𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 || RAFE CAMERON

022

Gianna was suddenly awaken by a sound of rummaging through... things.

She rubbed her eyes, leaning over toward the bedside table to check the time on her phone, only being able to make out the number 5 on the screen.

Recognizing her surroundings, and the unmistakable smell of his cologne, she remembered the previous night.

Leaving Marisa's place, getting to the Cameron's, having a maximum thirty word interaction with Rafe before getting into bed with him.

And, truthfully, she wished she could at least say she felt disgusted with herself.

But she didn't.

Her rage-infused thoughts about her mother would dissipate- evaporate into thin air when she was with him. Perhaps because her mind was occupied when Rafe was around. Too busy focusing on him and the way he'd touch her. Focusing on the way he'd made her feel.

And as she currently did focus on him, who quickly changed his clothes and grabbed a few other things she couldn't make out due to the lack of light, her brows knitted together.

She couldn't examine the expression on his face, which normally made it easier to deduce the things going through his mind. But in that moment, he was nothing but a towering figure cloaked by darkness.

She sat up on the bed, groggily so. "What're you doing?" Her voice felt like sandpaper as she spoke.

Rafe stood up straight, wiping away at his nose, sending a shock of anxiety through her."Listen, uhm. I need to help my dad with something." He spoke slowly. "It's probably best if you leave."

Gianna was at the least baffled by his words.

"What?"

Her lack of comprehension and agility to leave his bedroom agitated the honey-blonde boy. "You need to leave, Gianna. I probably won't be back for a few hours so there's no reason for you to be hanging around here."

Gianna's mouth slightly parted. "It's five in the morning, Rafe-"

Rafe huffed, placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "I don't have time for this, alright? I need to go."

Humiliation rapidly poured into Gianna, watching as the boy walked out of his room, leaving Gianna in his bed wearing his shirt.

She pressed the heels of her hand against her eyes, rubbing away the tiredness in her, but was left unlucky.

Not that you could blame her, the sun was just beginning to rise and she had gone to bed late, busy with other activities.

She felt used. Used and discarded like a piece of garbage thrown into the trash after fulfilling its purpose.

Rafe had practically begged her to come over to his house last night, made her leave her best friend for him and now he was kicking her to the curb.

He might as well have spit in her face, and oh how she wanted to scream in his.

But his sudden leave made no room for arguing, the only option being for her to yell at the walls. But Gianna wasn't crazy. At least not that crazy.

She scoffed, grabbing her things from the ground and her phone from the bedside table, muttering rage-filled words to herself silently, all of them directed to Rafe.

She put on her pair of shorts, leaving the rest in her hands.

The scene was the same every time: messed up hair, a much too large shirt from Rafe's closet, shoes in one hand, almost-dead phone in the other. But this time, everything else seemed to be paired with a heavy amount of embarrassment.