𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

Part five

𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬

I wake up with a pounding headache, my mouth as dry as sand and a slight ache soaring throughout my body. I groan, shifting slightly to force myself to wake up.

"Mmmm don't rub against me like that" someone grumbles quietly from behind me, a hand on my hip tightening. My eyes shoot open in an instant, all the tiredness from my body immediately being wiped away as my heart begins to race.

I was drunk last night, but certainly not drunk enough to have had sex with anyone. Especially not in my house, on my living room couch of all places.

I shove the strangers hand away from my hip before sitting up, wincing at the annoyingly bright light of the sun eliminating through the blinds.

"What the fuck?" I hear from beside me, the couch dipping down with the strangers movements.

My head snaps in their direction, my eyes widening in surprise when I see non other than Rafe sat up next to me on the couch.

"Rafe?" I exclaim, my voice cracking slightly from just waking up.

It seems as though he is as equally as shocked, because his expression mirrors mine, his jaw going slack.

"w-we... we didn't? You know.." he stammers out, running a hand through his tousled hair, brown strands sticking up all over his head.

My eyes almost pop out of their sockets at his words, my cheeks painted red with embarrassment as I hastily shake my head.

"No.. no. Of course we didn't" I blurt out, looking down at my clothes then at his. Luckily both of us still fully clothed and seemingly untouched.

He flops back down onto the couch, laying on his back as he scrubs his large hands over his face.

"Jesus Christ" he mutters, his deep, slightly hoarse and tired voice muffled by his palms that remain on his face.

I take this opportunity to look down at him, taking notice to his black polo shirt that has raised slightly at the hem, exposing a sliver of his tanned, toned abdomen just above the waistband of his jeans. If my mouth wasn't dry enough from the hangover, it certainly is now.

I'm snapped out of my gaze when I hear him loudly clear his throat, my eyes shooting up to his face, embarrassment hitting me like a ton of bricks now that I know he has caught me shamefully admiring him.

I quickly stand up from where I was sitting on the edge of the couch before either of us can say anything, not skipping a beat to pull down my denim skirt that had hitched up from my sleeping position.

I walk across the living room to see someone asleep on the carpeted floor, their arms flailed out and their breathing steady and even. I lean down to see if it's anyone I know, my brows furrowing curiously.

"I think your friend is dead" I say to Rafe once I figure out the boy passed out on my floor is Topper Thornton.

"What?" I hear Rafe ask in confusion as he approaches from behind me, until he's by my side, looking down in Topper's direction.

I nudge Topper's side with my foot, a weak attempt to wake the boy up.

"Topper!" Rafe claps his hands together loudly, making me jump, my hand flying to my chest as I let out a shaky breath.

"Don't do that!" I hiss at him, startled by his loud voice and the even louder clap.

"Don't be a baby" he mutters with an eye roll, although there's no real malice to his tone. I roll my own eyes in reciprocation, my gaze shifting back down to the sleeping kook.

I watch as Topper's eyes open by barely to a slit, his forehead creasing as his brows knit together.

"Mom?" He murmurs hoarsely.

"Jesus Christ" I grimace, shaking my head in exasperation. Rafe snickering from beside me like a child.

"It's Caiden's sister" I correct him, letting out a huff as I run a hand through my messy brown hair.

"Amelia? The one Rafe is always-"

"Alright dude! Let's get you up" Rafe is quick to stop him from saying any more, crouching down and shaking him awake properly.

My brows furrow in complete and utter confusion, not even having time to comprehend what on earth Topper was about to say, or why Rafe was so quick to stop him.

I just shake my head, brushing it off. I'm definitely not about to begin to stress over anything Topper Thornton has to say. That boy is more of a doofus than my brother.

"Oh, hey Amelia" Topper rubs the back of his neck now that he's stood up and actually awake, his blonde hair looking more like a birds nest on his head, yellow beer stains scattered over his white T-shirt.

"Hi Topper" I say with a forced, tight lipped smile, raising my brows awkwardly as I look away from him.

"Sorry about... sleeping on your floor" he apologises sheepishly, his words causing my lips to purse, a non committal hum leaving my lips.

I watch as the blonde headed boy's eyes flicker back and forth between me and Rafe, confusion melting into his expression.

"Did you two.." he begins, his finger waving between the two of us, a shadow of a grin appearing on his lips.

"Topper" Rafe practically growls at the boy, whose lips are forming into a thin line, thankfully taking the hint to shut his mouth.

I roll my eyes, turning on my heels and walking out of living room, feeling as if I'm losing braincells from merely listening to Topper speak.

I make my way up stairs, noticing the sheer amount of red solo cups and empty beer cans lying around, the smell of stale alcohol making me want to gag.

I kick past the mess, grimacing at the sight. I make a quick beeline to the bathroom, eager to wash away the memory of last night.

I strip myself out of last night's clothes, allowing them fall into a small pile on the tiled bathroom floor. letting out an extended yawn I step into the shower, the steamy hot water running down my exhausted body.

As I lather my hair in my coconut scented shampoo, I find myself lost in thought. Musing over the way Rafe's hand felt against my hip, the way his hair fell over his forehead, or the fact his mouth watering scent clung to my clothes.

The image of his face, his body, even the sound of his voice flashes in my mind, overtaking any other rational thought.

I let out a long, exasperated sigh into my wet hands, internally cursing myself for these thoughts for a boy I once knew, but now, is a complete stranger to me.