They were inseparable, best friends from the mere age of seven. Where did it all go wrong?
Amelia and Rafe.
Rafe and Amelia.
One never seen without the other at their side.
"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘈 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶...
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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
The party is in full swing, not an inch of the Roberts home left empty. Drunk teenagers completely cramming up the entire house.
I feel anger begin slowly bubbling up inside of me every time someone bumps into me, my patience wearing dangerously thin as I grip onto my bottle tightly.
"Jesus Christ" a girl behind me mutter as she knocks into me, making me take in a sharp breath.
"Watch it" I bark, not able to hold in my irritation anymore.
"Maybe don't stand in the way of everyone asshole" the girl snaps back, making my eyes go wide with rage as I turn my head to confront them.
"What did you just-" I begin, clenching my jaw as if to stop myself from shouting at some random drunk chick.
My anger disappears as soon as it appeared when I see her.
Amelia stares back at me, completely dumbfounded, blinking in what seems to be shock.
"Oh. It's you" she mutters.
Her voice.
God, her voice.
Jesus Christ you idiot, say something! She's going to walk away!
My lips separate as I attempt to muster up something, anything to say.
That is until I see that derelict Pogue behind her, watching our interaction with a look of amusement on his face.
She doesn't want to you. She chose him.
"Watch where you're going next time" I growl at her, before turning back around.
A twinge of regret hits me as I turn away from her, my heart is thudding painfully against my chest.
Why did you have to choose him Nelly? What does he have that I don't?
With clenched fists I hastily make my way over to Kelce, urgently needing something to take the edge off.
Something to dull the aching sensation in my chest.
"Yo. I need a bump" my voice coming out a lot rougher than intended as I grip onto his shoulder.
"Got you man" he replies with a drunken smile, before discreetly slipping a small plastic bag in my hand.
"Thanks" I grumble before pushing past anyone in my way, my mouth practically watering at the thought of inhaling the drugs gripped tightly in the palm of my hand.
I make my way up the stairs, shaking the handle of the bathroom door impatiently.
"Fuck" I mutter under my breath before pacing over to Caiden's room. Of course my plan comes to a halt when I open the door to see a couple aggressively making out on his bed.
