One Of The Girls-Rafe Cameron

Chapter One

Standing in front of Tannyhill, I stared up at the horror house disguised by victorian architecture. Unlike the rest of the island, I knew what happened behind the walls. I knew the evil Ward possessed. Thanks to my sister, I had a perfect source of intel. Alice was best friends with Wheezie, who was an artist at eavesdropping. We all had our suspicions on the cut, but I was certain that Rafe Cameron murdered Sheriff Peterkin. We were there watching on the tarmac, Kiara was the one that got really heated when a Kook tried to say it was John B. I didn't have the guts to say anything, mostly because I had the slightest feeling we could have misinterpreted the situation.

After everything that had happened with John B and Sarah, our side of the island was suffering with grief. Kiara, was taking it the hardest, to be expected. I tried to be there for her as much as I could, but she spent the majority of her time with JJ and Pope. I get it. They were always closer to each other, I don't have the right to be jealous of their friendship anymore. It used to bother me that they left me out. She would hang out with me alone, and I was with the boys every once in a while, but it wasn't uncommon for me not to be invited. I always suspected Kiara to be somewhat territorial.

We became closer knit as a group when the whole treasure hunt started. I was there when it began, and I played a big part in every discovery. It made me realize why Kie was so protective over her friendships, they were practically family. It was nice to finally feel like a special part in that. But the last few weeks had been grim. We said our goodbyes to Sarah and John B by burning into a tree at the Chateau. Since then, I've kept to myself.

That's why I was always free to drive my sister around, like right now. I was leaning against the side of my little white sedan. It was cheap, what my parents thought I needed for my first car. My family were considered 'Pogues', but we were by no means poor. We weren't as wealthy as Kiara's family, but our moms were sisters, so they shared some generational wealth. That didn't mean we lived on figure eight; we lived in a nice-ish house on the cut.

Alice was really taking her time. She knew very well that I was here waiting for her. A few shouts caught my ear, hopefully to cure my boredom. Leaning towards the noise, I saw Ward and Rafe talking in the yard. It looked heated, not uncommon for them. It was when he started walking in my direction that my nerves acted up. I never knew what it was about Rafe Cameron that had me bend at his will at any given chance. Not that he ever really talked to me, I'm pretty sure I've always been invisible to him. The Pogues would never forgive me for even having a crush on the douchbag. Thankfully, my parents payed for my private schooling on figure eight with everything they could, so my friends weren't there to see my staring. That's when it happened after all, a stupid school girl crush when he was a senior and I was a freshman. That was two years ago, it was in the past.

He turned the corner and stood in front of me, stopping in his tracks when he noticed me and my car. His hands were holding his head, like he was in irritating thought, and I noticed the unrecovered cuts on his jaw. "What are you doing here?", he asked with a suspicious expression. It was clear that he thought I was here for him, fueling my suspicions. Even with the unfriendly tone, my cheeks blushed and I shifted as he looked at me. "Uh-I'm picking Alice up. She was hanging with Wheeze."

Rafe let out a 'hm' and walked through the glass doors, into his house. My eyes followed him as long as they could before he disappeared. I wanted nothing more than to follow him, to talk to him longer. Somethings wrong with me. I suspected he was a murderer, not to mention he was a plain player, yet I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about him.

To end my delusions, Alice finally came out, texting on her phone. "What took you so long?", I asked with annoyance. Thanks to her, I embarrassed myself. She just shrugged, ignoring me like always.