Stay With Me ✔

1.

You would think that with a name like Rave, he would be intense and moody, like your classic bad boy. With the amount of cigarettes he smokes in a day, you would imagine that his car smells like stale smoke and nicotine. By the amount of rumors that circulate his name, you would picture him as an alcoholic, a party boy, and a jerk. 

However, I'm learning that none of these things are true, and that Rave Matthews is just a regular guy - a nice guy, at that. His messy mop of hair is blowing in the wind as his window is down, he has one hand out the open window and the other on the wheel. I blush when his green eyes flicker over to me, embarrassed to be caught staring at him. 

"So, how long have you worked at the radio station?" His voice is smooth and I'm glad he didn't make a comment about me staring at him. 

"I started over the summer, my uncle works there so he got me the job." I look down at my phone and see that Whitley had finally texted me back about needing a ride after school. I quickly type out a reply to her, telling her no worries, that I got it all figured out. 

"I bet it's a cool place to work." He flips the blinker on and turns onto the street where the radio station is located, meaning that our short ride together was about to end. 

"I mostly just organize and sort through stuff, but it's a pretty cool environment to work in." I glance at the clock and see that I had made it just in time, even though my ride had ditched me at the last minute, leaving me standing in the parking lot with no way to work or home. 

Surprisingly, when Rave walked through the school doors and saw me standing there, my shoulders slumped and my phone in my hand, he offered me a ride. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I've been going to school with Rave since Kindergarten and I don't think we've ever said a word to each other. We run in different crowds, and while I'm not exactly unpopular, I'm also not considered popular - I sit comfortably in the middle of the hierarchy of high school.

When he offered me a ride, my first thought was his girlfriend, Lexy. Lexy is the queen of the school - a title she gave herself. "Won't your girlfriend mind?" I had asked. 

"What girlfriend?" He said it so casually, like he really had no idea who I was talking about.

"Lexy." I reminded him of his head cheerleader girlfriend, but his passive expression didn't change when he replied,

"We broke up."

Of coarse they did, breaking up and getting back together is what they do. I'd literally seen them together at lunch, Lexy was hanging possessively onto his arm while they were in line to purchase their meal. That was only three hours ago, and they've already broken up again. 

I decided to drop the subject and accepted his offer and followed him to his car. 

Even though I had never spoken to Rave, I'd heard plenty of rumors about him. I'm not one to believe rumors, but it's hard not to when everything he does makes the stories sound believable. Like I said though, I was learning that none of those things were true, and Rave was just a normal guy. 

"Ky."

"Helloooo, Kylie!" My best friend, Whitley Adams, waves her hand in front of my face and I snap back to the present, the memory of last year fading away - just like my friendship with Rave Matthews. 

I turn towards Whitley and frown at the look she's giving me, "What?"

"You were staring at him." Her eyes glance over to where I was looking just moments ago and when I follow her gaze, I see Rave leaning against Lexy's locker, his signature smirk on his face as he leans down and whispers something in his girlfriend's ear.