❝𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮...❞
When (y/n) (y/l/n) suddenly cross paths with the enigmatic Kook Prince, Rafe Cameron, she quickly discovers that the shameful rumors swirling around him hold a grain of truth...
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༻✧༺ CHAPTER SEVEN ༻✧༺
WHILE RAFE WASworking out with Topper and Kelce, I was lying in his bed, my head propped up on multiple pillows as I found myself reading one of the few books in his room.
In about an hour or so Rafe's supposed to come by to pick me up and take to that outdoors movie thing.
So I should probably get off my ass to go get ready—but then again, I don't have my own clothes here. For the last couple of days I've been borrowing a few garments of clothing from both Sarah and Rose—just because no ones been home for a while.
Getting out from under the warm covers I stood up, walking towards the door to leave the room I've grown slightly attatched to during my stay here.
Just then, a familiar voice was heard, sounded like they were talking to someone on the phone. Ward Cameron. What the hell is he doing here?! Rafe said him, Wheezie and Rose wouldn't be back before the end of the week.
I immediately went back into Rafe's room, closing the door as quietly as possible as I waited for him to pass by. I could feel my heart rate increase at the sound of his footsteps growing louder and louder, until they eventually faded away.
Finally in the clear—at least I hope so—I opened the door again, releasing a relieved breath I didn't even notice I was holding in.
Only four steps forward I halt, frozen in the middle of the hallway as my gaze met Sarah Cameron's, the Routledge kid standing right behind her with wide eyes.
"Did (y/n) (y/l/n) just sneak out of your brother's room..?" I heard the boy ask Sarah while leaning forward to whisper. He's s horrible whisperer.
"I can hear you." I muttered, resting my hands on my hips as I narrowed my eyes on him.
"I know how this looks, (y/n).. Just please don't tell anyone about this, especially Topper—" Sarah rambled, her voice slightly strained.
"My lips are sealed if yours are." I uttered quickly before she could tell me the whole story. I couldn't help but smile as Sarah put her fingers up to her mouth, pretending to zip her lips closed.
I moved out of the way so the two of them could walk passed me and into the room they were meaning to enter, gently closing the door behind them.
With another sigh, I continued over to the stairs while—out of impulse—deciding that leaving right now would probably be the smartest decision, just to make sure no one else will me here and start blabbering their mouths.
