Love is just a game-Rafe Cameron/Pogue story

Chapter 11

I stayed on the boat with Rafe. I woke up to him brushing my hair with his hand.

I laid on his bare chest. My fingers wrapped around his fingers.

"Good morning," Rafe said.

"Morning," I replied.

I gave him a peck on the lips, then laid back down. I placed my hand on his chest. I rolled over on my side and grabbed my shorts.

I stood up and slid them on.

"I have to go meet up with the Pogues," I said.

"You're leaving me," Rafe joked.

I sat on the seat next to him. He put his hands on my waist. I slowly picked them off.

"When I get back, we can have all the fun we want," I insisted. I looked around on the floor for my shirt. "Where is my top?"

Rafe picked up his oversized t-shirt and held it in the air. "Here, take mine."

I went to go grab it, but he pulled it back further. Which made me fall on him.

I got back up and put his shirt on, then kissed him again.

"Happy?" I said.

"You can keep if you'd like."

"I think I will."

I walked off the boat and let him lay there.

I'm meeting up with the pogues at the dock to test the drone.

John B pretended to brush his teeth in front of the drone.

"What an idiot," I said.

"I guess this thing is handy," JJ said.

"Now we need to figure out if it will actually work in the marsh."

"I don't see why it wouldn't. I'm saying, that this drone is...about a hundred feet down. The boat in the marsh is a little further. What could go wrong?" Pope explained.

"It could corrupt."

"She got you there," JJ said.

"Hey look, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to the lawyer in town, and file a complaint," John B contributed.

"You can't just go to the floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up," Pope said.

"The rope is really long, if there's a storm today it can get pushed around. The drone can fall, which ruins our whole plan," I exposed.

"Now, we have to wait around for the weather...and today is not that day."

I looked above me and spotted dark clouds.

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Next day.

Rafe told me he would hang out with Topper today and talk to me later.

I was fine with that since I'll be with the Pogues all day.

I saw them walking on the beach, holding their boards. JJ and Pope were standing there, looking at Kie surfing.

Pope had a black eye and JJ looked fine from what I could tell.

"Oh my goodness! What happened?" I asked.

I rushed to Pope and checked on his bruise. He pushed my hands down.

"Your boy toy is what happened," Pope returned.

"No. That's not possible."

"Think about it! Rafe. The maniac that nobody likes. He's all of the sudden gone soft because of a girl?"

I looked at JJ. I drifted my gaze to the sand and ocean.

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Rafes house

I walked up to his house. "Rafe?" I shouted.

This time he was out on his balcony.

"I'll be right there!" Rafe yelled.

He rushed down the stairs and opened the front door.

I paused for a moment. "I noticed Pope had a black eye, you wouldn't know anything about that? Would you?" I ranted.

There was a bit of silence. I can tell that Rafe was getting angry, as his hands balled into a fist.

"That little punk," he said.

"That's what you think of him? You know Rafe, would did you expect when you started dating me?" I genuinely asked him.

Rafe shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a package deal. You want me, you get the Pogues. Ugh, why can't you ever get along with anyone?"

My body filled with anger. I couldn't handle it anymore. I didn't care anymore.

I slapped him to where it left a red print. I hope it stung.

"Don't talk to me again," I cried out. "We're done."

I ran away but then felt my body stop and break down. I felt a rush of pain....and sorrow.

As much as I wanted to hate Rafe, I knew deep down I couldn't. It's impossible to.