✰ 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲

☆ 𝐈

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 hadn't interacted with Kiara, the culprit of his many sleepless nights, for a solid 2 years. Exept the occasional scowl, eye roll or whisper to her shitty ass friends when he's around, they hadn't spoke.
He stands with his 4-week girlfriend, beer in hand and staring at her from across the room. He was pretty stoned at the moment, his mind fogged with alcohol and cocaine, but he knew for sure that Kie looked pretty damn hot. He couldn't even remember why they broke up in the first place when she looked like that. His head snaps to one of his friends, James, as he mutters into his ear. "Yo, isn't that your ex?"

"Yeah." Rafe mutters and takes a sip of his beer, not moving his eyes away from her. The way her small denim shorts hugged her figure, the way her lips fold around her joint and the way the smoke tumbles out of her mouth made him feel a gush of possession for her. She wasn't with her pouge friends right now. She was all alone, smoking in the corner, and fuck, she was hot. "Yeah." He repeats for his own minds sake.

"Y'know if she's single or not?" James smirks a little. Rafes free fist clenched into a tight ball, his fingernails digging into his skin. h

"You're after Kie?" Rafe says bluntly, sipping his drink, and glaring at James.

"Worth a shot, you know?" James replies, taking a drag of a cigarette and blowing it into the air. God, this guy infuriated Rafe so much.

"She's not exactly.." He doesn't take his eyes off her. "...Available. She said she's taking a break from dating shit." He laughs bitterly. "She's not really manageable either. She can be a bit of a bitch, don't let her looks fool you."

"Whatever man." Topper murmurs. "You just don't want James all over her."

"Shut the hell up, Topper." Rafe growls, sighing and taking his arm from around his girlfriend, Cassie. Decisively downing the remnants of whatever was in his glass, he pulls out his phone. Mere seconds later, Kie's pocket buzzes from across the party.

She frowns and pulls out her phone, her eyes scanning the texts.

hey

the message reads.

miss you

Simple, concise, and gets the point across. Typical Rafe. Her eyes meet Rafe's through the crowds of people dancing and drunk off their asses, and Rafe nods towards his moterbike— an unmistakable invitation.

"I'm heading out." He says off-handedly to his friends, slamming his bottle down. Their questions and comments are blurred out in the background. He was too drunk or high to care. He heads towards Kie, waving casually as if they were old friends. "Hey." He mutters, stopping in front of her, recklessly and obviously checking her out.

"Hey." She responds, looking him up and down, taking in his new appearance. Slicked back hair, bloodshot eyes, generally dull and intimidating aura... he wasn't the same. "What do you want?"

"You." He responds with a sly grin. "Just you." He trails his fingers up her arms, his fingertips brushing softly against her skin. Kie politely brushes his fingers away from her arm, making him feel a small pang of disappointment, but he masks it with his cocky grin. "Listen Kie..." He says, leaning close
to her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "I've been thinking about you non stop. You've been on my mind for every second of these years.." His arms snake around her waist, the feeling familiar and foreign at the same time. They still fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces. "Let me take you out." He whispers. "To the beach. 5 o'clock tomorrow."

Kie hesitates, but finally agrees. "Fine."

Rafe laughs against her skin and kisses softly beneath her ear, which makes her breath catch in her throat. He knew all her sweet spots. He knew her body so well. "I'll see you then." He whispers against her neck, biting her earlobe gently before pulling away from her and smirking. Kie gazes after him. What the fuck did she just agree to?

Rafe chuckles softly as he walks away and back to his friends. "Hey, erm, Cassie?" He approaches her and she smiles.

"Yeah?" She gazes up at him reaching to hold his hand. Rafe snatches it away.

"I erm. We gotta break up. Sorry." He kisses her head. He couldn't care less about her reaction to be honest. Every girl he dated after Kiara was more of a distraction and someone to fuck for free to him.

She must have said something along the lines of: 'What, why?', but Rafe wasn't really listening. He grabs a bill and slams it onto the desk to pay for his and his friend's drinks, then leaves the country club with a smug smile on his face. He's gonna get Kie back, whether she likes it or not.

★

Kie was utterly stunned. She had agreed to meet up with her ex. Not just any ex, Rafe motherfucking Cameron. She genuinely thought she was stronger than that. She thought she had some pride and self worth to reject the bastard and leave. But the way his voice pulled on her, the way his hands felt on her body, she couldn't help but miss him.
Yes, he'd changed. He was such a dick now, but she felt like maybe his old self was still there somewhere. Fuck. Kie sighs and finishes her joint, putting it out on the wall and flicking the end across the room into the crowd. Well, there's no turning back now. She was having a mental war in her mind. She hated him, but at the same time, she loved him. She knew how fucked up he was at the moment, everyone's been spreading rumours that he's a diagnosed psychopath now. Maybe she could help him. Maybe she could make him better. Maybe she could bring the old Rafe back.

(lmao i'm so sorry if this was cringe 💀
tysm for reading! riara is an unpopular ship so i hope my books still get recognition.)

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