Stella Vandenburg realizes that loving a criminal makes you just as guilty as they are
_lowercase intended in first TWO chapters only. otherwise, proper grammar is intended.
_fem!oc x rafe.
_enemies to lovers.
_a little oc x jj.
_season 1-3 complete...
"Sorry, I'll just find someone else-" I can't finish because Barry grabs my chin and pulls it to him.
"Tell me what you said, bitch!" He yells, spitting in my eye.
Instinctively, I lift my knee up and kick Barry in the balls, hard enough that he doubles over in pain.
"You little bitch!" He screams. Glaring at me. He turns to Rafe, who is standing there with both his mouth and his eyes wide open. "Get her out of here before I fucking kill her!"
I don't know much about drugs, but he's definitely not high on something that calms you down.
I scoff, but it comes out more like a sigh because of how much I'm shivering. Rafe walks ahead of me to the two motorcycles I saw earlier.
Oh, hell no.
"You have a motorcycle?" I ask, regretting every decision I've ever made.
"No, I'm stealing this," he says. I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not, so I stay silent as he tosses me a dark blue helmet. He looks at me. "I'm kidding, Pogue. This is mine."
I laugh darkly, tossing the helmet back to him. "I am not getting on that motorcycle. Especially not with you. You're, like, high. My grandma says that my dad used to say-"
