Officially Over (Rafe Cameron)
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You and Rafe have had a fling for going on 5 months now. Not a relationship, not even friends with benefits, strictly hookups. Heâd sneak you into his house, do you mercilessly, and send you on your way.
But there was an issue. You did the one thing everyone knows you arenât supposed to doâŠyou caught feelings.
Now, it seems impossible to catch feelings for such a douche of a person, but you couldnât help it. The way he payed attention to every bit of your body, the way he whispered to you, worshipped you. But youâre quickly snapped out of that fantasy every time he tells you to get the hell out.
Rafe clearly never had anything for you, he wanted nothing more from you than sex. Thatâs made apparent to you by the unholy sounds of him and another girl coming from his bedroom right now.
You stand with a sonic bag in one hand and a slushie in the other, not sure if you should just turn away and leave. Against your better judgement, you knock.
The girl in there just happens to moan unnecessarily loud when you do, so you knock again, harder this time. You hear the commotion in the bedroom stop, followed by an, âoh shit.â
The door cracks open and youâre faced with red cheeks and a sweaty body, only opening the door enough to see his head.
âY/N?â He asks, out of breath. âThe fuck are you doing here?â
You internally wince at the lack of care in his voice, âI was dropping food off for Sarah, thought youâd want some too.â You shrug, feeling stupid for even coming.
âOh uh- shit, yea. Give me one minute.â He says before shutting the door.
You hear more commotion before he reopens the door with only plaid pajama pants on, a blonde haired girl in a sweatshirt sitting on his bed. You hold out the bag and drink for him.
âThanks.â He grabs them and puts it on the table beside him, âI need to pay you back?â
âNo, itâs all good.â You look over his shoulder, âIs sheâŠâ
âOh!â He opens the door wider so you can properly see her, âThis is my friend, Chels.â
The girl on the bed waves to you with a smile, clearly post-sex. You awkwardly wave back before Rafe steps back into the doorway.
âSo youâre hooking up with townies now?â You lower your voice so she canât hear your conversation.
âI mean, I donât really know her.â He brushes off, âWhy?â
âNothing.â You shake your head and look away, clearly bothered.
He drops his head to the side and looks at you disappointed, âDonât tell me youâre mad.â
âIâm not mad.â You grunt.
âBecause you do know me and you arenât together.â He elaborates.
âYes, Rafe, I know that.â
âGood.â He eyes you before turning away and shutting the door.
You roll your eyes and fight back tears as you leave the Cameron house, not bothering to say bye the Sarah.
âEverything okay?â JJ asks, readjusting his pillow before taking another hit from his blunt.
âYea,â You scroll through Instagram, âpeople are just assholes.â
âPeople are assholes? Or Rafe Cameron is an asshole?â He says.
You lower your phone from your face and look over at him, âWhat?â
âOh come on,â he blows smoke at you, âitâs no secret that Rafe upsets you sometimes.â He shrugs.
âAnd how would you know?â
âWell, not all Camerons can keep their mouths shut.â He laughs.
âFucking Sarah.â You rub your forehead.
âYup.â His giggle turns into a smoked out cough, âSo, whatâd he do this time?â
âHooked up with another girl.â You inform, turning on your side to face him.
JJ awkwardly looks around the room with a confused face before finally landing back on you.
âNo disrespect, but last I checked that isnât against the rules of a fling.â He says.
âUgh,â You turn away from him and crash your head back into the bed, âyouâre just like him.â
âToo far.â He jokes, âBut really, câmon, you know thats the point of casual sex. The freedom.â
âThank you for reminding me, JJ.â You roll your eyes.
âIâm just saying, whatâs the issue?â
âNo seriously, I wanna know.â He puts his blunt out.
You sigh, âI just⊠maybe sorta kinda thought he was starting to feel something for me-â
âOh my goddddd,â he cuts you off, fake passing out, âsappyyy, boo!â
âJJ!â You throw a pillow at him, not being able to hide your smile.
âYouâre mad because you like like him? Thatâs tough.â He laughs at you.
âYouâre such a dick.â
âOkay but seriously, Y/N.â He holds his stomach from laughing, âYou can do so much better than him.â
âBut I want him. So bad.â You sigh and stare at the ceiling.
The faint line of smoke coming from your incense stick perfectly dissolves into the night clouds, your attempt at airing out the weed smell. Youâre in the middle of your Netflix binge when your phone lights up with a text. You pause your show before turning and checking the notification.
An overbearing sense of dread washes over you, as it does whenever you think of him. The obvious answer is no. You shouldnât step foot in his house, especially not after what you saw earlier today. But at the same time, Rafeâs a somewhat decent guy, maybe you can talk about it.
In reality, you donât even have to hesitate. All of your doubtful thoughts meaninglessly roam your head as you put your phone in the back of your black jean shorts and leave your room.
The entire walk Rafeâs house, you rehearse and rehearse what you wanna say to him.
âHey, we need to talk.â
âCan we talk real quick?â
âI wanted to discuss something.â
Nothing seemed to be unbothered enough for you, it all sounds like youâve been thinking about it. Which you have.
You enter the kook neighborhood and text Rafe that youâre about to be outside. He leaves you on read, signaling that heâs gonna be waiting for you. You make it to the front door and you know better than to knock. Rafe abruptly opens the door and pulls you in so fast that anyone on the outside would think youâve been kidnapped.
He hushes you as he pushes you up the stairs and into his room without anyone noticing, locking the door behind you.
âHey.â You say, out of breath.
âHold on,â He pulls his phone out, not even making eye contact with you. âI gotta turn the cameras back on real quick.â
After a beat of weird silence, he looks back up and walks toward you with lust in his eyes.
He holds your head in his hands and pushes you up against his door, placing rough kisses on your lips. His hands are all over your body, more aggressively today. Your phone dings, but neither of you notice it.
He kisses you so hard and fast that you can barely get a word out.
âRafe-â He shushes you as he moves from your lips to your neck, touching your chest through your shirt. Heâs frantic today, careless.
âRafe.â You finally get out, slightly pulling his hair.
âGod, what?â He gets off of you and stands back, still towering over you by a foot.
âUm,â your phone dings and everything that you practiced on the way here leaves your mind, âI wanna talk.â
âWell I donât, I need this. Right now.â His face is red and he almost looks like heâs about to cry.
âAre you okay?â You examine his features, walking closer and placing your hands on his shoulders.
âIâm fucking fine.â He pulls your hands off.
âYou donât seem fine.â
âWell I am fine-â Heâs cut off by your phone going off again, âAnd who the fuck is blowing up your phone?â
âUh,â You pull your phone from your back pocket and are met with spam texts from JJ.
Y/N I just checked snap mapsâŠ
are u at his fucking house??
For a minute you forget that Rafeâs even in the room as you read all of JJâs messages. You shouldnât have come over here, especially not when you have 4 great friends back at home. Youâre pulled from your thoughts when your phone suddenly isnât in your hand anymore.
Rafe snatches it out of your hand and starts reading the screen on his own, disregarding the fact that he literally just grabbed your phone from you.
He looks up at you with dark eyes, âHe talking about me?â He asks.
âRafe.â You hold your hand out for your phone.
âIS HE TALKING ABOUT ME!â He shouts so loud and abruptly that you jump.
âRAFE GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!â You yell at the same volume. If he wants to get loud, you can get loud.
âNo. No, because I knew youâd been seeing other people.â He starts to pace the room, âOn some fucking cheating shit.â
You physically step back from how genuinely flabbergasted you are at that sentence.
âCheating? Are you fucking kidding me?â You seethe, âWhat you did with that bitch today isnât cheating? I thought we âwerenât togetherâ any fucking way!â You scream at him.
âOh my god.â He rubs his nose bridge with his fingers, âYouâre fucking unbelievable.â
âYouâre not too predictable yourself.â You spit.
âDo we really have to do this right now?â He asks, as if he isnât the one who started it.
âNo, we donât. Give me my fucking phone and Iâm gone. Iâll go right now.â You point to the door.
You walk up to Rafe, whoâs standing in front of the door, and grab his hand thatâs in the air with your phone. His tall frame wonât allow you to just take it and the two of you get in a tussle as you try to grab it back. Rafe flings his arm with all of his might and your phone goes flying into his wall, the screen blacking out.
âRAFE, WHAT THE FUCK?â You look back at your phone, shoving him before going and checking on it.
Tears almost fall when you see that the bottom is completely popped out and itâs not turning back on.
âYou broke it.â You say without looking toward him.
Thereâs a pause before he speaks up again, âIâm sorry.â
âFuck that.â Your voice shakes.
He comes up behind you and rubs your shoulder. You harshly push it off of you before standing up, face to face again.
âLook, Iâm sorry, okay? Can we just forget about this?â
âNo, we canât forget about this!â You raise your voice, âI donât know how you do it here, but your actions donât just get erased with a sorryâ
âOh my fucking god, Y/N,â He stresses as if heâs the one with a broken phone. âOkay, do you wanna talk all night or do you wanna fuck?â
âYes.â You shove past him.
âSo youâre just gonna walk out?â He asks, staying where he is as he watches you go.
âFuck you.â You say furiously before slamming his door shut.
Youâre halfway down the hallway and have already let the water start falling from your eyes when you look up to see none other than Sarah Cameron by the stairs.
âWe heard you from down here.â She says uncomfortably.
âWe?â You ask, rapidly wiping the tears away.
Wheezie emerges from behind her, holding her ice cream like a deer in headlights, âHey, Y/N.â She waves.
âHey, Wheeze.â You embarrassingly wave.
âYou okay?â Sarah asks.
âYouâre brotherâs a dickhead.â You sniff.
âOh, we know.â She nods.
âIâll tell you all about itâŠtomorrow.â You say, trudging past her and down the stairs.
You open the front door, not giving a fuck about cameras, and walk all the way back home. Things are officially over with Rafe mother fucking Cameron.