You hate when I get crazy- Rafe Cameron

PEMDAS

I woke up to someone shaking me, "Oh my god, Lyra. Are you okay?" "Oh, hey Sarah." My head was killing me, and I really didn't want to get up. "My dad can't see you out here. Let's go inside." I opened my eyes and saw she was dressed to go somewhere. "You go do whatever you're doing, I'm just going to crash in your room if that's cool?" Sarah nodded and opened the door for me. We said bye to each other, and I headed upstairs. 

I honestly don't even remember walking up the stairs or plopping down onto her bed. It smelled really good though, but it didn't smell like Sarah. I'll have to ask Sarah what type of cologne Topper uses. I had my face smooshed into the pillows when I heard the door open, "Hey, Sarah. What kind of cologne does Topper use? It smells nice." "I'm definitely not Sarah, and Topper has definitely not been in my bed."

Fuck.

I turned over and suddenly became very aware that I was only in my bikini from last night and a sheer cover up. I didn't move, maybe he'll think that I died and then he'll leave. "You feeling okay? You left the party really suddenly." I decided I should just get up and deal with my embarrassment. "Rafe, do I look like I feel okay?" I said turning over to face him. He was standing by his door with his arms crossed. 

"No, you look like shit. Go shower and get dressed." I flipped him off and got up. "I'm only doing it because I need too, not because you told me too." I shoulder checked him as I walked past him and into Sarahs room. I showered and was glad I had my bag here from yesterday. I put on a pair of white shorts and a blue crop top. I combed out my hair and left it down for once. I walked out of her room and was going to leave when I passed Rafe standing in the kitchen. "Here's a water and some Tylenol."

I took the Tylenol and gave him a weird look, "Yesterday you were basically cussing me out and today you're offering me Tylenol. What a change of character." I said jokingly. He cracked a small smile and then Topper came in the front door. "Hey, Top." "Would you like to join us at the Country Club?" Topper asked. 

I decided to go and make sure everyone there knew I wasn't awful, that way Heyward didn't lose any more business. I nodded and we all piled into Topper's jeep. "Do you know where Sarah is?" Topper asked me. I had no idea where she was at, but she had mentioned talking to John B yesterday before the party. 

I shook my head, "I think she said she was getting some decorations for her room." Topper nodded, I'm not sure if he believed me or not. We got to the Country Club, and we started golfing, I had never been before. I was doing horrible, and Topper just kept laughing at me. "At least give me some pointers!" 

We were walking to the next hole, Rafe and Topper were talking about the party last night. "Woah, I don't think he's a member." Rafe pointed towards Pope who was just trying to deliver groceries. They started walking towards Pope. "Guys, don't do this." "Come on, Lyra. Prove you aren't a pogue. Get us the beer." Topper laughed. 

Topper went up to Pope, and held the golf club against him, "How much for one of those beers?" "They aren't for sale," Pope kept trying to walk past him, but he wouldn't move. "Topper, that's enough." I yelled at him as I made my way over there. Pope finally noticed that I was with them, and he shook his head. "Kie was right about you, wasn't she." I was defending him, and he was caught up with the fact that I was hanging out with kooks. 

Topper ripped Pope's grocery bag and they started shoving each other. Pope got a good hit in, and Rafe went over to hit him, Pope may not like me, but I was going to still help him. I punched Rafe in the face, "What the fuck, Lyra?" He yelled at me. "You keep your fucking hands off of him." 

Topper kept hitting Pope, so I grabbed the golf club and hit him in the back with it. "You bitch!" Topper tackled me, and I felt my head hit something hard, but I didn't care. I could take the hits, I could handle the pain, I just needed Pope to be okay. I got up and shoved Topper backwards. Topper raised his hands and shrugged, "Next time, you're done for."