Rafe Cameron Imagines

hook-ups and new old boyfriends

🎶Hotel - Montell Fish🎶

I've always liked Rafe but he's genuinely such a dick. To everyone.

We used to hook up in 9th and 10th grade, he always made sure I remembered it was no strings attached, just sex, 'it's just meaningless sex, Jude.'  he'd say. All the time. Ever since I first laid eyes on him, I knew he was so bad news, but I didn't care.

The first time we ever hooked up was at the beach, it was my first time, and it was amazing. I had the biggest crush on him and there was a party we hardly had anything to drink but it felt so right, to me at least.

I walked into the house where the party was after getting too bored and too sweaty from sunbathing with my friends. That stuff never works for me, it just makes my sunscreen run and my baby hairs stick to my forehead.

I was fanning myself profusely with my hand trying to find a cold drink that wasn't one of those communal punch bowls that everyone uses because, quite frankly, they are disgusting.

I ran my fingers through my hair looking around.

"You looking for someone?" I heard Rafes voice making butterflies appear in my stomach. I was so shy when I would talk to him.

"Uh, I'm looking for a drink actually." I replied.

"This room is pretty much surrounded by drinks, want me to get you one?" He asked.

I would've said yeah but I really didn't want one of those punch things because, gross.

"I'm not really a fan of those punch things." I said starting to feel the cold hitting me on my body only covered by shorts and a bikini top.

"You can have my beer. I'm not gonna have it anyway." He said extending his hand to give me his can of beer that was still closed.

"Thanks." I said taking it from him, the bottle still cold, our hands touched a little. I know that's not a big deal but it really was for me.

"You were my neighbour in French last year weren't you?" He asked trying to make small talk.

I was so happy he remembered that's when I started liking him more, he was so funny when we sat together.

"Yeah, I was." I respond.

"You were really good." He complimented me. 

"Thanks," I said.

"You're Jude, right?" He asked.

"Yeah," I responded trying so hard not to swoon over him.

"I heard about you and," He started, "What was his name?" He asked.

"Theo." Was all I said.

"Yeah, I've never liked that guy anyways." He said.

Me and Theo broke up a few days before this conversation.

I took a sip of the beer Rafe gave me.  Sometimes I wonder if I would have still done all this if I knew he just wanted to fuck me.

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I don't like thinking about it especially when I'm around Rafe which is hard because every time I see him I do think about it, which brings me to my main point, I'm in a group project with him. I know it's not a huge deal but I feel so weird around him.