TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of rape and violence, so if you are sensitive to that, please do not read!
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I stood up with a sour expression on my face. "Let me? I can decide for myself what I can and can't do," I said with a slight slur to my voice after my second beer. I had smoked a little week too, so I was fully crossed at this point. "You don't drink, why are you drinking all of a sudden?" He asked, pulling me away from the keg momentarily. "Let go of me, asshole," I said, jerking my arm out of his grasp and looking back at him.
"You're one to talk, anyway, you drink all the time," I argued. "Yeah, but you don't, and you told me why you don't. You don't wanna go down this road, Stevie," He nearly begged me. I was surprised at his persistence against me drinking, so I did what I thought was the best idea for me.
I crossed my arms and pouted. Like a child.
"You can't tell me what to do," I said sternly. "What are you, six? Give me the beer," He said, reaching for the cup in my hand and taking it away from me. "What's wrong with you?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes at me. "You'll thank me for that tomorrow morning, I swear," He said.
"No, I won't," I protested, my only goal being giving JJ a hard time at this point. "I'm- I give up," He said with a sigh, putting his hands up defensively and turning around. He walked away and I huffed. He took my beer.
I turned around and asked John B. for another one, but he refused at this point. I was three beers down and feeling drunk. I was a lightweight so this was expected, but it was obvious that the weed I had smoked also had an effect on me.
I walked through the party, seeing Kie talking back and forth with some guy and Pope doing the same. I looked around and saw JJ talking to a girl, no, flirting with a girl. At least I thought he was flirting. It sure looked like it. For some reason, a certain type of anger bubbled up inside of me. I sat down on a thick piece of driftwood for a bit, rolling another joint and sticking it in between my lips.
"Need a light?" Someone asked, and I looked up, shockingly seeing Rafe standing there. I recoiled, not sure how to act upon seeing him. "I wanted to apologize for the other day. I can be a real asshole," He said, surprising me to no end.
"Yeah, you can be," I blurted, but he simply laughed. I didn't know how I was supposed to respond to that, but he began talking before I had to think any harder. My brain was starting to hurt anyway. "I know. I don't know what gets into me, but I just wanted to tell you that I regret speaking to you that way, you didn't deserve it," He said.
He pulled a lighter out of his pocket, sitting down next to me and offering it to me. I leaned forward, not taking the joint out of my mouth, and not taking my eyes off of his. I knew what I was doing, but I didn't care. I knew I had a lower cut top on, and I knew the hem of it would dip when I leaned forward. Was I really flirting with Rafe Cameron? When the joint was lit, I sat up straight again, my eyes not having left his.
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𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕-𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 (JJ)
Fanfiction"Don't you dare fucking talk to me like that." I snapped at the seething boy in front of me. "Like what, princess? Like you're full of shit? Someone had to say it!" He yelled back. "No, don't talk to me like you're better than me! You and I are the...