[andimnotsorry]

“he hurt me but it felt like true love”

R.C MASTERLIST

RAFE HAS A CRUSH ON WHEEZIE’S BABYSITTER

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR”

RAFE’S BSF DEFENDING JJ AT MIDSUMMERS

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RAFE’S BSF DEFENDING JJ AT MIDSUMMERS

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everyone knew rafe was madly in love with you ever since you guys had become inseparable at the ripe age of 14. well, except for you. people would always ask why someone so loving and kind as you would ever put up with rafe and his violent, cruel behavior. the truth was, he never acted that way in front of you. rafe had perfected his innocent act whenever he was around you, and did everything in his power to keep it up. he couldn’t bear the thought of you looking at him like everyone else did, especially when he was so in love with you that he could drop to his knees anytime you talked to him.

that naturally led to you being extremely confused every time someone asked something along the lines of, “he’s so dangerous, you really shouldn’t be hanging around him” or “rafe cameron is bad news.” you would just furrow your eyebrows and respond, “but he’s so nice.”

so it definitely wasn’t pretty when he got caught red handed as you walked in on him and his friends holding JJ by his neck, just about to lunge at him.

“hold him still. what- what do you think? a four iron, right?” rafe’s voice booms through the halls of midsummers, and your face brightens as you finally find him. however as you walk towards the noise, your heart drops as you realize rafe is not actually talking about golf. “alright keep his head still. ‘m gonna line this up.”

“very rafe of you rafe, five on one?” JJ chokes out. “okay if you could please stop talking? it’s very disrespectful when i’m trying to hit a ball alright? learn your etiquette my friend.” you quickly rush in, gasping at the sight of kelce choking JJ and rafe acting as if he’s about to swing. “what the hell is going on?” you let out. rafe’s face immediately drops as he stands up straight, awkwardly clearing his throat as the room goes silent.

“nothing- nothing is going on here okay? this is not what it looks like, JJ here just needed a little guidance on the way out.” rafe says. you turn to look at JJ, who is pleading with his eyes, cuts all over his face. “kelce what the fuck? let him go.” you say, walking over and yanking kelce’s arm off of JJ.

“rafe, seriously. what is this? what are you doing?” you ask, still confused on what you just walked in on. you turn to JJ, leaning down to where his head is hanging low. “are you okay?” rafe’s jaw clenches at the sight of you with him, shaking his head letting out a small “jesus christ he’s fuckin’ fine.” to himself. JJ just gives you a quick smile, whispering “i’m alright i’m fine.”

you walk up to rafe who’s avoiding your eye contact. “you’re out of your mind” you scoff, “you guys are all fucked up.” rafe laughs at the comment, getting overtaken by anger as his facade starts to slip. “out of my mind? OUT OF MY MIND? you’re seriously defending this pogue piece of shit? over- over me?” his voice starts to get louder. “rafe, man chill-” some kook says beside him.

security bursts through the door at that moment, JJ saying something about a ‘criminal trespass’ and how he should be escorted out. you don’t process what’s happening as your mind starts to race, thinking of what would have happened if you didn’t walk in. memories come flooding in of everyone who had ever warned you about rafe.

rafe seemed to have snapped back into his thoughts, as he walked towards you lifting both arms up in ‘surrender.’ “look. how ‘bout we forget what just happened and go back to the party, yeah? i’ll go get us some drinks-” he starts, but you cut him off saying, “no, rafe. tell me what you were doing to JJ before i came in. why are you acting like this? you never do this.” you say as the guys next to you laugh in pure disbelief about how clueless you are of his actions. it makes you feel stupid.

“i wasn’t doing anything, baby. you believe me right? i wouldn’t lie to you. now cmon let’s go enjoy the party.” you scoff at his blatant lie, grabbing his hand and dragging him to a nearby balcony where it’s now just the two of you. “why were those guys laughing when i said that? is this what it’s about? how everyone keeps telling me that you’re-”

“it doesn’t matter what everyone tells you, i-i treat you well don’t i? tonight was just a mistake and you should have never been there-” he rambles, starting to panic at your persistence. “and if i wasn’t? then what would have happened?” you argue.

“nothing- nothing would have happened.” he rubs his palms against his forehead, clearly stressed out. “it just feels like you’re hiding something from me. like everyone else knows something i don’t and they think i’m stupid.”

“who said you’re stupid? you’re not fuckin’ stupid- who the fuck said that to you?” rafe’s blood starts to boil again at the thought of someone belittling you like that over him. “that doesn’t matter, rafe. what matters is you telling me the truth. which you’re not doing.” you cross your arms.

“i am telling you the truth.”

“you swear?”

“i promise.”

“i can’t believe you can just lie to me like that!” you say, shaking your head and turning on your heels as rafe desperately tries to get a hold of your wrist. “hey wait- please you can’t just walk away, you’re seriously leaving because- because of what i did to some pogue? do you care about him more than me? is-is that what you’re saying right now?” he starts but you’re already walking away, leaving him a mess scrambling to follow you out.

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“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR”

MASTERLIST

“you don’t get to fuckin’ talk to me like that, do you understand?” rafe yells grabbing your wrist harshly. “rafe calm down please, you’re driving.” you say calmly but he violently swerves on the road. he lets out a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. “yeah i don’t think you fucking understand. i told you, all these guys want to do is take you home and fuck you. and you just fuckin’ sit there, giggling. you- you think that i’m- im some kind joke? is that what you think?”

you shake your head, rolling your eyes getting annoyed at his possessiveness. “jesus fuck rafe i told them i have a boyfriend. stop being so fucking insecure and drive me home.” rafe clenches his jaw, knuckles white on the steering wheel. he unlocks the car and abruptly stops driving.

“get the fuck out. you’re walking home.” your eyes widen. “you can’t do that rafe, i’m sorry okay? don’t fucking kick me out” he shakes his head once again, sticking his tongue against his cheek. “you don’t get to say sorry now. should’ve thought about that before you decided to act like a bitch.” he gets out from the car, walking over to your side and opening the door harshly. “get the fuck out of my car.”

your eyes start to well up with tears. “i’m not getting out rafe. please it’s so dark outside and my phone is about to die-” he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence as he yanks your arm, throwing your body out of the car. “i’ll talk to you at home.” he says, walking back to his seat, starting the car again. he doesn’t even look back at you once before driving off into the dark, leaving you on the ground with nothing but a phone on 3 percent.

you scramble to grab your phone, calling rafe. it goes straight to voice mail, over and over again. your fingers tremble with the phone from the adrenaline of the fight. you stand up from the pavement, now searching for your friends number but your phone dies. “fuck fuck fuck…” you mutter underneath your breath.

inside his car two miles away, rafe sits parked at a red light. his phone buzzes again. and again. he glances down every time it rings, a pang of guilt in his chest seeing your name pop up repeatedly on the screen. but he ignores the calls and drives straight ahead. thirty minutes pass and you’re still walking on the dark road, not even sure if you’re going the right direction. meanwhile rafe reaches tannyhill, expecting you to come walking home soon after having ‘learnt your lesson.’

twenty more minutes pass by. and then another thirty. rafe paces around the living room, checking his phone every thirty seconds. you were supposed to be home by now, apologizing and him giving you a kiss telling you ‘that’s what happens if you don’t listen’ and that he ‘only wants the best for you.’ but instead you’re nowhere to be seen.

he sits on the couch, elbows on his knees staring at his phone screen. his mind races of thoughts of what could have happened to you, panic starting to rise in his chest. his breaths get quicker and his hands start to shake, every possible scenario flicking through his mind. “FUCK!” he shouts, his voice echoing through the empty house. he grabs his phone and starts dialing your number but each call drops. his chest tightens and the anger from before is replaced by clawing fear.

he’s on his feet again in seconds, scrambling to grab his keys off the counter. he leaves the house not even locking the door behind him. rafe tears out of the driveway, tires screeching against the concrete. his hands shake on the wheel as he drives back towards where he kicked you out, heart pounding in his chest. “please..please just fucking be here” he whispers to himself, but theres no sign of you anywhere. he jumps out the car, frantically looking around the area. “fuck. FUCK!” he yells, voice cracking with panic and guilt.

he rushes back in the car and starts driving immediately, searching every alley and driveway. he yells your name for what feels like a thousand times before he spots some lady walking down the street. “excuse me have you seen a girl around here-” he rambles, frantically describing your features. the woman only shakes her head, walking away like he’s insane. “useless fuck.” he mutters, getting out of the car and searching for you on his feet.

after about fifteen minutes of him running around the neighborhood, he spots you walking, shoulders shaking as you cry silently. he runs over to you, embracing you in his arms so tightly before you even process what’s happening. “where the fuck were you? i’ve been looking for you everywhere you had me worried sick baby.” he whispers to you, pulling back from the hug to examine your face. you look towards the ground, pushing him away. “no- no fuck you.” you let out.

“i’m so sorry baby i shouldn’t have- i shouldn’t have left you like that. you know how i get right? i get all fired up and- and i can’t think straight and i make these decisions- bad decisions and-” you weakly cry into his chest, so exhausted. “just take me home rafe. i just want to go home.” you whisper. he nods, hand on your waist guiding you to his car. “i promise i’ll never do that again baby. im so sorry. please forgive me.”

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RAFE HAS A CRUSH ON WHEEZIE’S BABYSITTER

MASTERLIST

rafe’s voice echoed through the house as he unknowingly thud down the stairs. “wheezie, seriously- what the fuck did i say about having people over.. it’s fuckin’ 9 in the morning.” his eyes widen slightly when he finally sees you in the kitchen next to wheezie, baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

“uh.. hey sorry i didn’t-” rafe stumbles on his words as wheezie snorts, clearly amused. she had caught onto rafe’s crush on you ever since you first babysat her a few months ago. but for whatever reason, rafe had become more and more awkward with you as time went by. “yeah? what about having people over?” she teases as you mix the dough cluelessly next to her.

“shut ur mouth” he quickly mouths to her when you’re not looking. rafe leans against the kitchen counter, trying way too hard to look casual. “uh…smells good.” he coughs out. “thanks rafe. hopefully i don’t burn them like last time” you joke. he responds with a short laugh as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly.

“jeez rafe did you forget how to socialize? or is it just because you have a big fat crush on-” rafe rushes over to wheezie, clamping his hand over her mouth before she can say anything more. “ignore her. she gets a little crazy in the morning” he says, wheezie slapping his hand away from her face.

“i do not get crazy in the morning. i don’t even know why i need a babysitter, i mean im 14. no offense by the way” she says turning to you. “none taken” you smile. “i just know it’s because rose hates me and doesn’t want me to have freedom” wheezie says as she rolls her eyes. “but it’s fine, rafe really likes having you around anyways.”

your cheeks turn pink as your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “huh? what does that even mean?” you look up at rafe, who is now shooting daggers at wheezie and whispering something underneath his breath. “she just means that uh- that-” he gets cut off by wheezie who just can’t hold it in anymore. “i mean that rafe has a huge crush on you.” your eyes widen as you look over at rafe who stands with his face buried in his palms. you can see how red his face is through his fingers.

“i- i gotta go. topper n kelce are waiting for me at the country club” he quickly replies, grabbing his car keys off the counter and heading to the door. “wheezie im gonna fuckin kill you later” he says as he gives you a awkward smile and closes the door behind him.

“what the hell was that?” you ask wheezie stifling a laugh. “i didn’t even lie, i mean he does have a fat crush on you. it’s so obvious like our entire family knows it at this point. sarah pointed it out at first and i was like no way.. but then i noticed he started getting all blushy and shy when you come over..i was like ew but then-” she starts to ramble as you cut her off. “okay okay stop” you say as your ears turn red in disbelief.