no strings attached - rafe cameron

chapter ten.

SCAR'S POV

"I can't believe you brought the fucking gun, man. Are you crazy?" John B scolded to JJ from the front seat of his van as he drove us back to his house.

"Look, I'm sorry for wanting to protect my friends, no actually, my family. I wanted to protect my family from a situation exactly like that one." JJ defended himself. 

"Dude, Rafe wasn't gonna pull a gun on us!" Kie now berated.

"You don't know that!" JJ yelled back.

I shook my head to myself as they continued to argue on our drive back. Since I was sitting on the floor of the van, I hugged my legs and rested my forehead on my knees. It was my fault they were arguing. It was my fault JJ and Rafe started fighting. It was all my fault and I didn't know what to do about it. I couldn't tell the pogues how I knew Rafe, I didn't want to seem like some sort of slut to them. 

Though I told Rafe I wasn't here to make friends, I certainly did not expect to make any as quickly as I did. The pogues welcomed me into their friend group right away, they were all so kind and funny in their own ways. I felt like a normal teenager around them. Rafe was just somebody I was using to get coke from, why did it matter if we were friends or not?

I felt the van come to a halt and I lifted my head, noticing we were back at John B's house. I sighed to myself before we all got out of the van. As much as I didn't want to, I knew I had to head home.

I hadn't said a word to anyone since the fight broke out, and as I walked into the darkness away from everyone, I heard my name being called out.

"Scar!" I heard and I stopped in my tracks, turning my head to look behind me and I saw the four pogues standing there staring at me. "Where are you going?" JJ asked.

"Home." I said softly, but enough for them to hear since they were about forty or so feet away from me.

"You don't want to stay the night?" Kie now asked me.

I shook my head as I bit my lip, trying to refrain myself from bursting into tears. I felt so guilty for everything. Everything was my fault and I knew if I stayed around any longer, I'd mess up something else. I ruined what was supposed to be a fun and chill night. I ruined JJ and Pope's faces because of Rafe. I was the reason JJ pulled out the gun and why him and his friends were fighting. I did enough damage.

"You shouldn't be walking home this late at night." Pope added. "You'd be safer staying here for the night."

"He's right." John B agreed.

I sighed once more before I slowly walked over to them. I was glad they seemed like they wanted me to stay the night because the last place I wanted to be tonight was home. I was going to stay the night at John B's house with everyone, but I was going to keep to myself and not get into any more trouble. I'd leave first thing in the morning and pretend like nothing ever happened.

"Are you okay?" JJ asked me as we walked behind everyone else into the house. I looked at him and nodded in response.

"Crash wherever you're comfortable." John B said as he looked over at me. "Help yourself to anything in the fridge, if there's even anything in there. Bathroom's the last door on the right," He mentioned as he pointed down the hallway. "Make yourself at home." He sent me a soft smile.

"Thanks." I nodded, forcing a smile myself. I looked around the house, taking note of how it looked like a bunch of teenagers inhabited it. It made sense for JJ, Pope, and Kiara to spend a lot of time here with John B since his dad got lost at sea.