Love is just a game-Rafe Cameron/Pogue story

Chapter 8

I woke up at Rafe Cameron's house. Nothing crazy happened, that I know of.

I slept on his bed and he slept on the floor. I quietly got off of his bed and grabbed my sandals by the door. I picked them up and reached for the door. I slowly twisted the handle open and shut the door.

When I turned around, I locked eyes with Mr. Cameron.

I smiled brightly but also in a nervous way. I could feel my palms tighten and grow with sweat.

"It's not what it looks like," I said.

"Don't worry. I'll tell him you got sick.," Ward said.

He winked at me and then smiled.

I walked down the staircase, then I stopped to turn around.

"Really. It's not what it looks like," I assured.

Ward nodded at me. He walked into his office.

"O..kay," I said.

How could I let myself sleep at his house? I must have been so tired last night. I must have gotten carried away.

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I was at the Chateau with the boys..and Kie.

JJ was telling them the story about Mrs. Grubbs.

Every story I've ever heard come from JJ, has always been exaggerated, except this one. This one couldn't have been explained more accurately.

"And then we were right outside, like this," JJ said.

He imitated what happened.

"Bam, bam, bam. Knocking paint off the wall. And I'm just looking at them. Wait, first off...look at all this."

JJ shook him his head and played with his hair. White paint chips fell from his hair.

"That's dandruff," Kie stated.

"Look at all that. That's paint. At that point, I was just waiting for death," JJ admitted.

"Oh, ok. So you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" Pope asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Did you..did you get a good description of them? What they looked like," Pope wanted to know.

"Anything?" Kie asked.

"They look like the type of guys at Luke's garage," I admitted. I glanced over at JJ, as he nodded his head.

"These boys. These killers... they're square groupers," JJ announced.

"Square grouper, like a Pablo Escobar, square grouper?" Pope asked him.

JJ nodded his head.

"You guys, not everything is a king-pen movie," Kie noted.

"I would agree with you, if you said that about anything else. But he's telling the truth," I said.

"I can tell you that.. by the way Mrs. Lana was screaming, that these guys are serious," JJ claimed.

"Why would anyone want the compass? It's a piece of crap. You couldn't pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to," Pope said.