Toxic: A Rafe Cameron fanfic ( Rafe x reader)

Chapter 12

Y/n pov:

The past couple months have been different. Rafe has been different. When we hang out, which we barley do now because his father always needs him for stuff. He hides his phone from me and doesn't talk much. He's been distant, like he's in another world.

And today was one of those days.

Rafe and I were laying in my room watching Flipped, My favorite movie. Rafe had picked it because he knew it was my favorite and promised me one day, we would watch it together.

"I'll be back." Rafe said quietly as he got up from the bed. Before I could even ask where he was going, he was already out the door. I had noticed he left his phone laying on the bed, but I wasn't going to touch it because I'm not like that.

Not even a second later Rafe's phone went off. At first, I brushed it off until curiosity was killing me. what if it was what's making him so distant, what's taking up all his time. Or maybe it's just his dad or Sarah texting him about dinner. I had to know. I Quickly grabbed his phone and opening it going to his messages. At first all I saw was unopened messages from ward and some of his friends. Then I saw it, a text from a girl named Anna. It was the message that just popped up. I timidly clicked on her name reading the message as it showed up on the screen.

"Hey. Are u free? I was thinking we could go to the movies together or maybe dinner. I miss you" It read. At that moment I felt everything. Sadness, anger, frustration, I felt it all. Who was Anna? Why is she always asking him to hang out and saying she loves him and misses him? Why was he saying it back? Is this why he was distant? Because he was talking to her? I have to know.

At this point tears were drenching my face. Rafe wasn't back yet. I decided to sit and wait for him to come back to confront him then ambush him in the bathroom. Not long after he walked in noticing my tear drenched face and numb expression.

"Babe what's wrong" he said walking over to me and sitting in front of me. he had a worried look on his face. Almos terrified like he knew I knew.

"Who's Anna?" I asked sternly, narrowing my eyes as I refused to look at him.

"What?" He asked as his eyes flickered down to his phone in my hand, reaching for it.

"Who. Is. Anna?" I said facing him practically yelling. "And don't say you don't know who she is because you must if you're telling her, you love her Rafe." I add as I back away and stand up from the bed as he sits on the edge looking dumb founded.

He lets out a deep breath before speaking. "She's a girl my father wants me to date because it makes the family look better" Rafe exclaimed brushing his hair back.

"Wants you to date? Rafe by the looks of it to me it seems like your already fucking dating." I yell throwing my hands in the air. "Why? I mean your father seemed to fucking like me. Or was that fake just like you liking me?" I ask as tears run down my face.

"My love for you is not fake, Y/n" he yells back as he stands up. "He wants me with a kook to make the family look better. He said a pogue was a bad image to put on the family. So, I lied to him and said I broke up with you. then I got with her." Rafe said as he walked closer to me trying to grab my hand but i yanked it back before he could.

"Do you even care about me Rafe? Did you ever stop to think about my feelings?" I asked him softly because i was tired of yelling at someone who's not worth it.

"Of course, I do Y/n" he said.

"Then why fucking do it. Instead of telling your father no you were a coward and cheated on me, all to make your family look better. It's like I don't even know you anymore. I loved you, Rafe. And I tried to make this work. Like trying to force stars to Align. But it's no use. it's like we're two worlds apart." I said breaking down, falling to the floor.

"Y/n-"

"Get out!" I yell at Rafe cutting him off. He tried to walk over to me, but I told him to get out again.

"Fine" Rafe said as he grabbed his phone and walked to the door. "I love you Y/n" He whispered then walked out of the room and leaving my house.

At that point I was still on the floor, crying. I tried; I loved him. Now he's gone.