The Fine Line - Rafe Cameron

Chapter Three

Early the next morning, Sarah had texted Alexandra, letting her know she was coming over to help pick out their outfits for Midsummers. It was their favorite time of the year, and they loved any excuse to dress up and get drunk.

Sarah rummaged through Alexandra's closet, always treating it like her own personal shopping mall.

"No... no... absolutely not... not my color... hell no... and definitely not," she muttered, pushing each hanger aside. Finally, she spotted a long white dress and held it up triumphantly. "Absolutely."

Alexandra laughed, sitting back and watching Sarah's excitement as she held the dress against her body. "Yes, the white one is the winner."

"Now, what are you going to wear?" Sarah smirked, sifting through another rack of dresses. "I swear your closet is even bigger than mine."

Suddenly, Sarah gasped, pulling a hanger from the rack. It was a long orange dress adorned with flowers. "Where. The. Fuck. Have you been hiding this?"

Alexandra shrugged her shoulders casually. "I think my mom got me that for my birthday last year."

Sarah tossed the dress into the air, where it landed dramatically on top of Alexandra's head. "Well, you're wearing it," she declared, clapping her hands together. "You're gonna have JJ drooling."

Laughing at her best friend, Alexandra peeled the dress off her head. "Right, because I need more attention from JJ."

Sarah plopped down on the floor and crossed her arms, giving her an incredulous look. "Alex, you've been moping about being single since your breakup with Lucas this year," she said gently. "Maybe it's time to either pick JJ or open up to someone new. This moping isn't doing you any favors."

Lucas was a kook Alexandra had dated for six months, but they broke up after she caught him hooking up with another guy in a party bathroom.

Alexandra rolled her eyes at Sarah's words; it was something she had told herself a hundred times—and the very reason she had let herself give in to JJ. "Yeah, I know," she sighed, running her hands through her hair. "But I've lived here my whole life; there isn't exactly a new person to choose from if I wanted to."

"Do you remember Noah from eighth grade?" Sarah asked, biting her lip as a mischievous smile crept onto her face, instantly revealing her thoughts to Alexandra.

"Here we go..." Alexandra muttered to herself. "Yes."

"He got really hot," Sarah said, wiggling her eyebrows. "I actually saw him at the club the other day."

"Noah," Alexandra deadpanned. "The one with the terrible haircut and braces?"

"Exactly!" Sarah replied, grinning. "And now he's, like, a total heartthrob."

Alexandra stood up and walked over to the window, letting more light flood the room. Her gaze drifted up to Rafe's bedroom window, which was empty, and she swallowed hard, recalling the previous night. Guilt twisted in her stomach as she remembered witnessing Ward throw Rafe against the wall. She couldn't help but wonder if that had happened before or if that had been the first time.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Alexandra answered, "Should I really trust you? Last time you played matchmaker, I showed up on a date with a guy who had a foot fetish."

"Okay, that was a mistake," Sarah laughed loudly, shaking her head. "But seriously, let me set it up. I really think you'll be into him."

Alexandra paused for a moment. "Okay, fine. But if he turns out to have a weird fetish, I'm literally never letting you set me up with anyone ever again."