Lucas does NOT knock. That concept left his brain years ago.
So you’re vibing in your lil half-dead sleep coma, drooling on your pillow, dreaming about absolutely nothing productive—
when suddenly:
“WAKE UP, BITCHASS!”
Your soul leaves your body.
From somewhere down the hallway your mom yells,
“LANGUAGE, LUCAS!”
And this man, sorry THIS BOY does the fakest, most defeated apology known to mankind:
“...sorry mom.”
Then he YEETS himself onto your bed like a flying squirrel.
The mattress catapults you straight off the edge and you hit the floor with the most pathetic “oof” known to siblings across America.
You’re on the ground, hair in your mouth, blanket wrapped around your leg like a python, knees throbbing because gravity personally attacked you today.
You glare up at him through pure morning rage:
“Fuck you, Luke.”
"love you tooo sis" stretching the o in too as if it will make the comment real.
You drag yourself upright on the floor, pushing your hair out of your face while your eyes are still not open cause this bitch has opened the curtains, so you're basically blinded.
You unlock your phone, see the time, and immediately whirl on Lucas like he just committed a war crime.
“WHY did you wake me up so early?”
He doesn’t even look up.
This man is sprawled across YOUR bed, using YOUR pillow, scrolling his phone like he pays rent.
“It’s 9:30, bro,” he says, totally unfazed.
“You always wake up at 9. I was being generous waking you up after thirty minutes.”
You blink at him. Hard.
“I went to bed at like 2:30.”
That gets his attention. He sits up, dramatic gasp and all.
“No way you were awake till 2:30. No way.”
“I was studying. Shut up.”
Lucas snorts so loud it rattles your window.
“Nahhhhh. You don’t study at 2:30. You’re the type of person who wakes up at 5 a.m. to revise.”
You roll your eyes so hard they almost detach.
“I was studying with someone.”
He doesn’t even hesitate.
“You don’t have friends.”
You smack him with a pillow.
“I have friends! I have Maya!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t have friends who study.”
“Stop talking, you’re giving me a headache.” You say while you rub your temples
Lucas immediately ignores you.
“C’monnnn, who was it?”
You glare at him.
“You’re awfully interested for someone who gags when I ask how his day went.”
He shrugs.
“Yeah, yeah—fuck me, whatever. Who was it?”
You sigh, defeated.
“…Rafe Cameron.”
Lucas freezes.
Like full-body shutdown.
Like his soul just CTRL+ALT+DELETED.
Then
“WAIT!!!! WAIT!!! YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT RICHIE RICH FOOTBALL PLAYER RAFE CAMERON??”
He sits up so fast your mattress squeaks.
“NO WAY IN HELL HE'S YOUR FRIEND??”
You smack him with the blanket.
“We’re not friends. he just… texted me by accident.”
Lucas is staring at you like you just told him you were dating Batman.
“Nah. No way. No way you’re out here casually texting Mr. Trust Fund Concussion Protocol like it’s normal.”
Because the Universe and everything in it is against you, our phone starts vibrating on your nightstand, and before you can even grab it, Lucas SNATCHES it like a seagull stealing fries.
“MAYA’S CALLING PERFECT TIMING.”
“Lucas I swear to god.”
He hits accept.
Maya’s voice blasts through the speaker, already chaotic at 9:32 a.m.:
“HEYYY BITCH”
Lucas LEAPS off the bed like he’s been possessed.
“DID YOU KNOW THIS BITCH IS TALKING TO RAFE MOTHERFUCKING CAMERON?”
There’s a dead pause on Maya’s end.
Like one full second of silence where you can FEEL her brain buffering.
“HELLO???”
She’s screaming so loud you have to hold the phone away.
“TALKING—TALKING??”
“LIKE TALKING TALKING???”
“YOU? WITH RAFE CAMERON??”
You grab the phone back from Lucas.
“NO. NO. Not like that."
Maya cuts you off IMMEDIATELY.
“No, because girl, that man is the BIGGEST WHORE in the tri-county area. Like if chlamydia had a spokesperson..”
“Guys. It was one study call.”
Maya gasps like you just confessed a crime.
“A STUDY CALL?? WITH HIM??HE STUDIES"
Lucas is now pacing like he’s delivering a TED Talk.
“He had OPTIONS. Do you know how many girls would literally bark for him? And he picked YOU?”
“Oh my god PLEASE BE NORMAL.”you say tired as hell
Maya squeaks like a mouse, “No baby because this is basically marriage.”
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a lil introduction for my fav babies maya and lucas
Lucas does NOT knock. That concept left his brain years ago.
So you’re vibing in your lil half-dead sleep coma, drooling on your pillow, dreaming about absolutely nothing productive—
when suddenly:
“WAKE UP, BITCHASS!”
Your soul leaves your body.
From somewhere down the hallway your mom yells,
“LANGUAGE, LUCAS!”
And this man, sorry THIS BOY does the fakest, most defeated apology known to mankind:
“...sorry mom.”
Then he YEETS himself onto your bed like a flying squirrel.
The mattress catapults you straight off the edge and you hit the floor with the most pathetic “oof” known to siblings across America.
You’re on the ground, hair in your mouth, blanket wrapped around your leg like a python, knees throbbing because gravity personally attacked you today.
You glare up at him through pure morning rage:
“Fuck you, Luke.”
"love you tooo sis" stretching the o in too as if it will make the comment real.
You drag yourself upright on the floor, pushing your hair out of your face while your eyes are still not open cause this bitch has opened the curtains, so you're basically blinded.
You unlock your phone, see the time, and immediately whirl on Lucas like he just committed a war crime.
“WHY did you wake me up so early?”
He doesn’t even look up.
This man is sprawled across YOUR bed, using YOUR pillow, scrolling his phone like he pays rent.
“It’s 9:30, bro,” he says, totally unfazed.
“You always wake up at 9. I was being generous waking you up after thirty minutes.”
You blink at him. Hard.
“I went to bed at like 2:30.”
That gets his attention. He sits up, dramatic gasp and all.
“No way you were awake till 2:30. No way.”
“I was studying. Shut up.”
Lucas snorts so loud it rattles your window.
“Nahhhhh. You don’t study at 2:30. You’re the type of person who wakes up at 5 a.m. to revise.”
You roll your eyes so hard they almost detach.
“I was studying with someone.”
He doesn’t even hesitate.
“You don’t have friends.”
You smack him with a pillow.
“I have friends! I have Maya!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t have friends who study.”
“Stop talking, you’re giving me a headache.” You say while you rub your temples
Lucas immediately ignores you.
“C’monnnn, who was it?”
You glare at him.
“You’re awfully interested for someone who gags when I ask how his day went.”
He shrugs.
“Yeah, yeah—fuck me, whatever. Who was it?”
You sigh, defeated.
“…Rafe Cameron.”
Lucas freezes.
Like full-body shutdown.
Like his soul just CTRL+ALT+DELETED.
Then
“WAIT!!!! WAIT!!! YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT RICHIE RICH FOOTBALL PLAYER RAFE CAMERON??”
He sits up so fast your mattress squeaks.
“NO WAY IN HELL HE'S YOUR FRIEND??”
You smack him with the blanket.
“We’re not friends. he just… texted me by accident.”
Lucas is staring at you like you just told him you were dating Batman.
“Nah. No way. No way you’re out here casually texting Mr. Trust Fund Concussion Protocol like it’s normal.”
Because the Universe and everything in it is against you, our phone starts vibrating on your nightstand, and before you can even grab it, Lucas SNATCHES it like a seagull stealing fries.
“MAYA’S CALLING PERFECT TIMING.”
“Lucas I swear to god.”
He hits accept.
Maya’s voice blasts through the speaker, already chaotic at 9:32 a.m.:
“HEYYY BITCH”
Lucas LEAPS off the bed like he’s been possessed.
“DID YOU KNOW THIS BITCH IS TALKING TO RAFE MOTHERFUCKING CAMERON?”
There’s a dead pause on Maya’s end.
Like one full second of silence where you can FEEL her brain buffering.
“HELLO???”
She’s screaming so loud you have to hold the phone away.
“TALKING—TALKING??”
“LIKE TALKING TALKING???”
“YOU? WITH RAFE CAMERON??”
You grab the phone back from Lucas.
“NO. NO. Not like that."
Maya cuts you off IMMEDIATELY.
“No, because girl, that man is the BIGGEST WHORE in the tri-county area. Like if chlamydia had a spokesperson..”
“Guys. It was one study call.”
Maya gasps like you just confessed a crime.
“A STUDY CALL?? WITH HIM??HE STUDIES"
Lucas is now pacing like he’s delivering a TED Talk.
“He had OPTIONS. Do you know how many girls would literally bark for him? And he picked YOU?”
“Oh my god PLEASE BE NORMAL.”you say tired as hell
Maya squeaks like a mouse, “No baby because this is basically marriage.”
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a lil introduction for my fav babies maya and lucas
It’s always concerning when the popular guy starts showing you attention — especially when the reasons he’s popular aren’t exactly legal.
But well talking to rafe Cameron on text and in real life was weird, felt like some weird boundary was being crossed.
And yet, here you were. Sitting next to Rafe Cameron in econ because, apparently, the universe had a personal vendetta against you. No other seat was free of course.
rafe snarked, while manspreading, "Shit, if isn't Tyler"
You groaned. "Don't mention that loser to me i almost failed a class cause of that fucker"
Tyler was one of the biggest losers in school and possibly out of all the people you've ever met cause how does someone not do anything for a project worth 70% of your grade and then sell it for 50 bucks to his best friend?
"Please tell me you made him lick the dick off of your car" you said, half-joking, half-serious. “I need to see that bitch suffer."
"Didn't know soo many people hated him"
"Oh well everyone should"
"Bitchass didn't come to school today after i called him after u gave me his number, fucking pussy"
You barely had time to roll your eyes before the guy in front of you turned around and shushed the hell out of you both. That’s when you realized Mrs. Smith had already started talking — something about market equilibrium, which knowing her would turn into her ranting about her husband and how much she hated him.
You can’t really judge Rafe Cameron, mostly cause you’ve never actually talked to him. Not properly, anyway. Just passing interactions, shared classes, and that one random text conversation that somehow happened.
Still, everyone knew his reputation. The people he hung out with, the parties, the rumors — and the fact that his two main hobbies were drugs and girls.
So when he texts you again asking for help for the eco test Mrs. smith casually mentioned at the end of the class when everyone was either sleeping, zoning out or on their phone.
Oh well atleast you have a study partner, Econ is the absolute worst and the worlds worst teacher is teaching is you the course
some doom scrolling and some more, is disturbed by seeing your face and a contact you never thought would be calling you at midnight.
Part 2
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MASTERLIST
SUMMARY - one text cant change you whole senior year now can it? maybe it can if its from the one and only Rafe fucking Cameron
unknown - istg if u ever pull that shit with me again imma come to your house and fuck you up
you - hello??
unknown - wtf u mean hello??
unknown - tyler im not joking
you - this isnt tyler wtf bro
unknown - stop this shit man
unknown - atleast own up to it
you - bitch i dont know who you is
you - im not tyler
you - and i havent pulled some shit with anyone since a week
unknown - i got the wrong number for fucks sake
unknown - and who tf are you
you - i aint telling a stranger who i am
you - what did this tyler do to you
unknown - spraypainted a dick on my truck
you- oml same shit happened to a guy in my school.
you - wait
you - are you rafe fucking cameron
unknown - oh fuck this
unknown - youre from obx and go to kildare
you - u think u have a fanfollowing big enough for anyone outside of kildare to know who you are
unknown - i think u should stfu
unknown - now you can tell me who you are
you - im y/n
unknown - shit you in my eco class and maths
you - yeah
you - well all the best on how youre gonna deal with the dick on your car
you - Mr. Collins wont be happy seeing that pull into the parking
unknown - that dick faced tyler will lick it clean
you - says the guy who couldnt even get the correct number
you - 984XXXXX54
you - tyler
you - worked with him on a project
you - fucked the whole shit up
rafe - thanks bro
part 1
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if u want specific warnings I'm leaving them down read them if u dont want spoilers
xes lautca on dna ??gnilddarts , gnipmuh yrd , yalp elppin ,cilbup ni ytidun ,msinoitibihxe
(just flip this and you'll get the spoilers)
You're both in the library studying cause facetimes wasn't perfect you both started doom scrolling whenever the other one was distracted, so each of your phones were with the other person.
Rafe thought he will lock the fuck in today but your tank top dipped so low he couldn't stop staring ,they were just right there and at the end of the day he was just a guy.
You caught on obviously you did, he wasn't exactly being subtle about it, "You know if u wanna see my tits you can just ask" Rafe froze, not knowing where you got this new confidence from.
"Nah, fuck I'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that" he shifts visibly feeling bad about staring and that you caught him
"No its fine" you say as you pull your top fully up ,your black lacy bra and how perfectly your tits sat in that genuinely could've sent him on edge but why the fuck would u do that , why the fuck would you stand up and walk towards him and straddle him in the matter of 5 seconds.
"You know I've been waiting for this, you're so hot rafe, can i?" you say while ghosting your hands over his semi hard over his pants.
He doesn't even know when he nods but he does, as your hands starts palming him over his jeans, his dick straining against it in the matter of seconds as you close the distance between your lips and kiss him, its fast, its hot, fully out of temptation and heat.
Rafe leaves all his doubt and starts kissing you back his hands trail over your waist over your back and one tugs at the strap of your bra with a quick breathy "yeah" from your side, he tugs it open your tits spilling out, his hands go to grab them squeezing, flicking.
He pinches your nipple causing you to groan and start moving your hips along his dick, you start dry humping him to get some friction against your heat.
Rafe takes the band of your sweatpants trying to tug them down , you lift your hips, to help him out, "fuck Rafe, please fuck me."
He puts you down his lap , opens his own belt and lets out his strained hard asf length which cause you to moan just by looking at it
he turns you around, presses your face against the deck, tugs down your panties, touching your wet folds, "fuck baby youre so wet" he says lining himself up and he pushes-
Beep-beep-beep! The alarm blared. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow, but the relentless buzzing won, dragging him out of sleep.
rafe manages to gets up and realises what he just dreamt about, looks down on on his painfully hard length, "fuck this"
he opens his phone maybe to help him distract himself GUESS WHAT HE SEES, TEXTS FROM YOU
rafe doesn't even realize why this is happening, okay he has gotten wet dreams before he is 18, his sex drive is on an all time high, obviously he's dreaming about pussy, but its always some celebrity or some faceless creature bouncing on him
SO WHY THE HELLYONTE, DID U HAVE TO POP UP IN THERE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
ITS NOT EVEN LIKE HES NOT GETTING PUSSY, HE JUST FINISHED YET ANOTHER FWB WITH A GIRL AND HE HAS 15 MORE PEOPLE TO START IT WITH
SO HIS SUBCONSIOUS MIND HAD 30 DIFFERENT PEOPLE TO HAVE A WET DREAM ABOUT AND NOT A GIRL HE FIRSTLY HAD NEVER EVEN TALKED TO BEFORE, EXCEPT A FEW TIMES IN CLASS, AND THAT TEXT CONVO WHICH WAS WEIRD BUT NOT REALLY, AND SECONDLY TEACHING HIM OR STUDYING TOGETHER (IDK) AND HE DESPERATELY NEEDED TO GET HIS GRADES UP HE CANT AFFORD TO FAIL ANOTHER YEAR.
AND YOU WERE ONE OF THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD HELP HIM
wait, its just a wet dream its not that big of a deal, its not like he will have a permanent boner around you right ? , and it doesnt even matter he cant fuck this up especially when his whole future is at stake here.
A/n - the sex is badly written on purpose cause its rafes subconscious mind writing it so no foreplay and the girl acting like she wants to be fucked bad.
content warning - sexual content down below, so please mdni
if u want specific warnings I'm leaving them down read them if u dont want spoilers
xes lautca on dna ??gnilddarts , gnipmuh yrd , yalp elppin ,cilbup ni ytidun ,msinoitibihxe
(just flip this and you'll get the spoilers)
You're both in the library studying cause facetimes wasn't perfect you both started doom scrolling whenever the other one was distracted, so each of your phones were with the other person.
Rafe thought he will lock the fuck in today but your tank top dipped so low he couldn't stop staring ,they were just right there and at the end of the day he was just a guy.
You caught on obviously you did, he wasn't exactly being subtle about it, "You know if u wanna see my tits you can just ask" Rafe froze, not knowing where you got this new confidence from.
"Nah, fuck I'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that" he shifts visibly feeling bad about staring and that you caught him
"No its fine" you say as you pull your top fully up ,your black lacy bra and how perfectly your tits sat in that genuinely could've sent him on edge but why the fuck would u do that , why the fuck would you stand up and walk towards him and straddle him in the matter of 5 seconds.
"You know I've been waiting for this, you're so hot rafe, can i?" you say while ghosting your hands over his semi hard over his pants.
He doesn't even know when he nods but he does, as your hands starts palming him over his jeans, his dick straining against it in the matter of seconds as you close the distance between your lips and kiss him, its fast, its hot, fully out of temptation and heat.
Rafe leaves all his doubt and starts kissing you back his hands trail over your waist over your back and one tugs at the strap of your bra with a quick breathy "yeah" from your side, he tugs it open your tits spilling out, his hands go to grab them squeezing, flicking.
He pinches your nipple causing you to groan and start moving your hips along his dick, you start dry humping him to get some friction against your heat.
Rafe takes the band of your sweatpants trying to tug them down , you lift your hips, to help him out, "fuck Rafe, please fuck me."
He puts you down his lap , opens his own belt and lets out his strained hard asf length which cause you to moan just by looking at it
he turns you around, presses your face against the deck, tugs down your panties, touching your wet folds, "fuck baby youre so wet" he says lining himself up and he pushes-
Beep-beep-beep! The alarm blared. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow, but the relentless buzzing won, dragging him out of sleep.
rafe manages to gets up and realises what he just dreamt about, looks down on on his painfully hard length, "fuck this"
he opens his phone maybe to help him distract himself GUESS WHAT HE SEES, TEXTS FROM YOU
rafe doesn't even realize why this is happening, okay he has gotten wet dreams before he is 18, his sex drive is on an all time high, obviously he's dreaming about pussy, but its always some celebrity or some faceless creature bouncing on him
SO WHY THE HELLYONTE, DID U HAVE TO POP UP IN THERE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
ITS NOT EVEN LIKE HES NOT GETTING PUSSY, HE JUST FINISHED YET ANOTHER FWB WITH A GIRL AND HE HAS 15 MORE PEOPLE TO START IT WITH
SO HIS SUBCONSIOUS MIND HAD 30 DIFFERENT PEOPLE TO HAVE A WET DREAM ABOUT AND NOT A GIRL HE FIRSTLY HAD NEVER EVEN TALKED TO BEFORE, EXCEPT A FEW TIMES IN CLASS, AND THAT TEXT CONVO WHICH WAS WEIRD BUT NOT REALLY, AND SECONDLY TEACHING HIM OR STUDYING TOGETHER (IDK) AND HE DESPERATELY NEEDED TO GET HIS GRADES UP HE CANT AFFORD TO FAIL ANOTHER YEAR.
AND YOU WERE ONE OF THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD HELP HIM
wait, its just a wet dream its not that big of a deal, its not like he will have a permanent boner around you right ? , and it doesnt even matter he cant fuck this up especially when his whole future is at stake here.
PART 4
A/n - the sex is badly written on purpose cause its rafes subconscious mind writing it so no foreplay and the girl acting like she wants to be fucked bad.
OH, FUCK THAT
Rafe Cameron x You
get to know the reader
The reader is intentionally left open-ended, so anyone can imagine themselves in this role.
Only some things are fixed which will be mentioned below
this is important for any reader to read before starting the story
!!! images are not depicting reader’s appearance. only capturing vibes !!!
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader is in her senior year of college (18 years of age)
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader is a born kook but never raised with the impression that she's rich.
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - she's been bsf with maya since forever they have pics in their diapers together
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - she may or may not have had a crush on topper when they were freshman cause he was really nice to her
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - has had bfs has done shit (just not sex) cause she wanted to be in love if she did that but her bfs were shit ass
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader has a younger brother (16) lucas, theyre close as hell , love each other but they wont ever admit that
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader smokes , its a hidden habit she started while dating her last bf and then she noticed it was getting bad so she broke up with him and stopped, but occasionally smokes when shes stressed about her grades and herself.
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader is a nerd full on, if u get her to yap about anything studies she will eat your ear off.
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - even so, you will find her at every single party drunk as hell
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader is hot as hell (yea girlie you're hot as hell)
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader has had some hookups which had everything except sex
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - readers parents are chill as hell but she still loves sneaking out cause she just wants to rebel even if she knows her parents wont care
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader loves rnb and totally transforms rafes rap playlist to brent faiyaz daniel ceaser.
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - reader loves love, even if she sometimes believe its not meant for her cause she sees people around her in love , and its never her , gets crushes on real red flags and just wants to feel loved
.·✩·.·¯⍣✩ - loves everyone with her whole self, consider it her parents , brother , bsf , and animals, shes fully devoted.
You picked up the call with a yawn halfway through your “hello,” phone angled weirdly as you tried to fix your hoodie and not look like you just rolled out of a coma.
Rafe’s smirk was instant with that lazy, knowing one that made you wanna throw your phone and yourself out the window.
“You can’t be that tired,” he said, voice low and rough from laughing. “It’s midnight, not 5 a.m.”
You squinted at him. “Why do you sound so awake? You on crack or just Cameron genetics?”
"Well crack and i go to sleep at like 3am" rafe answers, while you are thinking how you're always asleep by 11 or 12 max
"And how do you survive" "i don't, that's why I'm always sleeping in econ and not making notes" he says, angling his phone down to show you just the scribbled on heading and nothing else.
"I don't even have hope that either of us will pass" "oh we wont but at least youtube doesn't tell us how her husband again left the wet towel on bed."
God, this was weird.
You were on FaceTime with Rafe Cameron. At midnight. Talking about econ. Like this wasn’t the same guy people whispered about in the halls, the one who always had a new girl in his passenger seat and a new rumor attached to his name every week.
He shouldn’t be this… normal.
Whatever you had thought about Rafe Cameron actually came crashing down today cause what do you mean he actually studies and doesn't just cheat off the nerd in exams, what do you mean he actually has a humor and a personality other than breaking bones and snorting coke every party.
it didn't make sense-
“Okay,” he said suddenly, breaking your trance, “I officially hate this class less when you explain stuff.”
You snorted. “That’s not saying much.”
“I’m serious,” he said, eyes flicking back to you. “You make it sound like English instead of— whatever Mrs. Smith thinks she’s teaching.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “That’s because I don’t talk like I’m filing for divorce mid-sentence.”
Your mind is still crashing out cause he has so many friends ,like everyone wants to be his friend to be part of the cliche popular boys group who play football.
why did he choose you, and well you are awake past your bedtime, and that's basically on drugs for you so u ask, "Why did u choose me to study econ with?"
"Cause I can't trust none of my idiot friends to help me study they're only good enough to do shit with, but well I can trust topper, he studies too much ,but unfortunately he doesn't have econ so you're the next best option and you're chill I guess"
"Thank you for trusting me to be your second option , but i cant believe I'm under that bitch topper, you know this might sound pretty bad but i did not think you used to study."
"ugh well till last year i didn't but my dad never failed me to remind me how I'm gonna end up a druggie without even knowing about my drug problem if i keep failing and shit so yeah"
"i think your dads a psychic oh my lord, makes sense at least your better than the other guys you hangout with"
Rafe snorted, leaning back in his chair, that half-crooked grin still there. “Better is a strong word.”
“Yeah, but it’s true,” you said, stretching your arms over your head. “You at least have a brain cell. The rest of your crew’s sharing one like it’s a group project.”
He laughed, and you caught the sound through the tiny speaker unfiltered, real. It made your chest feel weirdly light.
“Topper’s the only one who’d even open a textbook,” he said. “Kelce thinks ‘econ’ is short for economy class on a flight.”
You giggled. “That tracks.”
"Nah, i didn't expect you to be such good company and you're funny, kinda"
“Kinda?” you echoed, mock-offended. “Wow. I’m literally carrying this whole FaceTime call with my humor.”
"me when I'm delusional as hell" rafe says, “So… if you’re done roasting my friends and getting roasted, can we get back to that graph thing? The one with the ... the wiggly curve.
You bit back a laugh. “You mean literally every graph in econ?”
“Yeah, that one.”
"I'm going to sleep after this, its 2 hours past my bedtime.", you say as you glance to the clock on your laptop thinking there is no way in hell you're waking up before noon tomorrow.
"Excuse me , 2 hours PAST , its not even 3 yet when do u sleep?"
"I sleep at 12 rarely I'm mostly in bed by 11", you saw while yawning, you're so tired oh my lord.
"No way I'm not even gonna dignify this by asking more questions , lets just do this graph so you can go sleep you're making me feel tired"
Half an hour more by forcing yourself to stay awake and that to for econ makes you wanna kill yourself but well at least its over you'll pass (barely) but pass..
"Okay so tomorrow again but at a better time, I don't need half sleeping y/n explaining me about GDP and economic growth" Rafe says by rubbing his face.
"Wait again, i thought this was a one time thing" you say
"there are literally 2 more chapters??"
"I'm gonna kill Mrs. Smith I swear to god"
"Ill kill her with you , you'll prolly forget the murder weapon right in her-"
"Hey! I've watched so many murder shit i know how to plan one and and get away with it" you say as you get interrupted by a yawn, "Fuck this I'm tired to even argue with a guy, I'm crashing ill talk to you tomorrow."
"Goodnight l/n"
"Goodnight Cameron"
PART 3
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It’s always concerning when the popular guy starts showing you attention — especially when the reasons he’s popular aren’t exactly legal.
But well talking to rafe Cameron on text and in real life was weird, felt like some weird boundary was being crossed.
And yet, here you were. Sitting next to Rafe Cameron in econ because, apparently, the universe had a personal vendetta against you. No other seat was free of course.
rafe snarked, while manspreading, "Shit, if isn't Tyler"
You groaned. "Don't mention that loser to me i almost failed a class cause of that fucker"
Tyler was one of the biggest losers in school and possibly out of all the people you've ever met cause how does someone not do anything for a project worth 70% of your grade and then sell it for 50 bucks to his best friend?
"Please tell me you made him lick the dick off of your car" you said, half-joking, half-serious. “I need to see that bitch suffer."
"Didn't know soo many people hated him"
"Oh well everyone should"
"Bitchass didn't come to school today after i called him after u gave me his number, fucking pussy"
You barely had time to roll your eyes before the guy in front of you turned around and shushed the hell out of you both. That’s when you realized Mrs. Smith had already started talking — something about market equilibrium, which knowing her would turn into her ranting about her husband and how much she hated him.
You can’t really judge Rafe Cameron, mostly cause you’ve never actually talked to him. Not properly, anyway. Just passing interactions, shared classes, and that one random text conversation that somehow happened.
Still, everyone knew his reputation. The people he hung out with, the parties, the rumors — and the fact that his two main hobbies were drugs and girls.
So when he texts you again asking for help for the eco test Mrs. smith casually mentioned at the end of the class when everyone was either sleeping, zoning out or on their phone.
Oh well atleast you have a study partner, Econ is the absolute worst and the worlds worst teacher is teaching is you the course
some doom scrolling and some more, is disturbed by seeing your face and a contact you never thought would be calling you at midnight.
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INTRODUCTION
SUMMARY - one text cant change you whole senior year now can it? maybe it can if its from the one and only Rafe fucking Cameron
unknown - istg if u ever pull that shit with me again imma come to your house and fuck you up
you - hello??
unknown - wtf u mean hello??
unknown - tyler im not joking
you - this isnt tyler wtf bro
unknown - stop this shit man
unknown - atleast own up to it
you - bitch i dont know who you is
you - im not tyler
you - and i havent pulled some shit with anyone since a week
unknown - i got the wrong number for fucks sake
unknown - and who tf are you
you - i aint telling a stranger who i am
you - what did this tyler do to you
unknown - spraypainted a dick on my truck
you- oml same shit happened to a guy in my school.
you - wait
you - are you rafe fucking cameron
unknown - oh fuck this
unknown - youre from obx and go to kildare
you - u think u have a fanfollowing big enough for anyone outside of kildare to know who you are
unknown - i think u should stfu
unknown - now you can tell me who you are
you - im y/n
unknown - shit you in my eco class and maths
you - yeah
you - well all the best on how youre gonna deal with the dick on your car
you - Mr. Collins wont be happy seeing that pull into the parking
unknown - that dick faced tyler will lick it clean
you - says the guy who couldnt even get the correct number
you - 984XXXXX54
you - tyler
you - worked with him on a project
you - fucked the whole shit up
rafe - thanks bro
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It’s always concerning when the popular guy starts showing you attention — especially when the reasons he’s popular aren’t exactly legal.
But well talking to rafe Cameron on text and in real life was weird, felt like some weird boundary was being crossed.
And yet, here you were. Sitting next to Rafe Cameron in econ because, apparently, the universe had a personal vendetta against you. No other seat was free of course.
rafe snarked, while manspreading, "Shit, if isn't Tyler"
You groaned. "Don't mention that loser to me i almost failed a class cause of that fucker"
Tyler was one of the biggest losers in school and possibly out of all the people you've ever met cause how does someone not do anything for a project worth 70% of your grade and then sell it for 50 bucks to his best friend?
"Please tell me you made him lick the dick off of your car" you said, half-joking, half-serious. “I need to see that bitch suffer."
"Didn't know soo many people hated him"
"Oh well everyone should"
"Bitchass didn't come to school today after i called him after u gave me his number, fucking pussy"
You barely had time to roll your eyes before the guy in front of you turned around and shushed the hell out of you both. That’s when you realized Mrs. Smith had already started talking — something about market equilibrium, which knowing her would turn into her ranting about her husband and how much she hated him.
You can’t really judge Rafe Cameron, mostly cause you’ve never actually talked to him. Not properly, anyway. Just passing interactions, shared classes, and that one random text conversation that somehow happened.
Still, everyone knew his reputation. The people he hung out with, the parties, the rumors — and the fact that his two main hobbies were drugs and girls.
So when he texts you again asking for help for the eco test Mrs. smith casually mentioned at the end of the class when everyone was either sleeping, zoning out or on their phone.
Oh well atleast you have a study partner, Econ is the absolute worst and the worlds worst teacher is teaching is you the course
some doom scrolling and some more, is disturbed by seeing your face and a contact you never thought would be calling you at midnight.
Part 2
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