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the last bonfire of the summer was in full swing. i took a deep breath, the smell of burning wood in the air, with laughter and music drifting through the night. it had been a while since i'd let myself unwind like this, and honestly, it was a nice change from spending another saturday night at home.
nearly everyone on the island was at the party, but, as usual, logan had said he'd rather stay at home than "watch girls get too drunk and puke everywhere." but of course, he made sure to remind me that rafe would be there to keep an eye on me.
as i stood with topper, i caught sight of rafe on the other side of the bonfire. his eyes, as they always seemed to be, were locked onto me.
"wanna shotgun?" topper challenged, gesturing toward the cooler full of beer.
i crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at him. there was a brief silence as i weighed my options, the corner of my mouth twitching into a smirk. finally, i spoke, "fine, but don't get embarrassed when i'm better than you."
he threw his head back with a laugh. "yeah, right. no one is better than me."
he handed me a beer from the cooler, and i bit into the bottom to create a hole. raising our cans in the air, i flashed him a grin. "cheers."
cracking it open, i tilted my head back, letting the bitter taste slide down my throat with ease. after the last gulp, i tossed the empty can to the ground and threw my hands up in victory. "get shit on, top," i laughed.
he finally dropped his can, the liquid spilling down his chin. "how the fuck did you do that?" he gasped, wiping the beer off his face.
i suddenly felt a pair of arms slip around me from behind, and i turned my head to see sarah laughing obnoxiously.
as she stepped in front of me, i draped my arm around her shoulder, and we both couldn't help but laugh at the defeated expression on topper's face.
"that was seriously embarrassing, topper," sarah giggled, pulling me closer as she wrapped her arm around my back.
"whatever," topper grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air. "you got lucky. i wasn't even warmed up yet."
i glanced at sarah, my face twisted in confusion. "warmed up? dude, we were just drinking beer, not running a marathon."
"yeah, well, i need a solid warm-up to get my reflexes going," he explained, clearly not convinced he lost fair and square.
"oh, really?" i teased, chuckling as he started gesturing wildly with his hands, trying to make his case.
sarah walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a quick kiss on his flustered cheek. "it's okay, top. y/n is just cooler than you."
topper's shoulders slumped, and he looked at her with pleading eyes. "no, i swear—"