."

I notice the front pieces of his hair were stuck to his forehead, the rain droplets sliding down his cheeks, the white shirt sticking to his body. My eyes continue to roll down his body as he takes the wet jacket off.

"Looks like we're sleeping out here," He jokes, looking over at me in the process.

"Unless you think Wheezie is up?" I ask.

"I'll text her," I hear his thumbs tap various parts of the screen, insinuating he was texting her. I watch him put his phone in the cup holder, looking over at me again.

The rain continued to pound down on the car, almost as if it was someone repeatedly smacking their hands against it. It was heavy, and I knew if we get out we'd get soaked. Even more than we already were.