WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Seven (Rafe)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Rafe

What my old man doesn't know won't hurt him. I went to Barry to try to move some product for him to earn the money back for the generator. Throwing a party tonight is the best opportunity to move that product and earn double the money and pocket as much as I can without Barry even knowing it.

He took my bike as collateral and gave me his shitty bike to use until I bring him the cash for the snow. I guess it's a fair deal but it fucking sucks that now I'm stuck with a bike that's literally falling apart when I just bought a brand new one.

Rose gave me a weird look when I unloaded it off Sarah's friend's boat. She also gave me an ever stranger look when she caught me staring at Alana's ass in her denim shorts that are just a little bit too short.

What can I say though? You put an ass like that in front of me you can't expect me to look away. Especially not with a set of hips that sway the way hers do. If she wasn't Sarah's friend I'd be all over that girl like a bee on honey but her being Sarah's friend and a Pogue makes her completely off limits.

Unless I get absolutely fucking trashed tonight. Then I might try to make a move but knowing Sarah she'll keep that girl locked the fuck away from me. I don't blame her if she does. It's already messy and complicated because of her and Topper.

Dad and Rose went off for the weekend to who the fuck knows where, probably somewhere with AC that isn't running off a generator. The moment they leave Sarah kicks into gear by helping move the beers and booze from the garage to the coolers and her friend helps too but after about an hour of them complaining that they need to "get ready" I tell them to get the fuck out of my way and go to try to look less homeless.

Sarah threw some weird sponge ball thing at me and her friend flipped me off. Now all I can hear even from the deck is their music blasting and nearly breaking the speakers Sarah has in her room.

This goes on for another two hours and neither of them come out of Sarah's room until there's already twenty people wandering my house looking for drinks and snacks and drugs. I'm outside bumping a few lines since I've already earned back the cash for it anyways off my fellow Figure Eighters.

Sarah's friend comes outside and she's without Sarah which is really fucking strange. I watch as she tries to talk to people and they all shut her own. She may be dressed like a Kook with clothes from Sarah's closet but she's a Pogue and everyone here can smell it in her blood. She's not one of us and she shouldn't be here at all.

I take a swig of my beer to get the taste out from the back of my throat after my last bump and I scoot over on the outdoor sofa. Patting on the cushion. "Routledge." I say loud enough for her to hear me over the music and chatter. "Come."

Her arms must be permanently glued to each other the way she always has them crossed and folded over her chest. "I'm not a dog, Rafe Cameron."

"Sit with me..." My eyes are already burning and starting to get a little blurry from the high that's settling in. "Avocado?"

She sits down and shakes her head. "You're so lame."

"I'm not the one who made up a magic word to use instead of please."

"That was a one-time thing because I was fucking with you, idiot." She sighs and takes a long pause. Staring at the table with horror in her eyes. "What is that?"

"You want a bump, Routledge?"

Princess of the Pogues shakes her head and looks like she's going to hurl her guts out as she stares at the white powder on the table neatly in lines. I notice she's not even using a plastic cup like everyone else either, she's just drinking a can of soda.

"You put vodka in that?"

"I don't drink." She replies quickly. "I don't like anything like that."

"You don't smoke weed either?"

Another shake of her head. "No... I don't like it. I don't like how any of it makes me feel. Clearly you enjoy it though."

"Only once in a while." A lie.

I could do this all day everyday if I wouldn't get my ass tossed into the marsh by my old man. When I'm not in my own mind I'm my happiest. All the bad memories and regrets float away into the sky or sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Sarah's friend shifts uncomfortably and sips from her can before her eyes fall onto me as I lean back, my arm stretched over the back of the couch. "Where's Sarah?"

"She went for a walk on the beach with Topper."

I nod. "You want to go for one too?"

Her eyebrow cocks up and her face twists with disgust. "I'm all set. Actually, I think I'm going to go back inside now."

"Whatever."

Watching her get up and walk back into the house is painful because everything is mixing in my veins now and clouding my better judgement. If my legs hadn't already started to feel like they might betray me I'd get up and follow her and just keep talking to her.

Something about this mixture tonight is giving me this weird confidence when it comes to her, I don't even like the girl like that. I think part of me just wants to shove it in Sarah's face that I can fuck her friends too just like how she pretty much told me to fuck off and deal with it when it came to her fucking around with Topper. Another part of me wants to fuck this girl to rub it in John B's face that his own sister will betray him and their kind and take Kook cock instead of sticking with the Pogues like she should.

But another part of me finds her suddenly so interesting. Most girls would have thrown themselves at the opportunity to sit next to me and drink and do a line with me on my dime. Especially would have thrown themselves extra hard if I'd asked them to take a walk with me down on the beach too.

Topper comes back and looks a hot mess. "You good?"

"No." He stares at the table and has the same reaction as Sarah's friend. "What the fuck, Rafe?"

"Listen, just do a little. One line, and then you'll feel great. Promise."

Topper pauses for only a moment, just a slight hesitation before he goes right for it. I get up and make my way back into the house. I see Sarah and her friend high tailing it upstairs. The only logical thing for me to do now is just to shut it all down.

It takes about an hour for everyone to fully clear out. The mess I'll worry about in the morning.

The shower is running but quickly turning off by the time I get upstairs. My room is directly next to the bathroom and Sarah's room is down the hall, while there's a guest room across from me.

After less than two minutes I see Sarah's friend with her hair down and completely wet and wearing a big shirt that drops down to her knees rushing with a pile of clothes in her hands toward Sarah's room, staying in there a few minutes before she goes toward the guest room.

I watch her go in there with just her phone and using that as a flashlight. By the time I make it to the doorway of my room that looks directly into the guest room she's already closed the door and probably gotten into bed.

Sarah comes down the hallway and sees me staring at the shut door.

"Alana's sleeping there tonight so do me a favor and leave her alone." Sarah wipes her eyes like she'd been crying about something. "If I find out you make her uncomfortable I will literally kill you, Rafe."

"No worries here." I lie. "I wouldn't touch that girl even if you paid me."