she has it all, he has nothing, but everything isn't as it seems.
Blythe St. James's parents are on her ass. she has to have perfect grades, perfect boyfriend, perfect body, perfect reputation. but after closely watching the pogues at a bonfire part...
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Blythe St. James was alone. Well not fully alone, more like she was lonely. She had the perfect life. She ended the school year with straight A's, she was dating the richest boy on the island, and her parents were extremely proud of her. Yet for some reason she couldn't seem to understand, she felt so deeply and utterly alone.
Maybe the emptiness she was feeling so recently was from all the nights she spent at dinner parties with her parents and their filthy rich friends instead of out with the other kids on the island, or maybe it was from all weed she was smoking on her roof late at night, or was it the fact that Blythe had no real friends.
sure, everyone on Figure Eight loved Blythe, all the girls envied her. They all wanted her silky brunette waves, her handsome boyfriend, her designer shoes. they would kiss her ass for the chance to just be seen with her. all the boys wanted to be with her, wanted to party with her, hookup with her, before she got with Rafe Cameron they followed her around like lost puppies, begging for just a wink. And all the adults wished their kids were just as 'perfect' as her.
but Blythe didn't have anyone she could confide in. she was cold, and closed off, and pushed away anyone who got too close, which was definitely part of the no friends problem. she would hang out with Sarah Cameron from time to time, but she was never close with her like the other girls were. She had a boyfriend, but she didn't fully trust him enough to open up, and she didn't know why.
So while Blythe and Rafe kissed in his bedroom that afternoon, she felt that lonely feeling at the back of her mind, keeping it hidden and pushed away. she sat, straddled on top of him, almost feeling like she was on autopilot, because her mind was somewhere else.
Rafe tugged on the straps of Blythe's tank top, but she swatted his hand away, really not in the mood to do anything more than just kiss.
but Rafe didn't get the hint, continuing to try and remove her top.
"Rafe, stop." she said in between kisses. but she wasn't sure he heard her.
"stop." she pushed herself off of him, pacing back and forth beside his bed. Rafe was stunned, his girlfriend isn't usually like this.
"what?" he asked, confused at Blythe's odd behavior.
Blythe took a breath, composing herself and sitting on the edge of the bed. she plastered a fake smile on her face.
Blythe wasn't great at handling stress. her jaw was always tense, neck was always hurting, and when she was feeling uncomfortable she needed to move. so she would pace until she calmed down.
"nothing sorry, i should really get going though." she said calmly getting off the bed, but Rafe swiftly pulled her back, placing a sweet gentle kiss on her lips.
