𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 || RAFE CAMERON

003

It was dark now.

Night had fallen over the island of the Outer Banks, and while some were getting ready for bed, multiple teenagers were out on the beach illegally drinking and having fun, wanting to make the most out of their summer.

Gianna was one of those teenagers, emphasis on the illegally drinking.

It was euphoric, her mind buzzed like a fly in her ear and everything around her felt fuzzy. She felt hot and cold at the same time and couldn't stand up still without the world going round and round and round.

And the best part was, she didn't feel guilty at all. The effects of booze had hit her harder than a truck and made her completely numb to whatever thoughts and/or feelings she previously had. It only made her regret not drinking before.

Downing her sixth drink, she got up from the log she was sitting on and stumbled her way over to the keg, brushing away the strands of hair the breeze had blown on her face.

Yet, there was an obstacle preventing her from getting to the keg: a tall, rock hard back composed mostly of muscles.

And maybe if Gianna had been a little more careful, or if she had just stayed sober, she wouldn't have walked straight into said obstacle.

The mysterious figure quickly whipped around and revealed itself, reaching his hands around Gianna's biceps in order to stabilize her before she fell.

"Jesus, watch where you're going, Gray." Rafes eyes skimmed down her figure. Up and down then up again.

She eyed the boy, straining her neck to look up at him, there being a grand height difference between the two. Noticing that he still hadn't let her go, Gianna shoved him off and out of her way, using all of her strength to do so.

"Get off of me," She slurred, practically throwing herself on the keg as she grabbed the tap, filling her plastic cup to the brim.

"You don't have to be so bitchy, Gianna," Rafe spat, rolling his eyes. "I forgot how much of a pain you are when you're this drunk."

"You were the one who said I was 'losing my touch'" She scoffed. "So now that I got my touch back, you complain?"

She wouldn't usually get upset over something like this, much less argue with Rafe Cameron. But she wasn't in control of her own actions anymore, completely driven by alcohol.

Rafe snickered. "Oh, so you're doing this because of something I said?" He raised a brow.

Gianna's brows knitted together. "What- no-."

"Listen, Gray, I'm flattered, I really am," He brought his hand up to his chest. "But you really shouldn't do things because of other people."

Gianna couldn't believe what she was hearing, what an arrogant piece of shit, she thought.

She let out a breath. "I'm not doing this because of you, Rafe Cameron," She sneered. "Why would I ever want to do something because of you? We're not friends." Her words slow and garbled.

Rafe only shook his head as his tongue poked against his cheek.

"And I don't wanna talk to you anymore. You're ruining my night." Gianna took a long gulp of her beer, walking away from where she was and approaching the other Cameron sibling.

"Sarahhhhh," She drew out, standing next to the golden-locked girl and her boyfriend, Topper.

Sarah snickered. "Hey, Gia," She looked down at the cup in her hand. "Fun night?"