my favourite kook || rafe cameron

chapter 5: the substance

I follow Sarah as she grabs my arm towards the crowd, bringing me to her and some of her friends.

"We're taking shots, you wanna join?" She calls out, in a positive tone.

I nod as she passes me a drink. I was at a party. Might as well have fun.

About 15 minutes into dancing and drinking with Sarah, I feel a presence come in from behind me.

"I was looking for you, sweetheart."

I turn around, in a better mood than I was in before. A little buzzed.

"First it's princess, now its sweetheart?" I respond, with a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Yup. That's how it is now." He responds. Leaving me with not much left to say.

He continues on.

"Hey so why don't you come hang out with me, ditch my little sister for a little."

I look back at Sarah, seeing her laughing with her friends.

"Sure, I guess." I say, slightly intrigued on where he's about to bring me.

As we walk inside, towards a couch with many people surrounding it, I hear him whisper into some guy's ear.

"Yo- hey hey. I got some yayo, spread the word alright?"

He started doing coke? Part of me feels guilty.

I started doing coke when we were hanging out, did he get the habit from me?

We sit down, with many others with us.

"Did you want a line?" He whispers to me, with a slight smirk on his face.

"Um, n- no. I don't do that shit anymore." I stammered, a weird feeling brushed past my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Oh, Cass I didn't know I- sorry." He stutters, seeming apologetic.

I smile at him, telling him that its okay.

A slight part of me wanted to know what it felt like again.

"You know what, fuck it." I mumble to myself, barely enough for the boy to hear.

I snort a line, inhaling, remembering what the feeling was like.

"Woah." I shouted.

Rafe looks at me, he chuckles, but his face shows slight guilt.

We laugh as we sit together and talk about whatever seems to be on our minds.

It's weird that a substance that completely destroyed me, could get me back together with the person I've missed most.

It felt good laughing with him again. But there was still that tension, with a conversation needed on how things ended before.

"Hey, you uh- you wanna head to my room?" He asks me, smirking and chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah sure." I reply, curiously.

We get off the couch and head out.

Before completely exiting the room, I hear Kelce shouting from where we once were.

"Woahhh Rafe! You about to tap that? Man, you can never save any bitches for me." He says, while laughing.

I ignore his comment, not thinking too much of it. It was Kelce afterall.

Rafe sighs, looking back at Kelce without turning his head. Trying not to pay him any attention.

Part of me was upset at him for not saying anything back. But I knew it wouldn't be fair for me to feel that way.

As soon as we get up to his room, he shuts the door, while he pushes me against it as he locks the door.

He begins to kiss me, I start to feel a tingle, along with slight butterflies.

I touch my lips with his, as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around him and he throw me on to the bed. He takes off his shirt.

I giggle.

We continue to make out with him on top of me.

He lowers his lips down my body, nearing my clit. He takes his fingers and rubs them against my thong.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

He felt so good, I needed him more.

He begins to rub his fingers in circular motions on my clit.

"Oh, shit." I moan.

"Yeah, you like that?" He continues, groaning.

"Rafeeee oh my g-"

Suddenly a voice from outside the door, loudens as it gets closer and closer.