Rafe Cameron Imagines

Protective

Rafe's always been very protective of you. Your families have always been close and you'd have impromptu breakfasts, lunches and dinners along with a scheduled brunch and dinner on Saturdays. He loved breakfast because it almost always involved you wearing a too-short, pastel golf skirt. He loved seeing you bend over, trying to aim the ball into a hole, while there was only one hole he was really thinking of.

Everyone knew you'd been useless at golf since birth and you had no interest in changing the fact. Sometimes, Rafe'd offer to help you position your club, just to have you bend on his crotch. The way you'd get happy if the ball even went close to the hole. He loved seeing you smile, your dimples forcing into your cheeks. The way you'd look up and thank him for his help, your eyes shining in the sunlight.

People asked why he cared so much about you, after all you're just the same as any other girl on the island. Even so much to the fact that some of his girlfriends broke up with him, because of the way he cared too much for you, the way he'd check you out. If you found out about this you'd have gotten mad with him for making his girlfriends feel inferior to you.

He didn't care though, he only wanted you.

* (change in POV) *

"I hate you so much!" I drunkenly yell.

Rafe scoffs, "I'm sorry for helping you! Is that what you want me to say, Jude?"

"No! You can just say sorry, because you are, seriously no help." I argue.

He grabs my wrist and spins me, so that I'm facing him, "Look, I know that guy. He's no good, trust me."

I look up at him hate burning through my eyes, "Why don't you let me find that out for myself, instead of going fucking crazy?!"

Rafe's jaw clenches, "I was protecting you!"

" 'I was protecting you'. " I mock in a high pitch voice.

"You're like my little sister. I care about you."

"Oh, that's so sweet Rafe." I say with sarcasm, "Oh, here's another thought! Why don't you go find Sarah and protect her from fucking Topper before she gets frosted fucking tips too?" I yell.

"God, why are you such a brat?" He starts, "Would you have wanted for him to fuck you, then act like he doesn't know you?!"

"No, Rafe! But that wasn't your choice to make. Why don't you get that?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "You are so fucking stubborn, you can't understand I was just looking out for you?"

"I don't need you doing that, Rafe."

"And if I don't who will? What could happen to you?" He rhetorically asks.

"God, you're in-fucking-sane. You're concocting, crazy fucking scenarios where something bad happens to me if you're not there to save me?" I scoff, "Well news-fucking-flash, I'm not a kid and I don't need you to come with you're shield and horse and save me."

We stand glaring at each other for a few seconds more, "Just get in the car."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You want me to leave you here, yeah?" He scoffs.

Obviously, I don't but I do want to see how far I can take this.