my favourite kook || rafe cameron

chapter 22: he's a liar

I meet Pope at his dad's shop.

"Morning, Mr. Heyward!"

"Cassandra Carrera! How you been? You and your sister staying outta trouble?"

I pause for a second.

"Of course!"

"Good to hear. You two gotta get these groceries delivered to Figure Eight ASAP."

I smile at him as Pope and I grab the bags from the man's hands and get onto his boat.

We sail off towards Figure Eight with the groceries.

"So, I didn't see you after the party. Everything good?"

I hesitate.

I want to tell him everything. He deserves to know and be apart of my life. He's my best friend.

"Yeah, yeah. I went to bed for the night. Sorry I didn't come talk to you guys. There was just- some, I don't know. Stupid shit that happened."

He looks at me with curiosity in his eyes, gesturing for me to continue.

"Everything was going fine. Great actually. Seeing you guys with Rafe was definitely a surprise, a good one. Him and I went to go sit on the couch, he was uh. Selling coke." I pause. "He promised me he didn't do any though. Anyways- I got up to go to the bathroom and when I got back he wasn't there. I saw him with Kiara. Her stupid — arms around his stupid neck, — her stupid flirtatious ways trying to suck him in. I just- I saw the coke sitting there and I-"

It was difficult for me to get the words out.

I felt stupid and ashamed. But I know he wouldn't judge me for anything.

"I relapsed. I'm really sorry, to everyone and- and myself. I don't know what's wrong with me-"

He cuts me off.

"Cass. Oh my god. It's okay Cass, you're alright. I'm sorry to hear that. Don't feel ashamed though okay? I can't even imagine how hard it must be to go through addiction. You're strong."

I smile.

Addiction.

I know that's what it is, what it was.

But hearing the words aloud made me feel some type of way.

Addiction.

I smile at him and nod, as I breathe in profusely.

"Yeah. After that I- I started flirting with Kelce because of how mad — and I guess how high I was. Later I was talking to Rafe about it and he said that he didn't initiate anything. Which now means I have to have a talk with my sister again. " I ramble. "I just don't know what to do Pope." I whine.

"Cassie. I know you better than anyone. Just take one step at a time. Have a chat with Kiara, and keep yourself distracted from-"

"Yeah, yeah I got it." I cut him off.

I didn't want to hear the words. It felt shameful.

I continue. "Thank you, really."

I felt lighter after that conversation. Like weight has lifted off my shoulders. Even though I didn't really do anything to make my situation better, talking to someone about it made me feel better, and motivated.

We get to the dock on Figure Eight, right by the golf course.

We exit the boat while taking the groceries with us. Right as we walk on the pathway, Rafe and Topper are there.

Great.

"Cass I'm gonna bring these groceries over there. Bring yours to that one. Meet me at the dock." Pope says, as he walks and brings his arms up to point at each delivery destination.

"Got it." I give him a thumbs up.

Pope rushes over to where he's going, as I walk over to Rafe.

"Cass- hey." Rafe lets out, almost slurring his words.

"Hey Rafe, Topper." I turn to Topper and then turn back to Rafe.

"So, what's up?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows.

His pupils.

They're huge.

"Not much, how- how are you doing?"

"Im.. fine. Rafe are you high?"

He freezes.

"Cass-"

"I need to go deliver these."

I furiously walk out, heading to the house in which I must go deliver this food.

Did he lie to me? He told me he was done. That it was just to sell.

He's a liar.

I place the bags on the porch.

I hear someone yell out.

Pope.

What the fuck us is going on?

I run down the steps of the house and rush to the golf course.

As soon as I get there I see Pope on the pavement on his back, Rafe above him holding golf club to the air. His back moving up and down as he breathes in fury.

"Rafe!"

He drops the club to the ground. The only thing covering the silence is the clattering noise from the metal club to the hard pavement.

Pope reaches is head up with a bloody mouth.

Shit.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" I shout.

I run over to Pope, helping him up off the ground.

"What the hell happened?" I give Rafe a side eye.

"Cassie let me explain, alright?"

"Explain the fact that you just jumped my best friend? What's wrong with you?"

"Cassie-"

"No. Topper did you have something to do with this?" I turn to Topper, shouting aloud.

"No-"

"So you just stood there and watched your best friend beat someone up? You're both fucking psychotic."

I take Pope by the arm, marching us back to the boat. I hear Rafe speaking, but I muffle out his voice.

What is wrong with him.

He's a liar.

A liar who just beat up my best friend.

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a/n:

HEYYY OMGGGG. okay so first of fucking all ty for 2k reads wtf yall !!!

alsoooo

i thought it was about time that i make rafe a little bit more.. how do i put this

not sane

psychotic

crazy

a little devil

ykyk ykyk

anyways we love him either way and hes so fine wtf wtf omg

anyways

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