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𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦(𝗦);
❝𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.❞

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Sarah seized her spoon from my mouth and stuffed it back into the rainbow, Superman ice cream that filled her cup with a scowl on her face, "I asked you what kind you wanted." She scorned.

I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders somewhat dismissively, "And I wanted both kinds."

She shook her head quickly, showing her evident dissatisfaction with my choices, "You could have gotten both kinds. You know, like a scoop of each." Her hands flung around wildly, attempting to emphasize her point.

"But if I would have gotten both kinds in my cup, then they would have melted together while I was trying to eat them, and Blue Moon and Superman ice cream do not belong together."

Her head shook violently again, partially at me, and partially at herself because she was laughing, "Touché."

I joined her laughter and linked our arms together continuing our peaceful stroll down the pier.

I was taken aback by a harshly cold mush being squashed roughly against me. I gasped loudly retreating backwards; my hands fumbled around and my fingers slipped, releasing everything in them to crash to the floor. My ice cream included.

Loud laughter boomed from the trio of boys opposite of me. Rafe Cameron stood there (really he crouched as he was doubled over in hysterics), accompanied by his cackling knucklehead friends, Topper and Kelce.

"What the hell!" Sarah foundered angrily for the extra napkins she had dismissively shoved in her purse.

Topper managed to quit laughing and cough out a taunting comment; his signature touch to any of Rafe's asshole antics. "Oh calm down Sarah. It wasn't her best top anyways."

Maybe it was unnecessary, but in my opinion, he deserved what was coming to him. Gathering all my pent-up anger held back against Rafe over the years, I tightened my hand into a tight fist and took a few angry strides closer to him. He didn't even notice, still sniggering. Scowling, I cocked my arm back and swung, hard, hitting him square in the jaw.

As he stumbled backwards in alarm, his goons came to his aid, each grabbing a shoulder as if he was going to keel over any second.

"Fuck you, Cameron!" I sneered, stomping away to the closest building I recognized had bathrooms.

Dismissing all of the curious stares watching as I hurried by, I found my way to the bathroom. A mirror hung on the wall across the room, so I took the opportunity to assess the damage further. Chocolate ice cream oozed in-between my boobs, and all over my shirt, my white shirt. Despite my best effort to wash the brown out, not much happened.

All of a sudden Rafe ambled into the bathroom. I glowered at him directly in the mirror before turning back to the task at hand. Grabbing some paper towels and getting them wet in the sink, I wiped what I could off my neck. The eldest Cameron was still quiet, but he had begun to move, and I watched him intently as he shifted to the sink next to me. I carefully backtracked to the wiping situation I had going, but not much more could be done with my shirt still on. Without acknowledging that Rafe was still standing there, I pulled it off and set it in the sink to rinse, revealing the top to my swimsuit that had been hidden under my t-shirt all day.