𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Twenty Seven.

My foot tapped on the floor over and over again. My knee bounced beneath the table.

20 minutes.

20 minutes, i've been sat in this restaurant waiting for Rafe.

A few weeks ago i wouldn't of even given Rafe the time of day. And now here i am, waiting on him.

A few different servers had come over asking if i was ready to order yet. I told them i was waiting on someone. It was getting embarrassing now.

I was contemplating on getting up and leaving. I had multiple times. Why the fuck i hadn't? I had no idea.

Until i saw him.

He came bursting through the entrance of the restaurant. He looked around frantically until he saw me, and came rushing over.

"Fuck." He huffed sitting down in the booth before me.

I sat with crossed arms and a dead face.

He looked up from his hands, which were fiddling with the ketchup packets i had left there several minutes ago.

"What?" He questioned.

I shook my head. "Rafe." I sighed with a rising anger. "Do you know how long i was sat here? What the fuck were you doing?" I tried to keep my voice down.

His face fell to his hands. He was snickering. "I was only like 10 minutes. Chill." His face held a smirk. Not a playful smirk. An angry, smug one.

"Chill? Are you actually being serious right now?" My jaw remained dropped. His sudden shift in behaviour and attitude confused me. What has gotten into him?

I took a closer look at him.

Then it hit me.

He was high.

His fumbling hands, his inability to sit still, his attitude. It was all there.

How did i not put this together sooner?

Why on earth did i believe that he would keep his promise?

"What?" He practically spat at me again.

I shook my head in disbelief.

"You know, i really thought we were getting along. In some, sick...and twisted way, i believed you were telling the truth Rafe." My voice was deceiving. I may of sounded pissed at him, but deep down i was disappointed. So disappointed.

I didn't even care if i sounded dramatic right now. I take that shit seriously.

Is it that he needs to be under some sort influence whenever he was around me? Maybe it was the only way he could really tolerate me.

Although, his week of sobriety around me said otherwise.

Yet, here he was. On coke.

He knew full well i wasn't fond of it.

I mean, it's not like he had to listen or even care about what i thought of the drug.

But he didn't know the reason i didn't like it.

It wasn't as much people taking the drug, you sort of had to get use to that living on this island. It was more how it affected those taking it.

So, i guess i couldn't completely blame him. He had no idea of what that substance did to my family. Well, what was my already dysfunctional family that is.

He looked away from me. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sofia."

He really thought i was that stupid. Idiot.