One Of The Girls-Rafe Cameron

Chapter 4

I traced Kelce up his stairs until we stood in front of his bedroom door. When he opened it, my nose was filled with the smell of weed. Standing in the doorway, there were a couple people from school sitting on the floor, Kelce's bed, and some bean bag chairs. There was a couch, where Rafe sat with a little blonde girl next to him. At least they weren't touching. I could do this. I didn't know the girl, that helped a bit. I was pathetic for being affected by him so much, he barely knew me at all.

There was a small table in front of the couch, where Rafe was making lines. I've never done cocaine, but at this point my body was in control of my brain. I didn't know if I could stop myself from trying to impress him. Oh god, I've been standing here for so long it's getting weird.

I walked as steadily as I could, if I tripped I would surely pass away from embarrassment. I could feel eyes on me as I took slow motion steps. Kelce went to sit on his bed with his girlfriend, Josie. In a moment of boldness, I turned my head to see the armrest next to Rafes spot. Eyeing it, I took a seat. It might have been my drunk confidence, but I swore he was staring at me. The girl sitting next to him went to kneel on the carpet, in front of the table. Rafe leaned back into the couch, he had just finished organizing a few lines.

I couldn't stop myself from watching him as he moved back, staring right into his eyes. His pretty blue eyes were almost fully black from his pupils, he was definitely at least a few lines deep. His head turned to me, and he looked at me for a few seconds.

"Don't think I haven't noticed." he whispered. My heartbeat quickened, I was about to be massacred. What if this was a trap to prank me or something? I looked around the room quickly, then back to him. "What?" I whispered back. He rolled his eyes, staring out in front of him. "You've been watching me all night, it's pathetic." he let out a breathy laugh after he spoke. My stomach dropped. This was it. He finally noticed and was about to ruin my life.

I tried to stand up, but his hand landed on my thigh, pushing me back down onto the armrest. I felt like I was about to cry. My crush of three years just called me pathetic, in front of so many people. Granted, they were probably all too high to register anything. "It's okay, I don't mind." his tone contradicted his words. He sounded annoyed. At me. "Here, want a bump?" he scooped a dot of powder onto the back of his hand and held it up to my face. I looked between him and the drug, contemplating.

With the alcohol and weed primarily controlling my decisions, I lightly grabbed his hand and snorted the substance. I lingered, touching him felt electric. I coughed when an uncomfortable feeling swarmed my face and head. He just laughed up at me, wrapping his arm around my waist to rest on my thighs. I looked down at his arm, so muscular and veiny. I couldn't stop myself from touching it. His skin was so hot, and I felt him tense at my light touch.

"Do you know my name?" I whispered, not looking at him. I couldn't handle him forgetting this interaction. Rafe stood up from the couch, withdrawing his skin from mine. I almost groaned at the loss of contact. He stood closely, towering over me while I still sat on the armrest. "Daphne...I-uh-I gotta get home. Want a ride?"

I started to think my brain was playing a sick trick on me. This was something I fantasized about when I was bored in class. I nodded hastily, my lips parted, my eyes gazing into his. Then he started walking out the door, I almost fell trying to catch up with him. I followed him all throughout the house, until we were outside. He looked back to see if I was still there when we reached his car. At this point I could barely see, and I was cursing myself for not being able to stare at him properly.

Rafe walked around to the passenger side with me, opened the door, and shut it after I struggled to get inside. We were silent the whole car ride to the cut, besides him asking for directions. I would have to pick my car up tomorrow. When we stopped at my house, he put his truck in park and turned to me. I almost fainted when he grabbed my face, pulling me close to him over the console. Inches apart, he never closed the gap. "How long have you had a crush on me?" he asked. I swallowed.

His hand dropped from my face to my thigh, holding me to the angle we were at. "Who told you?" I replied. His eyes scanned my face, his thumb rubbed up and down. I could feel my panties soaking at the simple touch. "That's not what I asked."

"Three years." I breathed, my eyes narrowed on his lips. It was as if he commanded me, and I had no willpower to disobey him. Suddenly I felt my mind take over, and I completely pulled away from him. I sat for a split second before I hastily opened the truck door and slid out. I felt a tear run down my cheek against my will, I didn't even know why I was crying. I didn't hear anything from Rafe as I walked inside my house.