Love is just a game-Rafe Cameron/Pogue story

Chapter 14

It was early in the morning. I had just woken up in someone's bed.

I looked around me and saw pink floral covered sheets. There were pictures of Sarah all over the room.

I got off the bed and looked for my clothes. I was wearing someone else's t-shirt.

I bent down and looked under the bed for my dress, but it wasn't there.

I heard the door crack open. I lifted my head to meet eyes with Rafe.

I grabbed onto the bed sheet and pulled myself up. I crossed my arms and just stood there. I nibbled on my nail.

"Did you do this?" I asked Rafe. I put my hands on the shirt and pulled it out some.

Rafe held up my dress. I looked up at it. I walked over to him and tried to grab it out of his hands, but he pulled it back.

"Believe it or not, but nothing happened," he said.

I snatched the dress out of his hands. "I didn't even sleep with you, and you still managed to get me out of clothes."

I looked back at him. He had a slight smoke on his face. "Thank you, I guess," I said.

He nodded his head. "That's what friends are for," he said.

"Friends?" I questioned. "I could be fine with that."

I reached for the door knob. Rafe moved to the side for me. "Nothing happened?" I asked him again.

He shook his head. "Believe me, you'd still be lying in bed right now," he smirked.

I pushed him a little. "You're a pig," I joked.

"No, um...Sarah thought it would be best if you just slept here, last night," He confirmed.

"What did my mom say?" I asked him.

"She thought it was a good idea," he replied. "She wanted you and Sarah to make up."

I stared at the floor then slowly gazed my eyes to his eyes. "So where is she now?"

I walked out the door and Rafe followed behind me.

"John B's," He responded.

I nodded my head. I folded my dress in my arms and walked down the stairs.

Rafe opened the front door for me. I smiled at him, one more time behind leaving.

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I opened my house door and walked in. I closed the door behind me.

I went to my room and threw my dress in the laundry basket. I jumped on my bed and just laid there on my stomach.

I heard my door open even more. I shifted my body to the right.

My mom stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. I sat up against my pillows and put my shirt over my bent legs.

My mom walked into my room completely. She sat down at the bottom of my bed. "I ran into Sarah this morning," she spoke, calmly.

I looked down at my covered legs.

"She said she stayed at John B's last night. Given the fact you're not wearing your dress, I assume you borrowed someone else's," she guessed. "Particularly a boys."

I looked up at her to try to get her to understand. I would never go behind her back. I love my mom too much for that.

But saying I can't see someone, is heartbreaking.

"I know you don't like him, mom. But I love him. Even if we are over, I will still love him," I admitted.

I kneeled down in front of my mom. I placed my hands on hers.

"Honey, I know. You found love young, just like I did. And that was my mistake," she said.

"Are you saying you wouldn't marry dad?" I asked her, equably.

She shook her head. "Of course not. I'm just saying...I would give it all back just to enjoy my teenage years."

I nodded my head. "I get it, mom. I do. And I am enjoying my teen years. Ive had the Pogues for years.  They've been wonderful to me."

She smiled at me. "I had a friend group just like yours," she said.

I smiled, as she told me her story.

"My best friend..."