𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Sixteen.

"So you really think he's back for good?" Pope asked, as we sat outside of a small restaurant near the boneyard.

I had decided i needed to talk to someone. And Pope, he was always there for me. He always has been. I mean, he's smart. He didn't always think like the others. I think that's why i liked talking to him; he could put things into perspective.

Even though some may say i'm fraternising with the enemies allies, Pope was different. He's almost to sweet to take sides. So i trusted him. Fuck who he's friends with.

"I do." I huffed. We were currently discussing the man currently living in my own home. My moms "boyfriend".

I slept at home last night. He was there, of course.

I made it clear i didn't want to speak to him. Well, with my glares and non existent conversation. He didn't argue with it. Maybe he's finally learned to shut his mouth. Well, i really hope so.

My real dad ran of when i was 7. He never really told me why. My mother said he claimed, "He simply couldn't handle their relationship any longer."

Of course, that just went straight over my young mind, and left me believing that my own father just simply hated me and didn't want to be present in my life any longer. That it was once again, my fault.

"Well, your always welcome to stay Sofia. You know my Dad doesn't mind. I think your the only one out of my friends that he can actually kinda tolerate." A small smile appeared on his face.

I let a small laugh fall from my lips. I take that as a huge compliment.

"Thanks Pope. Really." I squinted my eyes looking at him as the Obx sun began to set.

"Of course." He nodded. "Right i gotta get going. You need a ride?"

"That would be amazing actually." I smiled.

We made our way over to the twinkie, which for some reason Pope had? From what i remember, this van was John B's.

"You got the Twinkie?" I questioned. Slowing my steps slightly.

"Uh.." The van door suddenly slammed open. JJ and John B's faces appearing.

For fucks sake.

"It- it was their idea, Sofia. I swear." Pope nervously spat out.

"We need you to talk to Kiara. She misses you Sofia." John B has the fucking nerve to announce.

I stay frozen. Beginning to let out a scoff.

"Your kidding me right?" I laugh. John B frowns.

I make eye contact with JJ. He looks away, daring to look guilty. I then look over to Pope, the disbelief clear on my face.

"What the fuck Pope? Was this your plan all along? Get me to come out with you and 'talk' to then do this?" He stays silent. They all did.

"Fuck you all." I turn my back quickly, not looking back.

"Ah, come on Sofia, please!" I hear JJ practically beg. The strain clear in his throat.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

I feel tears start to prick the corners of my eyes. No. Don't be a fucking idiot Sofia.

I carried on my charge. To where? God knows.
All i knew was that i needed to be far from wherever i was now.

I felt a warm tear drop down my cheek, basically giving up on trying to hold them back now.

I was done.

Why? Why is everybody the fucking same? Why was the only thing that's ever consistent in my life disappointment?

I could see the darkness begin to fill the sky. But i didn't care.

I wasn't going home.

I wasn't going anywhere.

My steps continued to drag, my tears continued to fall, and my ears began to ring.

I wasn't that i had no where to go. I mean of course i had my own home. But that's the last place i want to be right now. I can't even imagine the trouble my mom and her boyfriend are getting into.

I also now know i can't trust Pope. So his house is a no go.

I grabbed my phone from my back pocket, attempting to read through my contacts with glossy eyes.

I clicked on Sarah. My only friend. Jesus, a few years ago i wouldn't even dream of thinking that. Kiara and Sarah hate eachother. Like, a lot. Which for some reason meant i had to hate Sarah too. But i never did.

My phone rang on and on. No answer.

I huffed, deciding to try once more. This time, she picked up.

"Hello? Who's this, and why have you called a million fucking times?" A males voice dragged through my speaker.

But it wasn't just any males voice.

"Rafe?" I whispered.

"Sofia." He sounded pissed off. Per usual.

"Why..why have you got Sarah's phone?" Seriously, this man just keeps getting in the fucking way. Like an itch or something. No matter how many times i say i'm going to avoid him, he just has to fucking appear.

"She's out. Left her phone. It kept ringing in the kitchen and it was pissing me off. So i picked up. Didn't check who it was apparently." His last sentence sounded very aimed. Which it clearly was.

"Oh. Erm, do you know when she'll be back?" I sniffed.

"No. Why would i? Sofia where are you, why are you crying?" He sounded fed up. Not my fault you picked up.

"I'm not crying." I stood my ground.

He scoffed. "I can hear it. Where are you Sofia?"

I rolled my eyes, wishing he could see my distaste.

"Fuck sake. I'm near Ben Silver. Why?" I kicked the ground beneath me lightly. Probably scuffing my shoes. Oh well.

"Stay there. I'm coming."

"What? No." I stammered. He hung up on me. Rafe's seriously the last person i want to see right now. Why the fuck did i tell him where i was? Stupid, stupid Sofia...

Here i was once again, being saved by Rafe Cameron.

Great.

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