𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬? | rafe cameron

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗

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"I'm sorry, you're staying where?" Kie questioned. As my droopy eyes trailed her as she grabbed a tray of drinks. I could feel the tears behind my eyes, just thinking of last night.

We're currently at The Wreck. After everything that happened with Rafe, after everything he said last night.

After he sobbed.

After I bloody sobbed.

I needed time to think. And though he was against it— and still is. I managed to slip from his ring fingered grip, slipping away.

Tears were still wet on my lashes as I rode my motorcycle from the sand, to home. Until I saw JJ's rapid texts and missed calls.

John b got hurt. And although I'm still angered at him. I still love him— like a brother. But he's okay, now. And I see no need to bring it up, to make the whole mood shift.

"Tannyhill." John B answered, knocking me out of thought, as he shrugged. And I resist the urge to still at his words.

Tannyhill?

My eyes stayed on Kiara as she resisted to look at Jb, a look of confusion and anger laced on her face.

"So, you're living with Sarah Cameron?" Kie questioned him almost offensively. And John b began twisting in his chair, walking towards us as we sat at the circular shaped table.

This is all mad.

"Okay, look, the only reason I'm living there is because her dad bailed me out, alright?" He tried to insure us.

But something inside of me wasn't buying it. It was as if it was in the pit of my stomach, and wouldn't go away.

"And it's way better than foster care, which, by the way, is where I was about to go if Ward didn't—" John B began to explain himself to us before Pope sighed.

"Hey, so do you have a membership to the clubs now?" Pope questioned, leaning back on his chair across from me, his hands behind his head.

I resist the urge to laugh, even in the midst of my own thoughts— that are running wild.

I glanced up at JJ. Who had his side leaned up against the side of my chair— almost protectively. And I watched as his jaw slightly flexed every time John b spoke.

He hasn't left my side sense I came to The Wreck. And I don't want him to.

"I don't know, Pope." John B groaned. Whilst finally taking a seat beside Pope. And I moved my eyes away from JJ as Kiara started to set our drinks down onto the table.

Kiara. She has been also stuck by my side, not even close to as much as JJ. But she has been defensive anytime someone even so much as talks to me.

And by someone, meaning; John b.

"What about those little golf cart's they drive around in? You' get one of them?" JJ asked, almost tauntingly. And I let a small smile inch on my lips involuntarily.

I hear John b let out a weary sigh. And I could feel his eyes on me, as if he was begging me to say something to him—to talk.

"Does it come with a sweater-vest, or do you have to buy one on your own?" Pope questioned curiously.

Pope, he has been interrogating John b about everything.

Adorable.

I clasp my hands together under the table, twisting my ring. "P, you know I have a membership. I could always let you use it." I said softly.