WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Six (Alana)

CHAPTER SIX

Alana

Rafe throws his hands into the air after putting his helmet onto the seat of his bike. "Sarah, what the fuck? I've been calling and texting you-"

"You called once when you were leaving your friend's house and texted me when you were up the road. We were walking outside as you pulled up." Sarah argues.

"And your friend has keys in her hand?" Rafe points out the obvious.

Sarah nods. "Yeah, I was going to call you and tell you that we're taking her boat back to Tannyhill. So..."

"So?" Rafe scoffs. "The moment you made the choice to take that boat you should have texted me. I'm not a taxi service, Sarah and I don't have all the time in the world to be riding around looking for you or waiting on you. I'm not your chauffer. I'm your brother."

"I know and I'm sorry-"

"Yet here we are."

"She said she's sorry." I cut in even though I really shouldn't. But my blood is still boiling from JJ and unfortunately this guy is going to catch the shit end of that stick. "If you're so worried about your stupid bike, put the ugly thing on my boat and I'll drive all of us to Tannyhill."

He sneers at me. "I'm not letting some bitch I don't know drive a boat."

I throw the keys at him and at the last minute he catches them. "Then you drive."

Sarah looks at me dumbfounded. Rafe kicks the stand up from his bike and grumbles as he wheels it down the dock and toward the boat. As Rafe was loading his bike onto the dock, Sarah whispered in my ear.

"That's not the bike he rode here on... And totally not the one he blew the generator money on." She and I both know something happened at the friend's house he went to and I know Sarah Cameron better than I know myself. She's going to figure it the fuck out.

I sit down in the captain's seat of the boat and Rafe motions with his hand for me to get up without even looking at me. He never looks at me and if he does it's a blink and you'll miss it moment. His face might be turned to me but his eyes will look down or look to the side. Right now his entire head is turned to look out to the water instead of at me.

"What's the magic word, Rafe Cameron?" I tease him.

He says nothing.

"Rafe Cameron, what's the magic-"

"Please." He grunts. "Now get up, Routledge."

"Ah, so you suddenly know me now?" I watch as Rafe runs his hand over his mouth and then breathes heavily. Still not even looking at me. "Did you pull the anchor?"

He nods. "Yep, so I need you to move so I can drive this fucking piece of-"

"Watch it, Rafe Cameron." I cross my arms and lean back in the seat. "My boat. My rules. And right now I don't like that you haven't said the magic word."

Loudly, Rafe sighs. "I said please."

"That's not the magic word."

"Routledge."

"Rafe Cameron."

"Stop saying my full name, holy fuck." He stands in front of me while I sit and he starts up the boat. Turning the wheel and almost elbowing me in the face in the process. "You are so fucking annoying, you're worse than Sarah."

Sarah is sitting on the bench a few feet way and she leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs and she raises a brow and feigns offense. "Excuse me? I didn't do anything."

"You made me bring you to your little friend's house and then made me come get you. You could have invited her over or better yet just stayed home and not put me in this position. You always have to get your fucking way, Sarah."

"You shouldn't talk to your sister like that."

Rafe turns and I think he's going to look at me but he looks past me. "You don't know me, Routledge. You don't know me or my family the way you think you do."

"Oh? Are you about to you know nothing Jon Snow me?"

Sarah's asshole of a brother scoffs and raises his hands in confusion. "I don't even know what the fuck that means."

The sound of Sarah Cameron swallowing somehow managed to be louder than the engine of the boat itself. Rafe turned to look at her with a glare and she brought herself to look at me while I sat there with my arms crossed.

"He doesn't know stuff like that." Sarah said while clearly fighting the urge to vomit all over us. "Rafe doesn't... He doesn't do television or anything-"

"You're such a fucking liar, Sarah." Rafe argues. "I watch television."

"You watch weird shit."

"Oh I'm sooooo weird because I enjoy watching sports? Sometimes the news? Or medical documentaries? You know what, Sarah, don't come crying to me when you think you might have appendicitis."

Sarah scoffed and tossed her hands up in the air. "Rafe, this is why you have no friends. You're the rudest and yet the most boring person I seemingly have ever encountered my entire existence."

I used to think that John B and I got into some stupid fights but watching Sarah and her brother argue over literally anything and everything has got to be the most entertaining and yet most concerning time of my life.

Rafe continues to steer the boat and complain under his breath that I won't get up from the seat and let him sit there. Sarah and I find it best to ignore his grumbling and muttering and just continue on with our girl talk.

Which consists of still laughing over Pope calling poison control over swallowing a bead, what we're going to do to our hair for the party tonight, what we should wear and if we should coordinate, and if we plan to sleep outside on the boat or up in Sarah's room.

A loud grunt comes from the temporary captain of the boat who looks down at my legs and then plops himself down into my lap. I kick to try to get him off of me and when I look at Sarah she shouts at Rafe, "Excuse me? You sat on Alana."

Rafe leans back further into me. The smell of his clearly expensive cologne fills my nose and I choke on the strength and potency of it. The smell of it stronger than the time JJ and Pope decided to make flame throwers from cans of cheap men's body spray that JJ stole from the dollar store.

He doesn't get up and he still doesn't even look at me. At this point speaking directly to me is like pulling teeth which I hate as well. Maybe he also had to get a tooth pulled as a kid and that's why he's so stubborn.

"Rafe Cameron, get off me!" I try to shove him but he laughs. "I am dead serious, Rafe Cameron!"

"What's the magic word?" He says as he turns down the channel toward Tannyhill.

"Please."

He chuckles. "You said please isn't the magic word. So tell me what the magic word actually is and I'll get up."

"Are you serious?" I scoff and he adjusts himself deeper into my thighs. "You can't be serious."

"Your legs will go numb in a matter of minutes and then you'll complain that you can't get up at all. Magic word or legs like jell-o. The choice is yours, Routledge."

I grumble. "The magic word is Avocado."

Rafe stands up and laughs. "Avocado? Really?"

"Say it again and with kindness and I'll get off this seat for you." Rafe does just as I say.