𝐍𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ♛ ͏r͏a͏f͏e ͏c͏a͏m͏e͏r͏o͏n

39.

It's been a while....
But here we are.
Please don't hate me for the delay.
We got there in the end.
Also THANK YOU FOR 12K READS AND 200 VOTES!!!! Um wow!!
Love Laya
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Mae's pov

My eyes scanned over the food as my stomach filled with grumbles rather than butterflies. I crouched down as my fingers extended out to the small bottle of vodka.

I furrowed my eyebrow immediately and whipped my head around at Rafe.

"How did you get vodka? You're not eighteen yet!" I bombarded him with questions.

He chuckled at me and leant back into the wall behind us. I raised an eyebrow higher as my lips pursed in a straight line showing him how serious I was.

His chuckling slowly died away as a small wave of worry flooded over his features. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck whilst he stumbled to find his words.

"I just looked over 18 and she just didn't ask" he mumbled through his lips and avoided my eye contact.

I sighed heavily to myself and gave a shy smile of disbelief. I crouched down once more and slipped the alcohol back into the bag which everything was once in.

"We are not going to drink it" I stated clearly with no hesitation in my voice. I could just sense Rafe's eyebrows furrowing and hands flying out to the side at my remark.

"Why!?" He quickly questioned me. I sat down and crossed my legs as I starred up at him. He seemed so unamused by my statement but I had my reasons.

"1. You acquired the vodka illegally
2. If we get drunk - we are in a very dangerous position.
And
3. You can't drive if alcohol is in your system!
If I remember rightly it is a very far walk for you Raferty"

I listed the reasons off as I held up the number of fingers each time with a slightly triumphant smile on my face. I guess the smile was a habit from every other time I continued to out-smart Rafe. A heavenly and hellish habit.

"I admire and also hate how intelligent you are right now" he muttered under his breath before sliding down the wall and sitting beside me. I let a laugh as punched his shoulder playfully.

"Watch that tone young man" I teased a sly smirk on my lips just itching it burst into a grin. Rafe rolled his eyes at me before.

"M&M's so sweet yet so bitter" he taunted back. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at him.

"Wait, I was sweet? That's a let down." I raised an eyebrow with humorous sad chuckle. To myself I always seemed so closed off, a bit sharp with my tongue and quite frankly; stubborn. So hearing Rafe call me sweet even as a joke was surprising to my mind and heart.

Rafe chuckled as his hand reached up to brush a piece of hair back behind my ear. I gave a weak smile before ducking my head away. I wasn't fully sure why I shied away. Maybe it was because I had never really viewed myself as sweet. I seemed to always be sharp mouthed, witty and a bit blunt at times. Whatever it takes — within the rules — to win I suppose.

"Sometimes. But it wasn't your best quality" the words casually dripping from his lips without a second thought. I gasped at his rudeness as I nudged my shoulder into his roughly. He let out surprised grumble at the harsh contact before snapping his eyes to me as a 'what was that for? '.

"Then what is?" I quickly asked the words spilling out of my mouth like an overflowing sink.

"What is your best quality?" He repeated the question which ran through my head. I guess he was making sure of what the question was truly asking.