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I woke up in a strangers bed, the sheets feeling unknown against my skin, but still so soft and warm. What I still particularly remembered was me running out of that house, the rest remained a mystery.The room I was in was quite interesting, a wooden table with a computer and some papers on it was near the door, the walls were decorated with some posters of hip hop groups that were probably trendy in the early 2000s, and in the corner was a wardrobe.
As my feet touched the cold floor and I slowly pulled the blanket away from me, my eyes caught sight of a picture hanging above the table.It was a picture of Rafe Cameron and his little sister Wheezie. Was I seriously in his room? How the fuck did I end up here?
I immediately wanted to move towards the door to leave this house as quickly as possible, but before even a muscle in my body reacted, the door opened.
He stood there, his eyes pierced into mine and one corner of his mouth slowly lifting up. That damn smirk of his..
A towel around his waist and a small bag that he was holding in his one hand indicated that he taken a shower. My gaze moved further down from his chest, stopping for a second at his clearly visible V-line and then moving back up to his eyes. God, was he always this hot?
"Why am I here?" I asked, getting up. Only then did I realize that I was quite literally half naked, barely covering me was my underwear and an oversized shirt that probably belonged to him..
The thought of him undressing me struck me right away and made me feel disgusted. My body. He saw my fucking body I felt embarrassed...even ashamed because I hated my body, every part of it and he probably did too when he saw it. The way my body was built wasn't pretty, or anything in between, it was just disgusting.
"I ran after you outside and then I saw you collapse. None of your Pogue friends were around, so I had to help you."he explained taking a few steps towards me,causing me to back away a little.
"So there was no other way of helping me, but taking me to your house?"
"You don't like it?"I could feel his warm breath on my cheek as he spoke those words and the feeling of his upper body touching mine, that's how close he was to me. Dangerously close Breathing normally became harder and harder for me and my heart was racing like if it had panicked itself.
"Yes, I don't like it, and I especially don't like you,Rafe."I swallowed hard and gently pushed him away by his chest with my palms.
"I wanna go home" I insisted and he nodded."I'll take you home but first I need to get dressed"Suddenly he pulled away the towel he had wrapped around his waist a few seconds before and threw it onto the bed "Are you crazy?!"i gasped, turning my back on him. The blood rushed to my cheeks,getting them bright red and a warmth spread through my entire body, I never felt like this before. "I told you that I had to change first," he replied and I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was about to burst out laughing. Couldn't this get any more embarrassing? I thought while I quickly left his room. • • • •
A bang coming from Rafe as he slammed the car door shut snapped me out of my thoughts. "Where am I taking you?"he asked me as he tossed his black sport bag into the back seat
"JJs house"I answered briefly, tugging at the fabric of the shorts he had given me so I wouldn't have to look up at him. I just didn't want to be near him anymore because his presence made me feel things that I've never felt with a boy before. The feeling of lust and absolute nervousness mixed together because of him and made me look like an idiot. Especially when the towel thing happened, I thought I was going to pass out because of how nervous I was,.. but then again, there was still a hint of tension in that messy situation that made me not want anything else as much as him.
"You're sleeping with that guy?"he glanced at me,starting the car
"If I'm fucking JJ?" My eyes widen at his question
"Mhm.." he put his tongue in his cheek, his eyes fixed on the road. Rafe obviously hated the Pogues, but the one he hated the most out of all of them was JJ. Every girl wanted to have something with JJ, even the rich girls on the other side of the island, and that probably bothered Rafe the most. I mean how can a dirty Pogue still get so many girls, right? Personally I never had anything with him, although he tried to make a move from time to time, but it was JJ so I never gave it much thought. I still wanted to annoy Rafe though...
"Yes" it was the only word I spoke and a few seconds later he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
