series summary: Rafe Cameron is never one to turn down a challenge. When his best friend makes a bet with him for the summer, he doesn’t say no. After all, he’s known for the trail of broken hearts that he leaves in his path. And there’s no way that this one could be any different… Right?
a/n: hi all!!! welcome to my new series, one that i am incredibly proud of and so excited for. i hope you all enjoy, let me know any thoughts that you have on it, and happy reading my lovelies!!
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warnings: (updated as series goes) swearing, drug use, underage drinking, mentions of abusive parents, mentions of violence and fighting, implied sexual scenarios
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a/n: this was way better before i had to rewrite it and its not my favorite ever but oh welllll. enjoy a little jealous and mad rafe after theyve gotten back together <3
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“And this is where the magic happens.”
Rafe’s tall figure leads you into his dorm room, his free arm opening in some sort of grand gesture at the small space. His bed was tucked into the corner, neatly made and covered with a large fuzzy blanket, one that you knew he went and purchased simply because you would want it.
“The magic, huh?” you tease and lightly nudge his bicep as you walk past him. “And would that magic be card tricks or making a rabbit appear out of a hat?”
Rafe raises an eyebrow as he places your bag down beside his bed, a smirk slowly making its way onto your face.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” you coyly smile, hopping onto the edge of his bed. “Just that Dylan told Quinn how shocking it was that the Rafe Cameron never brought a single girl back to his dorm. And never went back to any of theirs either.”
Rafe’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he stares at you, his eyes never leaving your figure as you lay back against the blanket.
“Well, I—I mean—”
“Relax, baby,” you smile and hold a hand out to him, eagerly intertwining your fingers with his. “I think it’s cute.”
“Yeah?”
You hum in agreement, leaning onto your elbow when he lays down beside you. “The fact that Rafe Cameron, fuckboy of Kildare Island, hasn’t slept with a single person because he was hung up on little ole’ me?”
The corners of your mouth tug up into a slight smirk when he rolls his eyes, tongue pressed against his cheek as he suppresses whatever smartass comment he wants to make.
“It’s adorable, really,” you whisper so low it can barely be heard, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
Rafe hums lightly, his arm tightly wrapping around your waist, hand pressed dangerously low on your back as he pulls you on top of him.
“I love you too, sweet girl,” he whispers, pecking your lips once more before pulling back. “And as much as I would kill to lay here and love on you, Dylan will actually come to kick our asses if we aren’t at the party. We’re already getting a late start as it is.”
“Hey,” you defend, raising up to point a finger at him. “I’m not the one who bought that late of a flight. That was all you, big guy.”
“Told me you didn’t wanna miss school,” he shrugs and presses his lips against your nose, hands coming down to lightly pat your ass. “Now go get ready. I’ll give you an hour.”
A scoff passes your lips as you slowly bring your body to sit up in his lap. “An hour? Do you know me at all?”
“I do,” he nods and smirks. “And you’re not taking any longer than that. Don’t want all those horny freshmen thinking they could get you in their bed, not even for a second.”
Slowly sliding your body off the bed, you pointedly raise an eyebrow at him as you walk over to your bag. “Aren’t you a horny freshman though?”
A chuckle rumbles from deep within Rafe’s chest, his eyes darting towards your figure. “I am,” he nods, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “But you will be in my bed. There’s the difference.”
And though you would never give Rafe the satisfaction of knowing so, he was right. Of course.
Though you had never viewed yourself as anything special, always assuming you were just average, it was far from the truth. And a pretty, new face around a party filled with frat guys who had consumed far too much alcohol and too many drugs for their own good was bound to be some kind of trouble.
You were later than intended, having had to change your outfit three separate times with Rafe’s comments. (“That one is ending up on the ground before we even leave my room, baby.” and “Absolutely not. One wrong move and the whole house would get a peek at what’s mine. Don’t wanna end up beating anyone’s ass tonight to defend your honor.”)
It was nearing ten by the time you actually made it to the frat house, Rafe’s arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner—though you didn’t really mind.
“Wow, you two actually made it,” Dylan smiles as you approach where he’s standing. “Figured Rafe would be keeping you couped up in the room all weekend.”
“Yeah, like you wouldn’t come drag us out if I tried,” Rafe mutters, his fingers gripping onto the skin of your waist even tighter.
“Damn right I would have,” Dylan nods and shrugs. “I’m next on the pong table if you wanna be my partner. Think Matthews and Landon are playing us.”
He pauses for a moment, eyes flicking to your face as a slow smirk forms. “Although, I have heard that Y/l/n’s kicked your ass a time or two before.”
Rafe lets out a scoff as he shakes his head, taking a small step to the side to grab a White Claw from a cooler for you. “Yeah, because I let her win.”
“Don’t be a sore loser, baby,” you smile, popping the tab on the can when you take it from him. “It’s really unbecoming.”
“Extremely unbecoming, Cameron,” Dylan agrees, holding his hands up in defense when Rafe shoots a glare at him.
“Go play,” you whisper, leaning onto your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to the edge of his jaw. “I’m social enough to make some friends while you’re busy.”
“Don’t need to make friends when you have me.”
With a roll of your eyes and a light push against his chest (and many, many small pecks to your lips with the promise of not taking too long), Rafe eventually gives in and follows Dylan to the table. Bringing your can to your lips for a long sip, you allow a few moments to look over the room, attempting to gauge who the most welcoming and friendly of the girls scattered around were.
“Excuse me.”
You turn around at the soft voice, a slight smile on your lips as you look at the girl beside you. Her eyes are jade green, blonde hair flowing in waves around her face and reminding you so oddly of Caroline that it was shocking.
“Sorry, I just saw you walk in with Rafe earlier and, well…” she trails off and shrugs a little. “Just assumed you were Y/n.”
“You know who I am?” you ask, brows furrowing as she smiles and nods.
“God, all he does is talk about you and how incredible and beautiful you are and how much he misses you,” she laughs and holds out the hand that isn’t holding her drink. “I’m Macy. I’m dating Cody.”
It takes a moment to flicker through the numerous names and faces you had met while simply walking into the frat, a slow realization dawning over you.
“Oh, yeah,” you nod and smile. “Rafe’s talked about him before. He’s the brunette one playing with them, right?”
“Yup,” she nods, popping the ‘p’. “That’s my idiot. Sorry for just barging in. You just looked like you could use a friend for the time being.”
“I appreciate it,” you smile and nod, leaning back against the wall you were standing in front of. “So I assume you go here as well?”
Falling into a conversation with her was seamless, her easygoing demeanor and kind eyes reminding you all too well of the friends you had back home. You had slowly ventured further from Rafe the longer you talked, simply following Macy’s path around the house, allowing her to introduce you to numerous other people scattered around.
“And that one over there, she’s a complete bitch, if I’m honest,” Macy mutters, pointing vaguely in the direction of some bleach-blonde girl telling a story far too loudly. “She’s dated at least three of the brothers, but—”
“I thought that was you, Mace.”
Her eyes nearly roll back into her head before plastering on a smile and spinning around.
“Hi, Hayden,” she nods and takes a small step back.
“You gonna introduce me to your friend?”
His eyes finally met yours, the smirk adorning his lips feeling more condescending than anything you had ever felt before.
With a quick glance at you and what you can only assume is an apologetic smile, Macy sighs deeply. “Hayden, this is Y/n. Y/n, Hayden Brooks.”
“Y/n?” he murmurs softly and sucks the back of his teeth for a moment. “I’ve heard that name somewhere before.”
“I uh, I’m dating Rafe,” you smile slightly and tuck some hair behind your ear. You swear you can see his eyes darken slightly at the mention of your boyfriend’s name, the nerves he was already sending down your spine increasing tenfold.
“Ah, Cameron’s girl,” he nods, bringing his cup to his lips with a small chuckle.
Hazarding a glance across the room, you suck in a deep breath when you no longer see Rafe around the beer pong table.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
Macy opens her mouth to respond when a yell of her name drags her attention away, a low groan falling from her lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll be right back,” she whispers and shoots Hayden a look. “Don’t be an asshole to her.”
“Me?” he feigns innocence, smirking as he watches her walk away. “You’ll have to forgive her. We have quite a bit of history.”
“Oh, did you two date?”
“Date? No,” he shoots you an incredulous look, chuckling softly. “We just hooked up for a while before she got with Cody.”
You give him a soft hum, taking another sip from your can before glancing around the party once more, hoping to find Rafe—or even Dylan, at this point.
“So,” Hayden begins, raising an eyebrow in your direction. “How long have you and Cameron been together?”
“Uh, not quite a year yet,” you smile softly and shrug. “We broke up for a bit right when he started here and got back together.”
“Yeah, I heard about that. He did something pretty fucked up, didn’t he?”
“Why would you think that?” you ask, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at him.
“No reason,” he shrugs. “Just heard some shit through the grapevine about it all.”
You study his face for a few seconds, chewing on the corner of your lip. “No offense, but it’s really none of your business what happened between us.”
“I agree,” he nods and smirks at you. “But I just think you deserve someone who would treat you a hell of a lot better than he did.”
“And who would that be? You?” you ask, a scoff falling from your lips at his insinuation. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are but—”
“Hey, baby,” Rafe’s low voice comes up behind you, his hand falling into the curve of your waist.
He presses a soft kiss to your temple before looking up at Hayden, his jaw tightening slightly. “Brooks, you better not be annoying my girl.”
“No, not at all,” Hayden denies with a shake of his head. “Just telling her that if she ever needed someone to treat her right, I was always available.”
You can feel Rafe’s body tense behind you, his chest moving against your back as he sucks in a deep breath.
“Yeah? Think you could treat her better than me?”
“Rafe,” you warn, turning slightly in his hold and pressing your empty hand to his chest. “Come on, let’s just go find Dylan.”
“No, honey, let him say whatever he wants to say.”
Releasing a deep sigh and knowing there won’t be anything to pull him away just yet, you turn back and relax slightly against his chest, glancing up at Hayden.
“Come on, Cameron,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s no secret around here that you’re the one who fucked up. Not really a shock to me, but with a girl who looks like that—” he allows his forefinger to flicker down the length of your body, “—you can’t really afford to screw up too many times.”
Rafe releases a deep chuckle then, placing his other hand on your hip to move you to the side. “What the fuck did you just say about her?”
Your eyes, frantic and wide, meet Dylan’s across the room. With a slight nod of your head at his best friend beside you, jaw clenched and fists bunching at his sides, Dylan quickly takes a few strides across the room and steps in front of Rafe.
“Why don’t we go cool off outside, bud?” he asks and raises his eyebrows, the hand on Rafe’s chest slowly pushing him back and creating distance between him and Hayden. “Yeah?”
Rafe takes one glance at you, at the pleading look on your face, and releases a harsh breath through his nose before stalking outside.
“Thank you,” you whisper and give Dylan a small smile.
“Like I said Y/n, come find me whenever you want a real man,” Hayden says from behind you, the smirk on his face evident through his words.
“Fuck you.”
With that, you turn on your heel, retreating in the same direction that your boyfriend had gone. His hand was already running through his hair, the baseball cap he had on his head thrown somewhere on the lawn.
“Rafe,” you say sternly, walking up to him and grabbing one of his hands in yours. “Hey, relax. He was just trying to get under your skin.”
He scoffs lightly, shaking his head as he bites down on his lip. “Yeah, I know. And I was fine until he brought you into it and started talking about you like that.”
“And all he was looking for was some kind of a reaction.”
“Well he fucking got it,” he whispers, closing his eyes for a few seconds and sighing. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted a fun night out and—"
“Hey,” you interrupt, hand coming up to cup Rafe’s jaw and bringing his face down to meet your gaze.
“I don’t mind. I mean hell, you were defending my honor. What girl would be mad about that?” you whisper in an attempt to make him smile.
“Still,” Rafe mutters, attempting to cut his eyes back to the house. “I should have knocked his ass out for it, I—”
You lean up quickly, pressing your lips against his to quiet him. He slowly relaxes against your body, his jaw unclenching underneath your hand as he kisses you back.
You pull back so that your lips are still faintly brushing his. “You know, you’re really hot when you’re mad,” you whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod, catching your bottom lip between your teeth when he slips his fingers under the sides of your shirt, lightly skimming over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their path.
“Now, what were you saying earlier about my clothes ending up on your floor?” you murmur. “Still stand by that?”
youre so good. new blurb a definite 10/10. never failing to bless us kendall. hoping you had a great day and an even better one tomorrow. so thankful for your existence. love u girly🥰🥰🥰🥰
awwww thank you so much my love!! i hope you have an incredible day as well, love u bunches and bunches ❤️❤️
you should totally do a silent love blurb based after part 7-mid part 8 where rafe is looking a picture of y/n while he’s still staying at dylan’s house. only if ur up for it ofc🥰
i just posted a blurb based on this ask!! for whatever reason i couldnt find it when i was drafting it, but its up now love!
a/n: thank you all for being so patient while i got through finals. nursing school is no fucking joke i can tell u that. heres a blurb inspired by an ask from @wardcameronssneakylink that i cannot find for the life of me. i hope you all enjoy!!
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Dylan was positive he had only seen Rafe this distraught once in his life before—when his mom passed away.
It was a period of his life when Dylan was fearful for what would become of his best friend, and it had never been rivaled by any other moment until now. He knew that Rafe was a goner for you, he could see it through the twinkle in his eye every time he looked at you.
He’s not even sure that Rafe was currently aware of his presence as he slipped through the crack in the sliding door. He was slouched in the deck chair, glass of whiskey gripped tightly in his left hand and phone in his right.
“Dude, it’s two in the morning,” Dylan mumbles, rounding the deck chairs and taking a seat across from Rafe. “What the hell are you doing out here?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” Rafe mutters, thumb swiping against his screen.
It hadn’t even been two full days since the party, but he had yet to leave Dylan’s house. He couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted nothing more than to be with you, whether that was at your house or his. And going home to an empty room with no sight of you, especially in the hell that was his house, wasn’t an option in his eyes.
“What are you even doing on your phone?” Dylan’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, his tone careful and low as he cautiously eyed Rafe’s features. “You better not be texting her. You know it won’t make it any better if you don’t give her space.”
“I wouldn’t need to give her space if we had never made the fucking bet,” Rafe whispers and shakes his head, momentarily closing his eyes.
“You can’t change the past,” Dylan states simply, releasing a long sigh as Rafe begins swiping on his phone again. “Seriously, what the fuck are you doing?”
Before Rafe can register it, Dylan leans over and swipes his phone from his hand, settling back in his chair and attempting to ignore Rafe’s complaints. Shifting his eyes down to the phone, he releases a sigh.
“Staring at pictures of her? Do you seriously think that’s going to help your current mood any?”
Rafe stays silent, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he shrugs. “It’s the only thing I have left of her.”
And it was. It was the sole reminder of what he once had, of how happy he once was. He knew the liquor coursing through his veins was doing nothing to help, nor was staring at picture after picture of you—but he couldn’t stop himself. With every swipe of his thumb, another memory would flash through his mind and another crack would run through his heart.
“Christ, man,” Dylan mutters and shakes his head. He glances up for a few seconds, the slight glisten of tears visible in Rafe’s eyes making his heart clench slightly. “This is an entire album of pictures. This isn’t going to do you any good. All it’s doing is reminding you and making you more upset.”
“Nothing that I do is going to do me any good,” Rafe snaps, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a long sip. “The only fucking thing that will is her.”
He stares down at the glass, slowly tracing his forefinger across the rim. “I don’t think any of you understand how much I loved her. How much I still do. And how much I fucking hate myself for hurting her like that. For betraying her and breaking her heart like I did.”
A small chuckle falls into the air as Dylan shakes his head. “Considering I’ve known you for nearly my entire life and I’ve never seen you this way about someone before, I do.” He shrugs, slowly sliding Rafe’s phone back across the table.
“You don’t,” he whispers and shakes his head. “She was the best thing to ever happen to me and I fucked it all up.”
“Look,” Dylan begins, “I’m not gonna lie and say that you didn’t fuck up a little. But it wasn’t completely your fault, and you know it. I’ll take all of the blame for the way it went down, I was the one who made the bet with you to begin with. You called that shit off as soon as you realized your feelings for her.”
“I shouldn’t have even said yes in the first place.”
“And Colton shouldn’t have told her knowing that it wasn’t his place to do so,” Dylan shrugs and stands up, noticing the tick in his jaw at the mention of Colton’s name. “She just needs time, man, that’s it. She’ll come around.”
“What if she doesn’t? What if I ruined everything forever?”
“Rafe, I can promise you one thing,” he says and offers him a small smile with a pat on the shoulder. “That girl loves you more than anything. And this didn’t erase all of the love that she has for you, I can assure you of that. Give her some time and some space and she’ll talk to you when she’s ready.”
He paused as he stepped through the threshold into the house, glancing back for a moment. “And be quiet when you come in. I’m not gonna stop Quinn from beating your ass if you wake her up when you come inside. It’s way too late for all of that shit right now.”
He left Rafe alone with his thoughts then, the cool breeze blowing onto the deck ruffling the unwashed and unkempt hair on his head. He knew Dylan was right, he just needed to give you time and pray that you would forgive him. He didn’t know what he would do with himself if you never did.
Because you were it for him. You were his endgame, the only one he wanted, and no matter how long it took, he would wait every second with bated breath if it meant you came back to him.
But for now, he remained stuck in the same spot, his eyes drinking in every inch of you through the pictures he had taken. And as much as he hated himself at the moment, he thanked whatever being there was for taking every single picture—for giving him a reminder that at least at some point, for a few fleeting moments, he had you.
with finals FINALLY ending next monday, i’ll be posting part one of my new series next week!! i’m super excited about this one and all that i have planned for it so far.
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p.s.- ill also be posting 2 silent love blurbs next week okay love u all
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