One Of A Kind |JJ Maybank|

Chapter 3 - Breathing

A/N

Hope you'll like it!

TW: STRONG LANGUAGE, HARASSMENT, BRIEF MENTION OF ANXIETY 

"Oh, damn it! I'm sorry," I say as I try to collect the contents of my bag as quickly as possible to escape the embarrassing situation a second time and head straight to my room to relax.

I just want to take a fucking shower.

"Of course I'll join you in the shower." Says a voice which, as it turns out, belongs to the person who was part of the accident.

Fuck, did I say it aloud?

I turn my gaze in the direction of the voice that made the most pointless comment of the day and was met by a group of young Kooks. All about my age and with dumb smiles on their faces and weird slicked-back hair.

Why lord, why now? I know why I wanted to stay at a simple motel. You, idiots, are the reason.

"A beauty like you shouldn't apologize for such trivialities. Unless you wanna repay me." While he makes the comment, which is even worst than the last one, he takes a strand of my blonde hair in his hand and plays with it while he gives me an all-over look.

Then one of his idiot friends speaks up.

"Yes, beautiful, make our Rafe happy."

They break out in laughter.

Rafe Cameron. That motherfucker.

It's been six years and you're still the biggest idiot in the country.

Of course, it had to be that idiot and his entourage who caught wind of my arrival.

Disgusted with him and his company, I respond with a sweet smile and a venomous "Hands off, asshole."

Shocked by my words, he slowly drops my hair and stares at me.

As I knew this stubborn ass, he wouldn't accept this so easily from me and especially not from a stranger who had embarrassed him in front of his lapdog troop.

In a split second, he grabs me by the upper arm and pulls me towards him until his nose nearly touches my cheek.

"I would watch out if I were you. You don't know who you're dealing with," he says so quietly that only I could hear him.

I know exactly who I'm dealing with. I'm not scared. Breath J, breath.

He grabs my arm a little tighter. "One day you'll give in and then I'll welcome you with open arms, baby!" he says the last part louder so that his entourage can also hear his dumb statement.

One of his friends seems to have heard the whole conversation. He had stopped laughing when Rafe grabbed my arm and watched the event with an anxious expression.

He opens his mouth to step in, but I am faster.

I turn my head so that I can stare directly into Rafe's eyes, our faces still only a few inches apart, I don't break eye contact.

When he notices that I am not submitting to him, a brief flash of nervousness flashes in him.

Got you!

An arrogant and confident grin creeps into my face.

"I would rather bathe in a pool of fucking fire jellyfish and stingrays than willingly engage with you, Rafe Cameron," I give him a sweet smile before ripping my arms out of his grip while he is focusing on processing what I just said.