Dark side.

Lift

"Are you going to tell me or are you going to just stand their looking at me like that?" He pointed between both my eyes and I shrug a little.
"Like what?" I tried to sound sober but my voice was still slower then usual.
"Like if I found out you'd kill me?" He caged me between my car and his body.
"It's from my parents. I've been saving the money they give me. That's why I never go out" I lied through my teeth and he believed it.

"Fine. But I'm not letting you drive home in this state" he pulled out his phone calling a cab.
He pushed off the car no longer caging me in, I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding.
"It'll be here in five" he sucked on his teeth before staring me down yet again.
My heart was beating so fast, it always happens when I drink to much.
"Why do you need money?" I blinked obviously and he scoffed shaking his head.

"I don't" he licked the corner of his mouth as he looked anywhere but me.
Like he couldn't bare to look at me.
"Yes you do. Why do some stupid betting game? If you had money lots of it. Like your Dad . Then why would you want more?" My brain started to hurt with the amount of talking and thinking I was doing. Desperately trying to get my words in the right order.
"Aren't you observant?" A smirk crept onto his face, finally looking at me.

He stepped forward making me step back, my shoulders hitting my car door.
"You can always have more money. Use it differently" he tilted his head, his eyes moving from mine to what I was wearing.
"So- you have money but you want more because? You- can?" I couldn't help but chuckle at his ignorance.
"You look nice in that dress. Very pretty Olivia" his blue piercing eyes looked from my ankles back up to my face slowly. Too slowly.

His voice was steady and lower like he was trying to make me nervous. He didn't sound genuine. He never did.
I stood up taller as he just smirked more and more.
As I was about to open my mouth he spoke again "cab's here" he gestured to the car that had just pulled up.
I rolled my eyes pushing past him as I got into the back of the cab.
To my surprise Rafe jumped in the front seat.

"What? Your not coming with me!" I leaned forward confused why he had jumped in with me.
"I wouldn't let some stranger drive anyone home alone. Especially not a half cut rich girl with no brain" he insulted me and my face turned sour as I crossed my arms in annoyance.
"Whatever" I shook my head just wanting to get home.
The cab driver pulled out and it grew more silent as we got closer to my home.

"Can you drop me here please?" I was two minutes away from my house, I didn't want the guy dropping me off right outside. I'd seen some crime documentary and the cab driver stalked the girl he dropped off. Obviously knowing where she lives now that she'd given him the address.
"Yeah sure ma'am" to my surprise yet again Rafe stepped out as I did.
"Thanks" Rafe reached for his wallet and I grabbed his wrist pulling him with me as I sprint.
"Hey! Come back here!" The driver shouted as we ditched without paying.

I couldn't help but giggle, the alcohol in my blood making my vision blurry and everything funny. A sense of déjà vu Ran through my body like a drug
I pulled Rafe round the corner as the driver tailed us but then lost sight. It was only a five minute drive.
I started to laugh as I dropped his wrist, my hands on my knees as I caught my breath.
"What?" I notice Rafe's strange expression, he shook his head with a slight smile "since when do you ditch cabs and go out partying? The last time I'd seen you out you-" His brows raised slightly.

I quickly interrupted him not wanting to talk about the last party I'd been too.
"You haven't ever ditched a cab?" I chuckled and he sucked on his front teeth.
"No" he replied bluntly and I couldn't believe it. Of all people I thought Rafe definitely would have at some point.
"Not even in the city?" I pointed in the direction of where you cross the water to get to Charleston. They have night clubs, pubs and everything you wouldn't think. You just need to know where to look.

"Why do you go to the city?" His brows frowned yet again and I quickly lie before I expose myself "I visit my friends- we go to a pub over there" I stood up straight as I leaned against the wall.
"You have friends?" He teased sarcastically and I shoved his arm as I peeled myself off the wall.
"No seriously what do you even do in the city? I go there all the time and never see you? Topper hasn't even been to the city?" He followed me as I walked through the back garden of some random Kook to get to mine.

"I told you-" I try to explain more but he cut me off with his voice "I know what you said. And it's bullshit. Your 22. You've never even been to a party except from when we were like 18" he mocked, like he was so clever.
"I was 17 actually" my brows pushed together as I scoffed a little. I knew what 'time' he was on about and I didn't want to talk about it.
"Hmm" he hummed half heartedly.

I opened my back door and Rafe followed yet again.
"Go away" I groaned as I stumble a little, fucking heals-
"Woah there" Rafe's hand landed on my hips as he steadied me.
"If you think I'm that easy- your mistaken" my head rolled back against his chest.
"You were about to knock off that glass vase but whatever you think works too" he teases and I groan pushing his hands off me.

"Can I uh? Stay the night?" Rafe scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Why?" My voice was more slurred then last time and I saw him grow more nervous.
"I- I can't get home- I don't live right next door anymore" a sudden realisation hit me, Rafe really did get kicked out?
I never believe anything that Topper said but now I did. More then ever.
"Yeah sure. Just don't stain anything" I point my finger at him as I tried to grab the stair railing but totally missing it like an idiot.

"Shit-" Rafe laughed a little as he rushed over and helped me up.
"I'm fine-" I shook my head trying to get rid of the white noise running through it.
"Come on" he chuckled helping me up the stairs as I stumbled all over the place.

Rafe Cameron's POV
As soon as we got to her room I noticed all her old trophies, the ones she won from ice skating. Wonder why she gave it up?

Turning away from all the first place trophies and medals to see Olivia practically naked. It was- certainly a surprise.
"You could've just asked?" I joked and she rolled her eyes as she rolled into bed.
She was wearing pink lacy underwear and I couldn't help the thoughts running through my head and the blood rushing to my dick.
"Goodnight" I quickly made my way out, Jesus.

I closed the door quietly walking down the hall to a spare room.
My dick was as hard as a rock- how could it not be? She was in sexy skimpy underwear.
I close the spare bedroom door, I'd just stay in here for tonight. I was hoping that she was to drunk to remember why I was staying here.
I took my top off and trousers leaving me in my boxers.

I desperately tried to ignore the bulge in my boxers but I kept tossing and turning.
"Fuck it" I huff in annoyance as I got up going to the bathroom that was part of the bedroom. Thankfully.
I locked it behind me. I start to stroke my dick trying to get rid of it but it wasn't working.
I bite my cheek in annoyance, I closed my eyes. My mind going to those thoughts when I saw her.

How her tits sat, her nipples so ready- I stoked myself harder and harder as I imagined her on her knees for me- pretending my hand was hers.
Her big blue eyes looking up at me as she touches my dick-
Rubbing her thumb over the tip before finally putting it in her mouth, fucking her face until she looks like a pretty mess.
Droll dripping down her chin as well as my cum,   Gagging on it until she's crying.

My body shudders forward slightly as I finally released. Sighing in relief as I groaned realising I just got off to my best friends sister.
Olivia Thornton.
Of all people.
The uptight, control freak. Who never seems to loosen up ever. Someone I'd never in a million years actually fuck not sober anyway. She was too focused on being perfect and pretty to actually be someone half interesting. She never even tried to talk to people. Make friends or let people find out who she is.

She treats life like a project. Just like ice skating. Now Topper. It was endless.