Pretty When You Cry ୨୧ Rafe Cameron

five

Isla felt the warm sun peaking through the blinds onto her eyes. For a moment, she had no clue where she was as she adjusted to being awake—and extremely hungover. She turned her head to see Rafe Cameron asleep on the opposite side of the bed, with his pants from earlier still on, but his shirt off, revealing those abs she talked about the previous time she was intoxicated.

She remembered him taking her there now, it was a little fuzzy but it definitely happened. She sat on the side of the bed, taking in Rafe's bedroom. It was messy, but still somehow clean. She figured that was thanks to the maid and not him.

She decided she needed to get out before he woke up, she just had to figure out how. The bedroom had a window, which led to the roof. She could just go out the window, and climb down. She could die in the process, or get caught, but it still seemed safer than walking through the Cameron household. She opened the window slowly and carefully and climbed out onto the roof.

Rafe woke up, seeing her mid-escape-plan. He laughed and headed over to the window, looking out at her.

'Leaving so soon?'

Isla's cheeks went red. Well this was embarassing. She looked back at Rafe, who was leaning on the windowsill yawning. He was still shirtless, which sent a little flutter to her stomach for whatever reason.

'Yeah.'

'Well you better hurry up then,' Rafe started, looking down at the watch on his wrist, 'cus my dad's flight landed a half hour ago so he'll be coming home any moment now. Wouldn't want him to catch a pogue on the roof.'

'Yeah, I'll uh, go now. Thanks for whatever that was,' She said hesitantly, climbing down and running through the lawn until she reached the road of figure eight. Time for the long walk home.

Rafe watched her go. He had planned to talk to her before she left, just because he was nosy as to why exactly she got so drunk and why she was so upset. He thought she owed him that considering she could've drowned.

When Isla got in the door of the Chateau, her brother wrapped his arms around her almost immediately.

'Dude I thought you died or something, we all did.'

'I'm fine, just hungover.'

'Where the hell did you go last night?' JJ asked.

'Walked down the beach a bit too far.'

'Well we couldn't find you. Where'd you go after that?'

'It's a long story.' Isla said, not wanting to explain that she just spent the night at Tannyhill.

'Ok now I have to know, where the hell were you?' Pope joined the conversation.

'Don't say anything. Got it?'

JJ did a motion to say he's zipping his mouth shut, the others just listened intently.

'Um, well I got like really, really, wasted, like even for me. And I, well, Rafe Cameron found me basically letting the tide take me out.'

'And what does that mean?' Kiara screwed up her face.

'He took me back to his, um, Tannyhill. I was blacked out.'

'You slept at Rafe Cameron's house??' John B yelled.

'And where exactly in his house did you sleep?' Pope questioned further, raising one eyebrow.

'Yeah, Isla, where did you sleep exactly?' JJ added, seeming pissed off.

'His, well, um.. bed,' Isla admitted, 'but it was a king so it was like basically two different beds.'