𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ~ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

14. Lunchtime

"What time until you have class?"

You lift your eyes off your phone as soon as Rafe asks the question. You squint at nothing for a while, shamelessly forgetting what time you start school today. Unfortunately, you do also remember that Mondays are always your heavier days. The ones with more classes and less time after school.

You answer Rafe as he parks the car, less than 20 minutes until class, and you look out of the window. You're not too far from school, but not too close either. Just enough for you to jump out of the car and walk over a few feet to make the girls think you decided to skip a car ride and have a morning walk.

Your phone, with time, has a black screen, and you're too lost in your thoughts to realize that Rafe has his eyes on you.

The blind date was just 3 days ago, and you haven't spoken much with the girls. You've talked a few times on the group chat, but you didn't really pay much attention to it since you practically spent the entire weekend with Rafe in your room.

You had sent them a text as soon as you and Rafe got to your bedroom, and they all answered almost immediately, appearing to be disappointed with the date not working out. Kristy made sure to apologize, saying that she really thought it would work with Alex.

As the weekend passed by, you didn't get a lot more messages from them, which didn't faze you. It happens, at times, when they just go silent. Usually, when it happens, the Mondays that follow always have a lot of conversation at lunchtime. Therefore, there is truly nothing to worry about.

You snap awake from your thoughts and look back at Rafe, realizing that you must have been looking out of the window for a while now. Finding his eyes on you doesn't surprise you at all. His hand is resting on the back of your seat, and you lean your head against it playfully. As a small tilt of a smile appears on his lips, his thumb moves and caresses your temple softly.

"I don't want to go." You whisper into the silence of the car.

The small grin on Rafe's face grows as he finds your self-pitying amusing. You put your phone down and bring your hands up to rest them on Rafe's shoulders. He automatically knows what you're doing, so he simply leans back on his seat and lets you crawl over the console to get to his lap.

When sitting, you lean onto him and rest your cheek on his shoulder, seeking his warmth.

"I don't want to go." You repeat, still in a whisper, but with your eyes closed.

Rafe lays his hand over your thigh, and he whispers back, "Then don't."

"I need to." You answer, lifting your head to eye him as you speak, "Test is next week. I can't miss class."

Rafe is amused yet again, eyeing your distressed face from your eyes to your lips. Noticing his stare, you peck his lips once and lay your head back down. You have to be in class in 15 minutes, and, even though you hate to be late, you might sacrifice it today. And yes, it has to do with the fact that you don't want to leave this car since you'll probably only see Rafe again tomorrow or the day after, when you need to tutor Wheezie.

You sit in silence for some time, Rafe looks out of the window while you rest on his lap, lost in your thoughts as his, now both, hands smooth over your thighs, warming them with his familiar touch.

"Did you also get a text from Patty?" You ask, lifting your head to look at him once more.

"About what?"

"The party on Friday."

Rafe pulls you closer to him, not letting you hide your face on his shoulder again. You rest your hands over his shirt, playing with the thicker fabric between your fingers. He's wearing a long-sleeve shirt today due to the abnormal cold outside. It looks good on him.