deflagrate || rafe cameron

Chapter Eighteen

My back pressed against the cold headboard behind me. John B's bandana lay in my lap and I fumbled with it. JJ rolled over and looked up at me. 

"You should eat something," he told me. 

"So should you," I mumbled, looking down at him. He pulled the covers off of himself and sat up next to me.

"Come on. I'll make breakfast," JJ patted my leg, standing up. He stretched and when I didn't move he groaned. "If you want breakfast in bed, you should've slept in the kitchen." 

The two of us walked downstairs to find an empty house. The past couple days, JJ and I had been cooped up in my room. I hadn't spoken to anyone but him. I sat on the counter and watched JJ attempt to make scrambled eggs. 

"Have you slept at all?" JJ asked. 

"You know you don't actually have to check up on me?" I shrugged. 

"John B asked me to. And besides, I'm actually worried about you. And I owe you for letting me crash here for the past couple days," he confessed. I stayed quiet and he finished cooking the eggs. JJ handed me a plate as I walked to the stools. He sat next to me with his plate. We ate in silence until there was a knock on the door. JJ looked over at me, asking if I wanted him to get it. 

"I got it," I sighed, walking to the door. When I opened the door, Rafe stood in front of me. He wore black shorts and a blue button up. His hair was everywhere and he looked like he was crying. 

"I called you a million times. Why didn't you answer?" he told me. 

"My phone's dead," I shrugged. Rafe pushed the door opened and walked inside. He took in my appearance. I knew I looked rough. JJ slowly walked into the main hallway and Rafe quickly looked over at him. 

"I'll be upstairs if you need me," JJ said and went up to my room. When we heard the door close, Rafe looked down at me. 

"Did you sleep with him?" He spat. My eyes finally looked up to his. 

"No! Are you joking? You think I would cheat?" I shouted. The tension between us was quickly growing. 

"Well I wouldn't know! You haven't contacted me in four days," he yelled at me. I fumbled with the bandana around my wrist. 

"I needed a break," I told him. 

"A break from what? Me? So you decided to fuck a Pogue? What about John B? Were you fucking him too?" Rafe screamed in my face. I immediately shoved him away from me. He didn't move much because I wasn't as strong as him. 

"I just lost my best friend and so did JJ! Fuck you! You don't know what we are going through," I shouted at him. 

"I lost my best friend too Skylar! I told you I loved you and you didn't say it back. Okay? I am in love with you and you left me for a fucking Pogue! I lost you. So don't fucking tell me I don't know what you are going through," Rafe screamed louder than before. The two of us stood there in silence. "My dad is in jail. And I know I should be there too. I fucked up, Skylar," Rafe whispered. 

When I didn't say anything, he turned and walked out of the front door. Eventually, I walked upstairs to find JJ lying on my bed. He played game on his phone, but put it down when I walked in. 

"You alright? I heard some of it," he shrugged. I pushed him over a little bit, lying next to him. 

"Do you want to go to the Bahamas?" I asked. JJ furrowed his brows, giving me a look. 

"What?" He chuckled. I turned my head to look at him, fully. 

"Do you want to come to the Bahamas with me?" I questioned him. JJ looked at me, trying to find a sign that I was joking. 

"Yeah. Let's go," he nodded. I gave him a small smile and looked up at my ceiling. 

"Okay," I nodded, letting out a deep sigh. I truly hoped John B was out there somewhere. Dum spiro spero. While I breath, I hope. 

Author Notes:

thank you so much to everyone who read this story! I will absolutely be updating when season two comes out. Hopefully sooner than later! I have another story I'm working on right now about JJ, so let me know if you'd be interested in reading that one!