𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚 ☁️ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝐭𝐞𝐧 | 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 |

Cassie's POV

My eyes peel open and the first thing I see is the sun glaring in my eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut and whine, turning around. My chest hits another body and my eyes shoot open in surprise. Rafe's sleeping body lays under my own and he wraps his arms around me tightly. From our naked bodies to the ripped clothes on the floor, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what happened last night. Flashes of the parts I can remember play through my head on a loop and I groan, wriggling out of Rafe's arms. He sleepily opens his eyes and looks at me in confusion as I wrap a blanket around me and stand up.

"Cas? What happened?" He mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"What do you think happened, Rafe?" I unintentionally snap, kicking my ripped clothes in frustration.

"Fuck" I hear him mutter, jumping out of bed.

I turn to see him pull up his boxers and glare at him angrily.

"What now?" He groans, seeing my glare.

"That was my favourite bikini" I scold him, pointing to the torn red material.

His lips tug up into a smirk and he looks from the ruins of my clothes up to me.

"Wipe that smirk off your face and go find me clothes, asshole" I snap and he throws his hands up in mock surrender.

He yanks on his shorts and throws his polo shirt at me before turning to exiting the room. A quiet snort leaves my lips when I see the deep scratches down the eldest Cameron's back and he turns to me, giving me a good look at the cut on his bottom lip which I remember making with my teeth. Biting down on my own bottom lip, I shoo him out and he rolls his eyes, doing as I asked. I slip the pale orange top over my head and run my fingers through my hair before walking over to the mirror. I gulp nervously when I catch my reflection in the mirror and pull the top up to assess the full damage. Small love bites litter my neck and bruised are formed on my hips the shape of fingers while bite marks are visible on my inner thighs. The door opens and I drop the fabric, turning to see Rafe at the door now wearing another polo.

"Meet me outside. I'm giving you a lift home" He tells me, dropping clothes on the bed and exiting the room, leaving no room for argument.

I shuffle over to the bed to see a pair of Sarah's black spandex shorts and a hair tie. I slip on the shorts which are practically invisible under Rafe's shirt so I tie it into a knot at the side to make it into a crop top before throwing my messy curls into a bun atop my head. I then gather up my ripped clothes and throw them into the trash can before exiting the room and making my way out of Topper's house without being spotted. Rafe waits for me by his bike, arms crossed over his chest as he looks from the ground to my face. His lips tug up into a small smile and I trudge over to him.

"Don't look so glum, baby" He teases me and I roll my eyes.

"Hey, Rafe?" I mumble as he swings his leg over his bike.

"Mmhm" He hums, looking at me.

"You know this can't happen again, right?" I ask, glancing back to the Thornton mansion.

"Whatever you want, Cas" He shrugs and it kinda stings that he doesn't even care.

"Oh, okay. Good" I shrug, climbing onto the bike behind the boy.