coping mechanism (part two)
summary: rafe’s tries his hardest to stop thinking about you in may different but nothing seems to work. after showing up at your place drunk it seems like someone else may have beat him over...
warnings: swearning, mentions of alcohol and drugs, mentions of sex.
words: 1.1k
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rafe hated the effect you had on him. you were all he could think about no matter how hard to tried to forget. no amount of alcohol or lines of coke could drown you out.
his attempts in forgetting were far stretched - from partying all night, to sleeping around and even trying to find girls who looked just like you.
that was a big mistake, however, as it only made him think how much better you would look doing the things they did. how much he wanted it to be you and not some blonde tramp who threw herself at him.
one particular girl whom rafe settled for was slightly better than the rest. she wasn't you by any means but she looked close enough. she also wasn't a whore - which definitely helped with rafe's reputation.
this lasted for only a short period of time however as she saw the glances rafe passed to you, how his eyes lingered on you longer than they should have - how he never looked at her that way.
it was done before it even started.
the next option was to go in the opposite direction - a girl completely different. he figured this would help forget you since she had nothing in common with you and he found just the girl - well until he fucked up, yet again.
she was tall, almost the same height as him whereas you were short, only coming up to his chest. your hair was long and shiny with a slightly red tint to it while hers was brown and short, cutting off at her shoulders.
she put out more than rafe expected and was more confident than him in many ways. she wasn't shy, unlike you and always made the first move.
but once again, rafe found his mind falling back to old habits and thinking of you.
he was dammed no matter what he did - get with a girl just like you, yet she wasn't good enough, get with a girl nothing like you and he just compares the two.
Rafe never looked at any of the girls he fucked. he didn't need to - he had enough to imagine, with his eyes closed all he saw was you and the thought alone got him off fast than any girl could ever. besides you of course.
it was one of those nights again, the ones where he really couldn't stop thinking about you. he had seen you out and you looked too damn good for his liking.
he left asap not wanting to see the lustful gazes he was sure you'd get from other boys.
as rafe made his way over to the short-haired girls home, he was growing harder the more he thought about you. the anger in his veins pumping and only making him drive faster.
the next few minutes are all a blur to the boy but he knows he made a big mistake from what comes out of her mouth.
“what did you just say?” she puffs, half out of breath from their current activity and half out of shock from what rafe just said to her.
he watches as she pulls his member out of her and turns to face him
“huh?” he grumbles reaching out for her waist to turn her back around and continue fucking her from behind
“who’s name did you just fucking call me?” she angry questions obviously not in the mood to fuck anymore
“i didn't say shit, you must be hearing thi-”
she cut him off knowing exactly whose name he had just called her during sex
“cherry?” she shouts, her brows frowning as she puts the pieces together
his nickname for you is almost enough to make him hard again
“that's a fucken fruit” he attempts to brush her off but his heart is racing knowing he's just been caught out
“no no no, I mean cherry as in the redhead bitch you're always looking at”
“don't,” he says a little too aggressively before calming down “don't call her a bitch”
“oh my god, you gotta be fucking joking” she mumbles under her breath
shit rafe, how are you going to talk your way out of this one?
“get out” she speaks before he even has the chance to open his mouth
without thinking twice, Rafe gets dressed and storms out the door “bitch”.
once again, rafe turned to the only thing he knows - drugs and alcohol. he spent the rest of his night snorting 3 lines of coke before drinking almost half a bottle of whiskey.
he felt like shit but it helped drown you out, even if it was only for a minute.
in his drunken state rafe didn't know what to do. he wanted to see you, hear your voice, touch your skin. he craved you as he did with no one else.
driving was not the best idea considering the fact he was intoxicated and high but that didn't stop the brunette boy from finding himself at your place in the middle of the night.
he knew you were probably asleep. he knew he shouldn't have come over. what was he expected? you to run into his arms? shame - that would never happen.
“fuck it” he thought, he's already here now. what's the harm in trying?
so he knocked on your door, who knows how many times. 5? 10? 20? he lost count as he called out your name drunkenly slurring his words and barely recognising the sound of his voice.
the lights went on in your room and he could tell he’d woken you up but he keep calling out for you, now singing your name as if that would make you come down any faster.
when the door flew open and his eyes met yours, rafe was lost on what to say.
“rafe? what are you doing here?” you yawned, slightly worried as you took in his appearance.
he was clearly drunk, arm resting above your head against the door frame as he looked down at you, his eyes barely open.
after he didn't answer for a few seconds you repeated yourself again, a little louder this time
“rafe”
rafe couldn't take his eyes off you and your voice was like music to his ears. he drank in the sight of you, standing before him, tried but gorgeous as ever in tiny black shorts that probably barely covered your ass and a loose purple top - surprisingly his favourite colour - that showed your hard nipples through the thin fabric.
“are you ok” he felt your hand on his bicep, squeezing slight as he flexed his muscles to try and get your attention.
but then he heard a noise from upstairs. his head moved straight in the direction of your bedroom, eyes now fully open almost as if he sobered up at the sound.
he knew your parents were still on the mainland and wouldn't be back for another week, so who the fuck was up there?
surely it wasn't...a guy?
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