Good Days •Rafe Cameron•

Promise

     

      My mind wondered to Rafe. I constantly found myself thinking about him. I wanted to know what he was doing at every hour of the day. Was he thinking about me, too?
    I was frustrated. Frustrated with the idea of that I could maybe, possible, have some feeling about Rafe. I tried to deny it. I know what's he done. I know what he did to me.
    But everything was hard and complicated. Rafe is a bad person. I often times wished for Rafe to have Good Days. But lately it's been a series of terrible events with him.
    So why did I think about him? The way his shirt hugs his abs as the wind blew through the Banks. His sandy brown hair was sudden worn differently. I liked it. Messy. Rough. Just like his calloused hands. The hands I wished that could touch my body.
   Our skin tones will look perfect against each other. I wanted to feel his skin rub against mine. I longed for this type of sensation. This want for him. This need for him.
     The hot sun wasn't helping my case as I trudged through the weed infested lawn that belonged to Barry.
    His trailer sat in the deepest parts of The Cut. A few blocks from JJ's place. The front lawn was covered in bike parts and tin trash cans that looked covered in black smoke from past fires.
     I reached the crooked door to his house. The dry rotting door looked thin. It was covered in chipped red paint that was definitely in need of a touch up.
     I raise my right fist slowly, taking a breath, before knocking three times on the door. I waited a few seconds before the door swung open revealing Barry.
    He instantly gave me a toothy smile which showed off his gold tooth. He was covered in sweat and dirt. And his hair was pulled back into a bun.
   Barry flexed his muscles as he crossed his arms and leaned on the door. "Hello, Ms. Thang." He teased. I rolled my eyes but continued to smile sweet let at the drug dealer.
    "Is Rafe here?" I asked, resting my hands on my hips. "Whatcha' want with ol' Country Club?" Barry asked. His thick southern accent rolled off his tongue like butter.
    "None of your business." I quickly say. Barry shakes his head. "Listen here, Missy. This is my place. Don't think you could just come over here demanding answers like ya' own the place." He warns.
      "Barry, please. Is Rafe here or not?" I asked again, growing tired of his fake southern hospitality. Barry's smile brightened even more. "Well...only because you said please." He says. "Rafe's here. Come in." He nods his head; signaling for me to follow him. "Thanks." I mumble stepping inside his trailer.
   My nose is met with a strong smell of weed and beer. The place is a complete mess. My eyes roam the entrance. Empty bottles and filled up ashtrays lie around the house. Most of the furniture was rotted and molded.
    "Nice place." I comment looking around. "So where's Rafe?" I turn around, facing Barry. He points to the couch on the far end of the trailer. And that's when I notice a sleeping Rafe sprawled out on the couch, snoring.
    His tall body hung over the couch as his legs fell off the edge. I quickly walk over, observing the boy. He looks so peaceful yet stressed from the events happening in his life. And I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
    "Rafe." I hum, shaking him lightly by the shoulder. "Mmhmm..." He mumbles burying his face into the cushions. "I told you not to wake me up, Barry." Rafe groans. He moves his face away from the couch blinking several times before focusing on his vision.
     "Sorry, to disappoint. But I'm not Barry." I smile at the Kook. A relieved smile appears on Rafe's lips.
      "What are you doing here?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sits up from his sleeping position as he makes room for me on the couch.
     "I'll be outside." Barry tells us as heads to the front door slamming it shut behind him.
      I take a seat next to Rafe. My body molds with the soft cushions. "I've been thinking about you, lately." I start. Rafe grins, knowingly. "Oh, really?" He says, leaning closer toward me.
     My body becomes frozen as I feel his body heat radiate off mine. My heart began to pound as he rested his right hand on my thigh.
     His calloused fingers brushed softly against my brown skin and they carefully played with the loose threads that hung from the hems of my shorts.
     I pulled myself out of my thoughts. I took his hands off me putting them back onto his lap.
      "Focus, Rafe." I warn. He rolls his eyes, playfully. "What do you want, Phoebe?" He asked. "How would you like to come to a party with me tonight?" I smile, widely.
     Rafe scrunches up his face. "A party? What party? I haven't heard about anything like that." He explains. "That's because I'm referring to a party on Sunset Beach." I raise my right brow.
     "That's like a day of driving, Be. Not to mention we'd practically be in South Carolina." He acknowledges.
     I shake my head. "Not exactly, just near the state lines." I explain. "What do you even want to go to this party. Last time I took you to a party; it didn't really go so well for the both of us." He reminds me.
     "This time is different. I'm taking you." I empathized. He smiles. His blue eyes roam my face; which causes me to blush. "So...are you coming or what?" I leaned closer to Rafe. Our faces are centimeters apart.
      "Alright. I'll come just for you." He grins. "Yay!" I shout, clapping my hands, before pulling him in for a hug.
    "Okay, let's go! If we leave now. We'll make it there by 10 pm. I suggest, standing up from my spot in the couch, pulling Rafe up with me.
"I don't even have clean clothes." Rafe groans. I take his hand in mine; pulling out towards the front. Barry stands up from a lawn chair. "Where are y'all two going?" He asked.
"A party!" I called out, walking to my Jeep. "You're welcome to come." I smile sweetly. "Nah, I'm good." Barry denies the offer. "Country Club you have some fun now. Especially with a fine thang like her on your waist." Barry speaks.
Rafe rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He smiles. The two of us hop into the vehicle. I reach behind my seat. Pulling out a duffel bag filled with clothes.
"Here." I throw the bag into his lap. "Pick something." I say, before starting the car.
Rafe digs through the bag pulling out a button up short sleeves shirt with cute paisley pattern decorating the blue fabric.
As we make it to the main road I watch from the corner of my eye. Seeing Rafe undress himself. He pulls his dirty t-shirt over his head; revealing his toned abs.
I quickly bite my lip containing a moan that I felt riling up from the pit of my stomach. The sweat from his dripped down his torso rolling down his middle.
I gripped the steering wheel harder as I tried to focus on the road. Rafe finished buttoning up the shirt, but ended up leaving the two top buttons undone; showing off his chest.
"So...how did you even hear about this party?" Rafe asked, resting his elbow on the door. "Some girls Instagram." I answered.
"And you thought of inviting me?" He implied. I nod. "Of course, you're nineteen. Why would I invite the Pogues. They've all sixteen." I explained.
"Yeah, and you're eighteen. That's not that much of a difference." Rafe says. "I roll my eyes. "Just shut up and be grateful that I thought of you." I smile.
Rafe smirks. "Oh, so you think about me?" He asked, lifting his right brow knowingly at me. "I thought you said you shouldn't be around me anymore?" He says.
I ignore his comment, keeping my attention in the ride, looking straight ahead. "Hmm." He hum. It's silent for a moment. I can see from the corner of my eye the Rafe is struggling to say something. The lines on his forehead crease together as he thinks. He licks his lips as he watches me drive.
"Phoebe..." He starts. I flicker my eyes to him for a moment before putting them back in the road. "I'm sorry." He apologized.
Here it comes. I thought as he turned his body in the seat so now he's facing my entirely. "I should have never hurt you-." I cut him off. "You've already apologized." I state.
"I know. But until you realize how truly sorry I am I will continue to apologize. What I did to was wrong. I was upset and confused. I didn't know what I was doing. I think about you everyday. I ruined your future." He says.
"Rafe stop." I shake my head. I can feel the tears in my eyes. "I don't want to talk about it. It's done. It's over. I can't have kids. I just have to learn how to accept it." I say.
"But-." Rafe starts again, but I cut him off once again. "Enough, Rafe!" I snap. "I'm serious. Let's just have a good time tonight. I mean when was the last time you left Kildare County?" I asked.
"Um...probably last Christmas." He says. "Okay. Well it's time to leave again. Go ahead and make your seatbelt click." I say, telling him to buckle up.
Rafe pulls the seatbelt over his body before relaxing in the seat. I continue on down the interstate, turning on the radio. Hold On by The Internet begins to play as the two of us silently watch the road.
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As night fall approached, Rafe and I decided to stop for food before heading to the party. "You realize this night is very random of us." Rafe says. As I pull up to the Cook Out Drive Thru.
    "So what if it is." I smirk. "We're teenagers. We should live a little." I say. The two of us quickly order our food. As we pull ip to the window. I grab my wallet.
    Rafe grabs my hands; stopping me from pulling out my card. "I got it." He says, digging through his pockets for a twenty. He reaches over my seat; handing it to the cashier.
    "You didn't have to pay." I say, taking the drinks. "Then why'd you let me?" He teased. "Ha! Let you?" I laughed. "I'll pay for my own food next time. But thanks anyways." I say. The cashier hands is the food.
     "Thank You." I thank the guy before pulling off. Rafe digs through the bag pulling out his fries. He stuffs a bunch in his mouth.
    "God, it's been so long since I had Cook Out." He moans. "Kildare needs to bring one to the Banks." He says.
    "Well then, you'd live Columbia. There's a Cook Out on every corner." I say. "Here let me feed you." Rafe says, pushing a fry towards my face.
    I pull away, confused. "Feed me?" I laughed. "I'm very capable of driving and eating at the same time." I said.
    "Girl, just shut up and eat the damn fries." Rafe says, pushing the fire to my mouth. I roll my eyes but open my mouth as he puts the food in my mouth.
     It's around 10 o'clock by the time we arrive to the party. Dozens of cars are parked all around the beach house.
    The music from inside is muffled as Rafe and and I hop out of the car. "Do you know anyone here?" Rafe asked. "Nope, not at all." I say. "So who are we supposed to talk to?" He says. "We can talk to whoever. And each other. Why so many questions?" I asked. "No reason." Rafe shrugs.
    We both stay close to each other walking up to the door. I suddenly feel Rafe's arm on my shoulder. He pulls me closer to his chest guiding me inside.
     I can feel my cheeks heat up from his gesture. My heart begins to beat as he rubs his thumb along my shoulder causing goosebumps to raise.
    I flip my locs back so that they're out of my face revealing my skin from the halter top I'm wearing.
     The music is blasting and the house is crowded with people dancing and drinking.
    "Let's get a drink!" Rafe shouts over the music. He runs his hands down my arm; sending chills through my body, before lacing his fingers with mine.
    I nod. "Good idea!" I shout following him through the crowd. The smell of alcohol and weed fills my nose as the two of us make to the back of the house where the kitchen is.
    A huge glass door reveals a long pool in the backyard where many people swam in as they held beer cans above the water.
    "What do you want?" Rafe asked, looking through all the alcoholic drinks on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
    "Anything is fine." I shrug, reaching for a Truly. Rafe grabs himself a Corona. "Figures." I mumble to myself.
The music changes to something a little more slower but still very danceable. "Wanna dance?" I asked, already pulling Rafe to the dance floor moving my hips as I take a sip from my drink.
"I don't dance." Rafe shouts, bumping into couples as he begins to look annoyed. "Don't be such a baby." I pout.
I pull him closer to my turning around pressing my back to his front as I grind on him. That ends up changing Rafe's mind. I feel his hand move to my stomach as he hold my in place moving his body to the same beat as me.
The crowded dance floor become tight and sweaty with other people dancing on each other drunk and delirious.
Rafe buries his head in my neck. The hair from his head tickles my skin causing me to giggle. "Having fun?" He whispers. I bit my lip as I try to control my breathing.
There it is. That feeling. The one that buried in the pit of my stomach. The feeling of our skin touching against each other isn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more.
      I don't even remember pulling Rafe towards the backyard. We're both standing by the pool. A boy jumps into the water, splashing water on us.
Rafe turned me around. I catch his eyes, gazing into his warm expression. His lips hand open as he roams my face. The blue water illuminates off his skin making him look innocent and young.
"Want to go for a swim?" He suggested. I bite my lip harder. "Uh huh." I nod. Rafe pulls quickly pulls the hem of my top signaling for me to start stripping.
And that moment I didn't care that I didn't bring a bikini. I just wanted to be closer to Rafe.
Rafe does the same stripping his clothes off in front of everybody.
Once we're down in our underwear; the both of us slowly dip into the pool. The cool water fees good against my skin as the warm summer night contrasts.
The pool is crowded with other couples in their own world. Some making out. Other just swimming around having conversations.
Rafe swims towards me pulling my closer once again. I still don't feel satisfied. My dark purple underwear still keeps me from feeling all of him.
"I like this." Rafe smirks. I touches my stomach, noticing my long scar on my abdomen. His fingers follow the lines. "This is how it's supposed to be. You and me. No Kooks. No Pogues. Just Rafe and Phoebe." He squeezes my ass lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as we boy I'm the water.
"You after tonight, we can't mention this to anyone. At least not to the Pogues." I warn. Rafe scoffs. "God, Phoebe you act like the Pogues are God Given. Why can't you just tell the them about us-." I cut him off.
"Us? There's no us, Rafe." I snap. "Please, I know right now that you want me to kiss you. You've practically been on me all night. Admit it. You want me to take you up stairs. Rip your underwear wear off and fuck you until you can't stand. I'll take your virginity." He growls.
Oh, God. My body heats up. I don't even know if that possible while being in a pool. "What makes you think I'm a virgin?" I sassed. "Girl, you've got virgin written all over you." He teased.
"So you're saying you want to have sex, like right now?" I asked. Rafe guides his fingered to my chest. Following the line of my cleavage.
"Only if you want the same thing." He leans in closer. I embarrassingly look around at the people. No one seems to be paying attention. My brown eyes lick with us blue ones. He stares at me with wanting eyes.
"Fuck it." I smirk. "Take me upstairs." I say. He pulls me quickly back to the edge of the pool helping me up as he follows behind me. I pick up my clothes from the ground; Rafe doing the same, before guiding me once again through the crow and up the stairs.
The music gets quieter as we move upstairs to one of the empty bedrooms. Rafe closes the door behind us locking it.
"So...should I-." I'm quickly cut off by Rafe smashing his lips on mine. He's rough and controlling as his slips his tongue into my mouth squeezing my ass while lifting me up.
    I moan as he guides us towards the bed. Our wet bodies tangle together as we fight for dominance.
    We both fall on the bed. I giggle erupts as I continue to kiss him lacing my fingers in his hair. Rafe tugs in my bra with his right hand while his left hand takes my right moving it above my head.
     I can tell he knows what he's doing. He's eager and I'm willing to give it all up for him. Before Rafe pulls my bra off completely he stops, looking at me.
    "Are you sure?" He asked. I can tell he didn't want to hurt me. And I was beginning to feel scared. Maybe I wasn't sure. I didn't know anything about sex. This wasn't me. But, who am I anyway.
    "Be...?" Are you sure?" Rafe asked again. I shrug my shoulders. "Why not." I sighs. "You'll hate me tomorrow." Rafe implies. I smirk. "Yeah, we'll, I hate you already." I breathed, pulling him closer so that he'll continue.
    He quickly unclamped my bra exposing my breast. He moves down my chest licking my nipples slowly moving his tongue in a circular motion.
   "Oh, God." I moan, quietly. I didn't want to be loud or seen like I couldn't take it. "You like that." He breathes. "Just shut up and keep doing it." I say, pulling him as close as possible.
    I feel Rafe move his hands down to my hip, finally tugging on the hem of my underwear. His fingers slip under the hems pulling them down.
   I'm completely naked. My brown skin holds on tight as I wait for him to remove his boxers. He guides his fingers down to my middle rubbing his fingers slowly then faster causing my breathing to quicken.
    "Take your clothes off." I groan. "It's not fair that I'm the only one naked." I say. "Calm down, girl." He breaths. He pulls away from me slipping his boxers off.
      Now he's completely naked. I rest my body on my elbows looking up at him. "If we do this. You can't tell anyone, okay." I warn, Rafe. He nods. "Yeah, yeah. Of course. I promise." He breaths.
    I smirk. "Okay." I simply say. "Okay?" Rafe says. "Okay." I say again. I wrap my arms around his neck bringing him closer to my body. His weight pushes me further into the bed.
     "I love you, Be." Rafe says. I can feel him moving closer. Pushing himself inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to get used to him. "You can't say that, Rafe. Don't tell me you love me, while you're literally inside me." I breathed.
     "I do love you, Be." Rafe smirks as he begins to thrust. "Oh, God." I wince. He continues to move faster and faster. The pain slowly turns to pleasure.
    I wrap my legs around his waist giving him better access. He lift my him up groaning in my ear.
     The only sounds that can be heard is the slapping of skin in skin and the moans leaving my lips. Rafe tangles his hands in my locs as I feel his thrust become sloppy.
     I can feel my stomach twist in a knot as he moves in and out. "Can I cum in you." Rafe asked. Sweat drips from his hair and he look me in the eye.
    I erupt into a giggling fit. "I can't get pregnant." I remind him. Rafe takes that as a yes. He moves faster causing the bed to shake and squeak.
    I quickly become a moaning mess as I feel my body ready to reach for climax. Rafe squeezes my ass tighter as I feel him release himself inside me. I soon follow behind letting out a long orgasm.
    Once the two of us come down from our high. Rafe pulls himself out of me dripping. He drops his body next to mine.
     Our sweaty bodies catch our breaths. My whole body is buzzing with sex and my feet tingle. I just lost my virginity to Rafe Cameron. A Kook. A killer.
    "That was..." I say, trailing off, staring at the ceiling. "Are you feeling good?" Rafe asked. He turns to his side, resting his head in his hand. I look over to him.
     "I don't know. This was my first time. I don't know what I should be feeling." I sigh. Well maybe I can help you with that. We can always go again." He smirks. He slowly lays on top of me again, caressing my cheek in his hand.
     "Promise me that we keep this a secret." I plead. "Promise."