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Chapter Three: The dress
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A loud groan left Eve as she pushed into the gate of the farm house, sighing as she wiped her hands on her jeans. Since her dad unfortunately found out that she was at the beach the night the fight between John B and Topper happened, he hasn’t been letting her leave the house in days.
The farm house was far from the main house, the door creaking as she pushed it open, dragging the two barrels into the dusty area.
It really reminded her of her old house. Looking at the closed stables inside as she kneeled down and rummaged through the barrels, a slight frown on her face as she pulled out the shovel and stood up.
A crunch of leaves from outside made her head turn, her head snapping back. Her dad was one of those people who vowed that she wouldn’t be getting any help especially if it was a punishment.
She hurriedly looked through the barrel, sighing in relief when she found the shotgun. She held it at her side as she walked towards the farm door, screaming and almost falling back as she held the shotgun up, quickly putting it down with a loud huff as she saw Ward standing at the barn door with his hands up.
“Sorry- Ward you scared me..”
Eve spoke, her hand over her heart as she leaned over to pick up her shovel.
Ward let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head as he stepped in a bit further
“Didnt mean to scare you, I was just talking to your dad and he said you were out here.”
As Ward spoke, Eve shoveled up some old hay from the barn and put it into the empty barrel, nodding her head as she looked back at him.
“Something I can help you with?”
The air around them grew more silent as the sound of the shovel scraping the dirt filled the air.
“I wanted to formally invite you, there’s this event my family and i go to, Sarah has Topper as her plus one but i’m sure she wants you to go, so i put you down as Rafes plus one.”
Eve stopped shoveling, gripping the Shovel handle as she turned to him, a fake look of sadness over her face.
“I’m sorry Mr.Cameron I’m busy the next couple days.”
Ward laughed, nodding his head as he pulled his hands from his pockets .
“Your dad says you’re free and that he doesn’t mind you going.”
Eve’s jaw clenched as she stared at Ward, her grip tightening around the handle of the shovel. She felt cornered, the weight of his gaze heavy as he smiled that polished, practiced smile of his.
“Really?” she said flatly, forcing a thin, polite smile. “That’s funny, because my dad also said I wasn’t supposed to leave the farm for any reason, i’m kind of grounded.”
Ward chuckled softly, shaking his head as he stepped closer. “That was before he realized it’s me asking. Your dad knows I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
“That’s nice of you,” Eve said carefully, leaning the shovel against the wall. “But I’m not sure Rafe would even want me as his plus one.”
Ward’s expression shifted, his smile faltering just enough for her to notice. “I think Rafe will manage. He’s been talking about you a lot lately.”
Eve swallowed hard, her chest tightening. “Has he?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but her voice wavered slightly.
Ward nodded, stepping even closer, his tone dropping. “He’s got a lot on his plate right now, and I think you’re a… calming influence on him.”
Eve bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Calming influence? More like unwilling participant in whatever game Rafe was playing.
She knew Ward was lying. Rafe didn’t care, it was obvious the only person he cared for was himself. Was this all his idea?
“How is Sarah?”
They hadn’t spoken since the beach. It didn’t help since the phone lines were down. Ward smiled as he nodded his head pulling out his wallet, counting a few bills in his hand.
“Come figure out yourself tonight. Please, buy yourself a nice dress.”
Ward handed her the small wad of cash, her hand tightening around it as she just looked up at him.
“Thanks Mr.Cameron.”
Eve whispered as he walked away.
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Carlos had been very clear , his voice firm as he laid down exactly what he expected —she had to go. There was no room for argument, and the weight of his insistence left her no choice. Ward had handed her just enough cash for a dress and some makeup, her father making it abundantly clear she needed to look her best.
The strip was oddly quiet, the usual string of voices and laughter replaced by a strange stillness. Eve's hands swung loosely at her sides as she walked along the line of shops, her eyes scanning the familiar stores and their windows. The memory of Sarah taking her here on a that long afternoon made her throat feel tight. She missed her, more than she wanted to admit.
The shop felt smaller without her. The chime of the bell over the door echoed in the stillness as Eve stepped inside. A set of loneliness settled in her heart as she moved through the racks, her fingers brushing against fabrics of every color and texture. She could almost hear Sarah’s voice, teasing and encouraging her as she held up one dress after another.
Finally. The dress she came to look for. The one long black one Sarah had begged her to buy almost two months ago.
Sarah had to have been mad at her. Defending John B at the beach probably sent her and Topper over the edge. Probably even more mad that her and Rafe got into the fight they did instead of going to help her or Topper.
The downfall would’ve been horrible for Topper if he ‘accidentally’ killed Jj.
Maybe JJ pulling the gun was a good thing.
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Nightfall came faster than expected. She followed step by step what Sarah had told her about what looked on her for makeup, she swiped on the lipgloss once she finished getting ready, sighing as she looked in the full length mirror that hung on her wall.
Out of place.
The dress brushing against the floor as she walked down the hallway, listening to her heels echo. She heard the soft voice of the TV playing, her head peeking around the corner to see her mom and dad asleep on the couch, her dads snoring barely overlapping the TV.
She just nodded her head as she grabbed the trucks keys, trying to shut the door as quietly as possible.
The town was awfully quiet at night time, the streets empty, especially on the way up to the Cameron’s house.
The first thing Eve noticed when she pulled into the driveway was Sarah’s car was gone, her foot tapping nervously as she parked the truck and got out, her hand gripping at the fabric of her dress so it didn’t get dirty or snagged against the gravel.
She slowly walked to the door, the sound of the bugs from the nearby water chirping matching with her footsteps as she carefully walked up the steps.
Having to face Sarah could’ve been the hardest thing she’s ever had to do. Her fist rested still against the door before she used the knob to knock a few times before she stepped back.
Eve’s eyes flicked briefly to the flowers by the porch—their once-bright petals now wilting under the horrible summer heat. Somehow, it felt fitting, right?
The door swung open, her head immediately turning but she wished she didn’t even come anymore.
“Where’s Sarah.”
Eves voice was flat as she felt her jaw clench at the sight of Rafe opening the door, his hair slicked like always, wearing a blue suit and tie, probably the nicest she’s ever seen him dressed.
“Shes not here.”
Eve couldn’t help but laugh slightly, shaking her head as she stared at him.
“Your dad told me she was going to be here.”
Rafe shrugged, a small smirk on his lips, his eyes way to comfortably looking her up and down.
Eve shook her head, gripping at her dress again as she turned around walking down the steps.
“Hey, hey wait”
Rafe yelled after her as he slammed the door and walked after her, hurrying to grab her arm, his touch rough as he pulled her to a stop.
Eve pulled back from him, her straps falling as she took in a deep breath, pulling them back up.
“I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t even want to see you. I came for Sarah.”
Rafe frowned, his grip tightening slightly on her arm before he let go, raising his hands in mock surrender.
“Alright, alright, you came for Sarah. But you’re here now, so why don’t you at least hear me out?”
Eve turned to glare at him, her voice sharp. “Hear you out? About what, Rafe? About how you dragged me out of there at the beach like I didn’t have a choice? Or how you and your friends act like this entire town revolves around you? Or about how you ruin everything you touch?”
Rafe’s jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face.
Her words cut deeper than she expected. Rafe looked away, his hands flexing into fists at his sides before he spoke, his voice lower, almost bitter.
“Maybe I do ruin everything. But at least I know where I stand. Do you?”
That caught Eve off guard. Her gaze softened, but only for a moment. She shook her head, stepping back.
“I don’t have time for your self-pity, Rafe. Whatever’s going on with you, it’s not my problem. I came for Sarah, and I’m leaving.”
“You’ll wanna stay.”
Rafe spoke, his voice dripping with false kindness.
“For your dads sake, of course.”
He walked closer, his cologne mingling with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. The smirk on his lips widened as he watched her shoulders slump as she thought about what he said
"Not like you've got much of a choice at that mention."
Eve clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, trying to calm herself down.
"You're out of your mind if you think I'm going anywhere with you,"
Eve said, her voice trying not to crack or break.
Rafe smirked again, shoving his hands into his suit pants pockets.
"Suit yourself. But you know how my dad gets. If he thinks you bailed because of me... who knows what strings he might pull with your old man."
She glared at him, her chest tightening.
"You're pathetic."
Rafe nodded in almost an agreeing way, his eyes finding hers as he smiled.
“I’m just trying to help you.”
Before she could respond, the front door creaked open behind him. Eve froze as Ward stepped out onto the porch, his sudden presence casting a long shadow over the driveway.
“Everything alright out here?” Ward asked, his voice calm but laced with an edge that made Eve’s stomach churn. His eyes flicked between her and Rafe, sharp and calculating.
Rafe straightened, his casual demeanor slipping slightly. “Just chatting,” he said, his tone light but forced.
Wards eyebrows frowned as he buttoned his suit jacket.
“We are going to be late we should get going.”
As Ward spoke, Eve and Rafe stared at each other, Rafes fist clenching and unclenching as he stepped to the side, his arms pointing to the door.
“Shall we.”
The sleek black SUV came to a halt in front of the venue, its headlights casting long shadows across the pristine driveway. Eve sat stiffly in the back seat, her fingers nervously playing with the extra fabric of her dress. Rafe, seated on the other side of the back seat, adjusted his cufflinks, the silence obviously making the two uncomfortable.
The estate ahead of them was huge and intimidating, its rich exterior cascaded by strings of lights that lit around columns and trees. Soft music played through the air, at the perfect volume with the chatter of voices and clinking glasses.
“Try to smile,” Rafe muttered under his breath as he leaned closer to Eve. “You’re supposed to look like you want to be here.”
Eve shot him an annoyed glare but said nothing due to Ward walking with rose not far in front of them, her jaw tightening as they made their way to the front entrance.
Inside, the event was a picture of “Kook”. Chandeliers sparkled overhead at the entry of the huge mansion, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air, her eyes quickly finding all the picked bouquets in vases.
“Ah, there’s Sarah,” Ward spoke, his voice more directed to Eve he gestured toward a group near the center of the room.
Eve’s eyes followed his gaze and landed on Sarah, who was laughing politely at something a tall man in a sharp navy suit was saying. Topper, His arm was casually draped over Sarah’s shoulders, a smug look plastered on his face. Sarah looked beautiful in a sleek emerald-green gown, her hair styled in loose waves.
Eve’s chest tightened as Sarah’s gaze finally landed on her. For a moment, there was a flicker of something in Sarah’s expression.. surprise? Annoyance? It was hard to tell. But she quickly masked it with a polite smile and nudged Topper, gesturing toward Eve.
This would show it all. She wasn’t surprised to see Toppers dirty look, yet he still followed Sarah.
“Eve.”
Sarah said with a small laugh, watching as Ward and Rose walked away, standing inches from her.
“What are you doing here? I definitely wasn’t expecting you.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be here either,” Eve replied, her voice quiet as her eyes flicked toward Rafe, who was already scanning the room, looking unamused.
“Your dad told me you were going to be here. I showed up to the house and you were gone.”
“Let’s talk,” Sarah said, her tone low as she touched Eve’s arm. “Alone.”
Eve nodded in heavy agreement, looking back to see Rafe was already preoccupied with some of his friends at the bar.
Sarah pulled them into a room far from the main area, Eves heart pounding almost out of her chest as they stopped.
“Before you say- anything.”
Sarah sighed, her hands reaching for Eves as she smiled slightly.
“I thought you said black wasn’t your color?”
Eve didn’t say anything back, just laughed, tears welding in her eyes as she pulled her into a tight hug, sighing as they squeezed each other then pulled back.
“Your brother pulled me away when I tried to stop Topper.”
Sarah just nodded, a look of frustration quickly laying on her face as she listened to Eve.
“I know I saw. He told my dad too.”
Confusion suddenly flashed through her. Told Ward?
“And that’s why the cops haven’t come to ask you about JJ and the gun, my dad told them you and Rafe were at the house.”
Eve stared at Sarah, her mind racing. The weight of what she’d just heard pressed down on her chest. Ward had covered for her?
“Why would your dad do that?" Eve asked cautiously, her brain having a hard time understanding and even processing what Sarah meant.
Sarah hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her clutch. "He doesn’t do anything without a reason," she admitted. "I don’t know what it is yet, but I Promise you-.”
Sarah grabbed Eves hands, nodding her head as she squeezed them.
“He’s harmless. Probably just trying to keep Rafe out of trouble, okay?”
Ward lied to the cops? Rafe knew and he’s so casual? The gears started up again as she walked with Sarah back to the main hall.
How did her father meet Ward?
Her thoughts were interrupted by Rafe stepping in front of her. She must’ve been standing alone for a minute, because Sarah was no where to be found.
“You okay?”
For the first time she felt like Rafe was sincere, her head nodding as she tucked some hair behind her ears and sighed.
“Yeah. Fine.”
They stood awkwardly for a few more seconds before Rafe held his hand out, making Eves face twist as she looked at him. He leaned forward, their eyes meeting.
“Just dance with me, let me explain some things and if you don’t like what you’re hearing, you can go off with Sarah, Scouts honor.”
Eves gaze dropped to his hand, her mind screaming at her telling her to just go get a drink, go look around, something.
“Just one dance,” Rafe said, his voice dropping lower. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. Just want you to understand . That’s all.”
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Chapter two: “Kook Life”
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The hurricane hit hard. Nothing that Eves family had ever experienced before, a storm they would not have been able to weather if it wasn’t for Ward Cameron.
Eve felt guilty, a weird feeling constantly stirring in her stomach about the man. Mainly because her father always was willing to talk about work, his work is his pride, his joy, he always is talking about something he’s working on. But since they moved here, he’s been silent, constantly out and around town. Its odd considering he doesn’t even make time for his family anymore.
When the hurricane hit though he was forced to, the front door creaked open, echoing through the whole house.
Eve stood up, fanning herself as she hurried out her bedroom door to see her dad put down a bag of groceries, her hands shoved in her pockets as she walked to the counter and pulled herself up onto it.
“So… How long did they say the power was going to be cut?”
Carlos sighed, shoving all the bread and canned foods into the cabinet- not a good sign.
“They said they have no clue. I went to look at the price of a generator, wondering if I could pull out a loan for one but they are over twenty thousand dollars.”
One thing Eve hated was seeing her dad stressed, she frowned, her legs swinging slightly as she rubbed the back of her neck.
“Why don’t you ask Ward?”
Just as she thought, her dad shot her a dirty look, shaking his head.
“We don’t do handouts in this family, Evelyn and you know that.”
Eve looked down at her legs, putting her hands up in defense at the sound of her full name.
“Alright, alright I’m sorry.”
Carlos walked away down the hall, Eve flinching as the garage door slammed. She hated that she couldn’t help, getting a job in the area was almost impossible. Thankfully they’d been here a month now so it wasn’t as horrible as the first week.
Sarah had invited her over to her house, telling her she could shower and stay at hers till some party at the beach. She claimed it was a tradition.
Finally understanding what Kooks and Pogues meant, she hated it. She knew that economical standpoints were definitely noticeable but to separate them completely? Sarah didn’t agree either thankfully or she wouldn’t even associate with her.
The only reason she hangs around Topper and all of them was for Sarah. Sarah was truthfully the first real friend she’s ever had, she understood her in a way nobody ever has.
Having a dad who is so business oriented and two siblings, absent mother type of thing, Sarah was always her shoulder to cry on. Even though it had only been a month the two were super close.
Eve dug through her drawers, holding her bag in one hand as she shoved some shorts and a bathing suit top, into it followed by a pair of pajama pants and a random shirt.
“Where are you going?”
Eves mom, Jessica asked. Holding a basket of clean water she had saved before the hurricane.
“Dad already said I can go. I’m going to hang out with Sarah.”
Jessica wanted to snap back but knew if Carlos heard she would’ve gotten an ear full. Eve zipped up her backpack as she watched her mom walk away, a sigh of relief leaving her as she slipped the backpack on and hurried out the front door.
Carlos said no using the truck so they could save gas till everything was normal again, so the walk to Sarah’s was pretty far. Her hands gripped at the straps of her backpack as she walked up the dirt road, humming a soft tune.
The walk took her much longer than it should’ve, finally making it to the Cameron’s house, Eve scratched her head as she pushed open the front door. Their lights were on, what, they had a generator?
For once she used the term Kooks in her head. She jogged up the steps and down the long winding hallway and to Sarah’s room, seeing the note on her bed that said she went out for errands and that the phone didn’t work so she couldn’t call to tell her, but to go sit on the boat till she gets back.
Eve sighed and looked out Sarah’s window to see the long dock to the boat. She tugged her shirt off and put her bathing suit top on before she walked back down the steps, almost falling as Rafe met halfway at the staircase.
“Woah slow your roll, going down way too fast.”
Rafe. Great. The last the two had spoken was at the party the night of the dinner, and it ended in her arguing with him on the porch, and thankfully Topper and Sarah stepped in to stop it or she was confident she would’ve beat his ass.
“Nice to see you Rafe.”
“You mooching off us? Because Sarah’s not home..”
Eve rolled her eyes and went to push past him, Rafe stepped sideways, his arm brushing against the railing of the stairs as he blocked her path.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Or are you too busy pretending you don’t hate it here?”
Eve froze, feeling her patience wearing thin. She took a step back, crossing her arms.
“I’m not pretending anything. And if I wanted to mooch, I’d ask Ward for a generator like the rest of this town probably does.”
The smirk faded from Rafe’s face, replaced by something colder and sharper. “Careful, California. You’re out of your element.”
Eve tilted her head, the mocking nickname grating on her nerves. “You think I care? Sarah invited me. So, if you’ve got a problem, take it up with her.”
Rafe chuckled, low and humorless, leaning in slightly as he spoke. “You know, it’s cute how you think Sarah’s on your side. You’re just a fun little project for her. She’ll get bored eventually.”
That struck a nerve. Eve’s fists clenched at her sides, but instead of giving him the reaction he wanted, she forced herself to laugh, her hand tapping at his shoulder as she nodded her head.
“Thanks for your insight Rafe.”
Eve smiled at him, her nose scrunching slightly as she hurried down the steps, walking out the back door, she hadn’t been on a boat for years
Stepping into the boat, Eve let out an audible sigh of relief as the cool air conditioning hit her heated skin. The sensation didn’t last long though, her eyes landed on someone standing in the middle of the cabin, a boy? or maybe a man? Frozen mid-action with scuba gear in his hands.
They locked eyes, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
“Uh, hey”
He spoke, finally breaking the silence.
“Hi?”
Eve replied her confusion was obvious as her gaze flicked from his face to the scuba gear he clutched awkwardly.
He hesitated before quickly setting the gear down and extending a hand.
“I’m John B. I work for Ward. I, uh, clean the boat.”
The silence that followed was more than uncomfortable, and Eve shifted on her feet before he thankfully spoke again.
“You new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“Yes.”
The girl said with a small shrug as she sank down into the couch, letting the cool air hit her overly flushed skin.
“Guess I don’t exactly blend in.”
John B chuckled, a genuine, easy laugh that made her crack a small smile. He pulled the scuba tanks over his shoulder, nodding toward her.
“I’ve gotta fill these up for Ward, but it was nice meeting you, Eve.”
“You too,”
She replied, trying not to sound like she was extremely suspicious watching him as he headed out the door.
The longer she sat in the AC, the more she felt herself drifting into sleep, her legs draping over the couch arm as her eyes fluttered closed.
“Sorry, God downtown is packed.”
Sarah’s voice made Eve shoot back up, rubbing her eyes as she looked over to see Sarah slipping her sandals off and walking into the cabin of the boat.
The silence lingered as she thought about her altercation with Rafe, her encounter with John B. Her tongue poked at her cheek as she stared out the window as the boat moved with the very soft waves.
“Does he ever let up?”
Eve asked, breaking the longing silence.
“Who? Rafe?”
Sarah asked as she looked out one of the small windows of the boat, seeing Rafe on the porch.
“No. It’s his full time job to be a pain in the ass to every single person in his life.”
Sarah said laughing as she sat down next to Eve, her legs crossing over hers as she looked over at her.
“But I’m sure you’ve noticed that already?”
“Noticed is the light way to put it, more like I’ve endured it already.”
The two laughed for a bit, but suddenly Sarah stared off into the distance and frowned a bit, her head slumping down into her shoulder.
“He wasn’t always a dick. He’s just always angry at everyone, probably mainly at himself.”
Sarah sighed as she looked over at Eve again.
“I get it. My older brother is the same way. It.. lays in the parents- I'm not saying Ward is a bad dad but.. when these things aren’t talked about, it builds up..”
Sarah just nodded, listening to the water splash against the sides of the boat.
“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong here?”
Eve asked, staring up at the ceiling of the cabin, her hands folded on her chest.
“All the time. That’s why I hang out with you, it’s less complicated.”
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The night fell quickly, Eve and Sarah laughing loudly, echoing through the house as Sarah smudged lipgloss on the girl. Eve had somehow been convinced by Sarah to get her makeup done, she did love makeup but it’s expensive to keep up with.
Sarah turned her around in the chair. Eve blinked at herself in the mirror, smiling. It wasn’t a huge noticeable change.
“It’s just some mascara, lipgloss and blush, bringing out your natural beauty of course.”
Eve nodded as Sarah styled her hair for her. Watching as she grabbed her bag ready to leave, She peaked out the window at the sound of a horn, secretly rolling her eyes as she saw Topper showed up to pick the two up.
She would lie to say she was not excited though, she hadn’t built the courage to go down to the beach alone. So she was thankful Sarah was going to be there.
When they arrived, the glow of a bonfire flickered against the sky, laughter and the hum of conversation filling the air. Socializing wasn’t exactly her strong suit, so Eve sat back, finding an empty log near the edge of the group. From her spot, she watched Sarah and Topper mess around, their relationship being a small comfort from the large group of people in front of her.
As her gaze finally left the two, it landed on a group not too far from her. And of course, there was a familiar face—the boy from the boat. John B?
Eve frowned as she watched the night unfold. Sarah and Topper made their way over to the group, and a blonde boy said something that she couldn’t quite hear. The tension was immediate, the lighthearted mood shifting in an instant.
Eve stood, crossing her arms as she slowly moved closer, trying to make any sense of the situation. Her breath caught when she saw Topper shove John B, the confrontation escalating before anyone could stop it.
“Dirty Pogues!”
Topper yelled, his voice dripping with venom.
Eve’s eyes darted between them, her stomach dropping as John B fought back, shoving Topper back. Within seconds, fists were flying, the fight spiraling out of control as Sarah screamed for them to stop.
Her heart raced as she stood still unable to move, her hands gripping her hair in frustration? Fear?. Topper tackled John B, slamming him into the shallow water with a force that made Eve flinch as she watched. Before she could process what was happening, Topper had John B pinned, his hands shoving his head under the water repeatedly
“Sarah! Get your fucking boyfriend!”
Eve shouted, her voice cracking as panic clawed at her chest, tears springing quickly to her eyes.
She bolted forward, desperate to stop Topper from making it even worse, but strong hands grabbed her upper arms, yanking her back just as quickly as she ran forward. She twisted against the grip, her eyes locked on the scene in front of her.
“He’s drowning him!”
She screamed, her voice drowned out by the chaos, watching John B’s friends panic and Sarah crying.
Everyone gasped and fell silent as the Blonde one ran up to the two, holding a gun to Toppers head. She turned her head to see it was Rafe holding her back, her hands flying to her ears as bullets were fired into the air, as the group argued Rafe dragged her from the beach.
As Rafe pulled Eve away from the chaos, she twisted in his grip, panic flashing across her face.
"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to break free, but his hold was firm.
"Stop squirming," Rafe snapped, his tone sharp but not yelling. "You're not getting involved in pogue mess, trust me Im doing you a favor.”
She stumbled slightly as he tugged her farther from the fire and the sound of raised voices. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she barely felt the crunch of sand beneath her feet as Rafe basically dragged her up a small path leading away from the beach.
Eve wrenched her arm free the moment his grip loosened. "What the hell is wrong with you? He was drowning him, Rafe! You’re just gonna let that happen? That’s YOUR friend!”
"Don’t act like you understand how things work here," Rafe shot back, his voice loud, bouncing off the trees surrounding them. "You don’t get it, Eve. You’re not from here. You don’t know what you just walked into."
"Then tell me, Rafe!" she snapped, frustration spilling over. "Explain it to me, because all I see is a bunch of idiots acting like some stupid town rivalry is more important than their lives!”
He let out a sharp breath, running a hand over his face as if trying to keep himself in check. "Look, I didn’t want you caught up in this. That’s why I pulled you out, okay? You should be thanking me like I said."
"Thanking you?" she echoed in disbelief, shaking her head. "You and your friends are fucking insane.”
Rafe stepped closer, closing the distance between them.
"And you’re way in over your head if you think you can just stand there and play referee. Stick to Sarah, Eve. Stay out of this."
She stared up at him, her defiance faltering for a moment under the weight of his gaze. There was something in his tone an unspoken warning, maybe even concern? That made her hesitate.
“Maybe you should get your priorities straight and check on your sister.”
Eve spat as she roughly nudged past him, her heart pounding out of her chest as she walked up the trail and onto the main road. She didn’t care if she didn’t have a ride home, her eyes fixated on the red and blue lights flashing from the opposite direction. This wasn’t her situation, this wasn’t her life, or her stupid rivalry. All she wanted was to be away from the Cameron’s.
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Chapter two: “Kook Life”
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The hurricane hit hard. Nothing that Eves family had ever experienced before, a storm they would not have been able to weather if it wasn’t for Ward Cameron.
Eve felt guilty, a weird feeling constantly stirring in her stomach about the man. Mainly because her father always was willing to talk about work, his work is his pride, his joy, he always is talking about something he’s working on. But since they moved here, he’s been silent, constantly out and around town. Its odd considering he doesn’t even make time for his family anymore.
When the hurricane hit though he was forced to, the front door creaked open, echoing through the whole house.
Eve stood up, fanning herself as she hurried out her bedroom door to see her dad put down a bag of groceries, her hands shoved in her pockets as she walked to the counter and pulled herself up onto it.
“So… How long did they say the power was going to be cut?”
Carlos sighed, shoving all the bread and canned foods into the cabinet- not a good sign.
“They said they have no clue. I went to look at the price of a generator, wondering if I could pull out a loan for one but they are over twenty thousand dollars.”
One thing Eve hated was seeing her dad stressed, she frowned, her legs swinging slightly as she rubbed the back of her neck.
“Why don’t you ask Ward?”
Just as she thought, her dad shot her a dirty look, shaking his head.
“We don’t do handouts in this family, Evelyn and you know that.”
Eve looked down at her legs, putting her hands up in defense at the sound of her full name.
“Alright, alright I’m sorry.”
Carlos walked away down the hall, Eve flinching as the garage door slammed. She hated that she couldn’t help, getting a job in the area was almost impossible. Thankfully they’d been here a month now so it wasn’t as horrible as the first week.
Sarah had invited her over to her house, telling her she could shower and stay at hers till some party at the beach. She claimed it was a tradition.
Finally understanding what Kooks and Pogues meant, she hated it. She knew that economical standpoints were definitely noticeable but to separate them completely? Sarah didn’t agree either thankfully or she wouldn’t even associate with her.
The only reason she hangs around Topper and all of them was for Sarah. Sarah was truthfully the first real friend she’s ever had, she understood her in a way nobody ever has.
Having a dad who is so business oriented and two siblings, absent mother type of thing, Sarah was always her shoulder to cry on. Even though it had only been a month the two were super close.
Eve dug through her drawers, holding her bag in one hand as she shoved some shorts and a bathing suit top, into it followed by a pair of pajama pants and a random shirt.
“Where are you going?”
Eves mom, Jessica asked. Holding a basket of clean water she had saved before the hurricane.
“Dad already said I can go. I’m going to hang out with Sarah.”
Jessica wanted to snap back but knew if Carlos heard she would’ve gotten an ear full. Eve zipped up her backpack as she watched her mom walk away, a sigh of relief leaving her as she slipped the backpack on and hurried out the front door.
Carlos said no using the truck so they could save gas till everything was normal again, so the walk to Sarah’s was pretty far. Her hands gripped at the straps of her backpack as she walked up the dirt road, humming a soft tune.
The walk took her much longer than it should’ve, finally making it to the Cameron’s house, Eve scratched her head as she pushed open the front door. Their lights were on, what, they had a generator?
For once she used the term Kooks in her head. She jogged up the steps and down the long winding hallway and to Sarah’s room, seeing the note on her bed that said she went out for errands and that the phone didn’t work so she couldn’t call to tell her, but to go sit on the boat till she gets back.
Eve sighed and looked out Sarah’s window to see the long dock to the boat. She tugged her shirt off and put her bathing suit top on before she walked back down the steps, almost falling as Rafe met halfway at the staircase.
“Woah slow your roll, going down way too fast.”
Rafe. Great. The last the two had spoken was at the party the night of the dinner, and it ended in her arguing with him on the porch, and thankfully Topper and Sarah stepped in to stop it or she was confident she would’ve beat his ass.
“Nice to see you Rafe.”
“You mooching off us? Because Sarah’s not home..”
Eve rolled her eyes and went to push past him, Rafe stepped sideways, his arm brushing against the railing of the stairs as he blocked her path.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Or are you too busy pretending you don’t hate it here?”
Eve froze, feeling her patience wearing thin. She took a step back, crossing her arms.
“I’m not pretending anything. And if I wanted to mooch, I’d ask Ward for a generator like the rest of this town probably does.”
The smirk faded from Rafe’s face, replaced by something colder and sharper. “Careful, California. You’re out of your element.”
Eve tilted her head, the mocking nickname grating on her nerves. “You think I care? Sarah invited me. So, if you’ve got a problem, take it up with her.”
Rafe chuckled, low and humorless, leaning in slightly as he spoke. “You know, it’s cute how you think Sarah’s on your side. You’re just a fun little project for her. She’ll get bored eventually.”
That struck a nerve. Eve’s fists clenched at her sides, but instead of giving him the reaction he wanted, she forced herself to laugh, her hand tapping at his shoulder as she nodded her head.
“Thanks for your insight Rafe.”
Eve smiled at him, her nose scrunching slightly as she hurried down the steps, walking out the back door, she hadn’t been on a boat for years
Stepping into the boat, Eve let out an audible sigh of relief as the cool air conditioning hit her heated skin. The sensation didn’t last long though, her eyes landed on someone standing in the middle of the cabin, a boy? or maybe a man? Frozen mid-action with scuba gear in his hands.
They locked eyes, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
“Uh, hey”
He spoke, finally breaking the silence.
“Hi?”
Eve replied her confusion was obvious as her gaze flicked from his face to the scuba gear he clutched awkwardly.
He hesitated before quickly setting the gear down and extending a hand.
“I’m John B. I work for Ward. I, uh, clean the boat.”
The silence that followed was more than uncomfortable, and Eve shifted on her feet before he thankfully spoke again.
“You new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“Yes.”
The girl said with a small shrug as she sank down into the couch, letting the cool air hit her overly flushed skin.
“Guess I don’t exactly blend in.”
John B chuckled, a genuine, easy laugh that made her crack a small smile. He pulled the scuba tanks over his shoulder, nodding toward her.
“I’ve gotta fill these up for Ward, but it was nice meeting you, Eve.”
“You too,”
She replied, trying not to sound like she was extremely suspicious watching him as he headed out the door.
The longer she sat in the AC, the more she felt herself drifting into sleep, her legs draping over the couch arm as her eyes fluttered closed.
“Sorry, God downtown is packed.”
Sarah’s voice made Eve shoot back up, rubbing her eyes as she looked over to see Sarah slipping her sandals off and walking into the cabin of the boat.
The silence lingered as she thought about her altercation with Rafe, her encounter with John B. Her tongue poked at her cheek as she stared out the window as the boat moved with the very soft waves.
“Does he ever let up?”
Eve asked, breaking the longing silence.
“Who? Rafe?”
Sarah asked as she looked out one of the small windows of the boat, seeing Rafe on the porch.
“No. It’s his full time job to be a pain in the ass to every single person in his life.”
Sarah said laughing as she sat down next to Eve, her legs crossing over hers as she looked over at her.
“But I’m sure you’ve noticed that already?”
“Noticed is the light way to put it, more like I’ve endured it already.”
The two laughed for a bit, but suddenly Sarah stared off into the distance and frowned a bit, her head slumping down into her shoulder.
“He wasn’t always a dick. He’s just always angry at everyone, probably mainly at himself.”
Sarah sighed as she looked over at Eve again.
“I get it. My older brother is the same way. It.. lays in the parents- I'm not saying Ward is a bad dad but.. when these things aren’t talked about, it builds up..”
Sarah just nodded, listening to the water splash against the sides of the boat.
“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong here?”
Eve asked, staring up at the ceiling of the cabin, her hands folded on her chest.
“All the time. That’s why I hang out with you, it’s less complicated.”
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The night fell quickly, Eve and Sarah laughing loudly, echoing through the house as Sarah smudged lipgloss on the girl. Eve had somehow been convinced by Sarah to get her makeup done, she did love makeup but it’s expensive to keep up with.
Sarah turned her around in the chair. Eve blinked at herself in the mirror, smiling. It wasn’t a huge noticeable change.
“It’s just some mascara, lipgloss and blush, bringing out your natural beauty of course.”
Eve nodded as Sarah styled her hair for her. Watching as she grabbed her bag ready to leave, She peaked out the window at the sound of a horn, secretly rolling her eyes as she saw Topper showed up to pick the two up.
She would lie to say she was not excited though, she hadn’t built the courage to go down to the beach alone. So she was thankful Sarah was going to be there.
When they arrived, the glow of a bonfire flickered against the sky, laughter and the hum of conversation filling the air. Socializing wasn’t exactly her strong suit, so Eve sat back, finding an empty log near the edge of the group. From her spot, she watched Sarah and Topper mess around, their relationship being a small comfort from the large group of people in front of her.
As her gaze finally left the two, it landed on a group not too far from her. And of course, there was a familiar face—the boy from the boat. John B?
Eve frowned as she watched the night unfold. Sarah and Topper made their way over to the group, and a blonde boy said something that she couldn’t quite hear. The tension was immediate, the lighthearted mood shifting in an instant.
Eve stood, crossing her arms as she slowly moved closer, trying to make any sense of the situation. Her breath caught when she saw Topper shove John B, the confrontation escalating before anyone could stop it.
“Dirty Pogues!”
Topper yelled, his voice dripping with venom.
Eve’s eyes darted between them, her stomach dropping as John B fought back, shoving Topper back. Within seconds, fists were flying, the fight spiraling out of control as Sarah screamed for them to stop.
Her heart raced as she stood still unable to move, her hands gripping her hair in frustration? Fear?. Topper tackled John B, slamming him into the shallow water with a force that made Eve flinch as she watched. Before she could process what was happening, Topper had John B pinned, his hands shoving his head under the water repeatedly
“Sarah! Get your fucking boyfriend!”
Eve shouted, her voice cracking as panic clawed at her chest, tears springing quickly to her eyes.
She bolted forward, desperate to stop Topper from making it even worse, but strong hands grabbed her upper arms, yanking her back just as quickly as she ran forward. She twisted against the grip, her eyes locked on the scene in front of her.
“He’s drowning him!”
She screamed, her voice drowned out by the chaos, watching John B’s friends panic and Sarah crying.
Everyone gasped and fell silent as the Blonde one ran up to the two, holding a gun to Toppers head. She turned her head to see it was Rafe holding her back, her hands flying to her ears as bullets were fired into the air, as the group argued Rafe dragged her from the beach.
As Rafe pulled Eve away from the chaos, she twisted in his grip, panic flashing across her face.
"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to break free, but his hold was firm.
"Stop squirming," Rafe snapped, his tone sharp but not yelling. "You're not getting involved in pogue mess, trust me Im doing you a favor.”
She stumbled slightly as he tugged her farther from the fire and the sound of raised voices. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she barely felt the crunch of sand beneath her feet as Rafe basically dragged her up a small path leading away from the beach.
Eve wrenched her arm free the moment his grip loosened. "What the hell is wrong with you? He was drowning him, Rafe! You’re just gonna let that happen? That’s YOUR friend!”
"Don’t act like you understand how things work here," Rafe shot back, his voice loud, bouncing off the trees surrounding them. "You don’t get it, Eve. You’re not from here. You don’t know what you just walked into."
"Then tell me, Rafe!" she snapped, frustration spilling over. "Explain it to me, because all I see is a bunch of idiots acting like some stupid town rivalry is more important than their lives!”
He let out a sharp breath, running a hand over his face as if trying to keep himself in check. "Look, I didn’t want you caught up in this. That’s why I pulled you out, okay? You should be thanking me like I said."
"Thanking you?" she echoed in disbelief, shaking her head. "You and your friends are fucking insane.”
Rafe stepped closer, closing the distance between them.
"And you’re way in over your head if you think you can just stand there and play referee. Stick to Sarah, Eve. Stay out of this."
She stared up at him, her defiance faltering for a moment under the weight of his gaze. There was something in his tone an unspoken warning, maybe even concern? That made her hesitate.
“Maybe you should get your priorities straight and check on your sister.”
Eve spat as she roughly nudged past him, her heart pounding out of her chest as she walked up the trail and onto the main road. She didn’t care if she didn’t have a ride home, her eyes fixated on the red and blue lights flashing from the opposite direction. This wasn’t her situation, this wasn’t her life, or her stupid rivalry. All she wanted was to be away from the Cameron’s.
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Chapter One: The Cameron’s
AN; Hi! I haven’t posted in forever but, I’m writing this new series, I posted it on wattpad first, but decided to just post it here as well, I hope everyone enjoys! No warnings for the first chapter.
Moving across the United States solely for her fathers selfish intent was definitely not enjoyable.
She had tried everything, asking to stay with her aunt, her godmother, getting her own apartment.
Yet her father had a good point. She couldn’t afford to live alone in California- they already struggled as a family, what made her think she could somehow push it alone?
The central valley, the farming area of California, not the sunny, beachy, enjoyable part. More like constant cow shit smell, allergies from shaken trees and lots of traffic.
Her dad was a hard working man. Always trying to keep the family up, and so was her mom. Growing up a farmers daughter wasn’t easy. Handed down clothes, same shoes for all four years of high school. Yet she had everything she ever wanted and more, what could she complain about?
The front door swung open, her father basically chasing after her as she threw her bag on the ground and stomped into the kitchen to see her mom cooking.
“You are allowing this?”
Eve yelled, her moms eyes growing a bit wide as she set the knife down to turn to her husband who stood next to her daughter out of breath from chasing her up the long driveway.
“It’s not in my hands.”
Eves mother shrugged as she picked the silver knife back up, chopping at the carrots.
Eve let out a laugh as she rubbed her forehead then looked at her dad.
“North Carolina? That’s across the country dad.”
Eves dad, Carlos, frowned, his hands gripping at his cap that he now held in his hands, his facial hair growing grayer by the day.
“Sweetheart, it’s too much to live here- farms not doing good, we don’t sell like we did when you were a baby. I got a great opportunity over there.”
Suddenly, Eve felt guilty for acting like she did, her heart rate slowing drastically as her lips turned downwards. She quickly stepped forward, her arms wrapping around her dad as she squeezed him, nodding her head as her chin rested on his shoulder.
“Alright.”
It all happened so quickly after that.
Some wealthy family bought out their land in a matter of days, giving them just the perfect amount of money to make that horrid trip.
It felt like months but in reality it only took two days to get to their new house. The main problem was, they weren’t really able to see the house they bought till they arrived.
It wasn't horrible, simple three bedroom house, the neighbors were pretty quiet too. Everything was to quiet. Seeing her dad happy like he was is what made the move worth it.
That new house feeling is always hard to shake off. Eve sat on the front porch, writing in her journal when she heard the sound of tires against the gravel of the driveway. Her eyes shot up to see a truck pulling in, her thumb clicking at her pen as she tilted her head back towards the kitchen window.
“Dad! Somebody’s here!”
Her dad usually replied fast but she got silence, rolling her eyes as she closed her journal and stood up, hearing somebody walk up the steps, The creaking making her head snap back almost instantly as she set her stuff down on the chair.
“Can I help you?”
A tall man, he looked clean, like he was from the bay area where she was from but she knew that probably couldn’t be true. The nice plaid shirt he wore tucked into his jeans, his facial hair gruff yet cleaned up. He probably had the most perfect teeth she’d ever seen.
“Carlos here?”
The older man asked as he pulled off his sunglasses, his blue eyes squinting as she looked him up and down, a concerned look on her face.
“Who’s asking?”
His chuckle made her upper lip curl slightly, about to introduce himself before her dad swung the front door open, wiping the oil off his hands.
“Mr.Cameron, So sorry I was over in the garage.”
“Please, Just call me Ward.”
Eve felt a bitter taste in her mouth as she grabbed her journal and pens and went to walk past her dad who gripped at her shoulder.
“This is my daughter Eve.”
Eve let out a quiet sigh, looking at her dad and tucking her journal under her arm before she turned around and put on a smile, her arm extending as she shook his hand.
“Pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasures mine- I wanted to formally invite you to dinner at my house tonight, thought we could discuss some of the things we talked about over the phone?”
Ward spoke as Eve pushed past her dad and turned the corner, staying against the wall to listen to their conversation.
“I can bring my family?”
Carlos asked as he set his gloves down on the small shelf by the front door.
“Of course please, bring everyone.”
Ward laughed, patting Carlos’ shoulder before he began to walk down the steps of the porch.
“Seven pm okay? I’ll make sure I send you the address!”
As soon as her dad shut the door she turned from the corner, ready to protest but Carlos put his hand up and went to walk down the hallway.
“You’re going- I don’t wanna hear it.”
He spoke sternly as he washed his hands in the kitchen, Looking over as Eve leaned against the doorframe.
“I don’t even have nice clothes.”
Carlos rolled his eyes, drying his hands with a towel before digging into his back pocket and pulling out a crisp fifty dollar bill.
“Don’t tell your mom.”
Eve couldn’t help but smile as she grabbed the bill from his hand, kissing his cheek softly and grabbing the keys from the shelf and walking down the driveway.
Her first time going into town and she looked like.. shit. Her shorts torn up, and the one shirt she had on. She shrugged as she slipped on her sunglasses, starting up her dads truck.
No clue where she was going, she pulled up to a curb at the start of a strip of stores. Living this close to the water would definitely have to be something she would need to get use to. She shoved the trucks keys into her pocket and tugged at the door to make sure it was locked.
The sunglasses pulled the strands of her hair back as she slipped them over her head when she stepped into a store, Thankfully it was the perfect time of year for dresses, Eves hands separated the hangers looking for her size, not looking up when she heard the jingle of the bell again. She pulled one of the hangers off the rack looking at a beautiful solid black dress, her fingers digging for the tag. A huff of air leaving her as she saw the price, quickly putting it back.
Almost literally jumping out of her skin as one of the employees suddenly showed up right beside her, her body having a physical reaction as she jumped back and almost fell into the rack of jackets behind her.
“Need help finding something?”
She could hear her heart beating in her ears, but she shook her head with a slight laugh.
“No, I’m good, thanks.”
Eve nodded as she started looking at the dresses again, side eyeing the employee who stood in the same exact place.
“If I have any questions I of course would let you know.”
Eve spoke awkwardly, not sure what her reasoning was for just standing there. Eve cleared her throat and stepped back with one of the dresses, the employee's hand reaching out to reorganize the rack.
“That’s a seventy five dollar dress.”
The woman laughed slightly as Eve looked at the mirror holding it up to her frame, her eyebrows frowning as she looked over at her.
“Okay?”
She couldn’t help but scoff as she held the hanger in her hand still, what was she trying to say? She was having a really hard time grasping exactly what she meant- if she even had a point.
“I think you should go.”
The woman pulled the dress from Eves hands, making her laugh in disbelief, right when she was about to speak, another girl from behind her spoke
“And what If she had the money to pay for it? You want that dress? I’ll buy it for you, If it’s really that serious.”
The girl looked just as agitated as Eve, her head tilted as the employee rolled her eyes and handed the girl the dress.
“Sure Sarah.”
Sarah.
Eve turned the Sarah who was putting the dress back on the rack, her head tilting towards the door.
“There’s a better place down the street trust me, don’t give them your money.”
“I’m Eve by the way.”
Sarah nodded as she walked out the door. Eve followed cautiously, looking behind her with squinted eyes as she tried to see if there was a number she could call to complain.
Sarah noticed, shaking her head as her and Eve walked side by side.
“This strip doesn’t really have corporate numbers- they probably mistreat people all the time because of pogue status you know.”
What? Eve looked at Sarah confused as they walked into the new shop.
“What’s a pogue?”
Sarah was already ahead of her, flipping through racks with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times. “You’ve got to try this one,” she said, holding up a sleek black dress that clung to her fingers.
Eve shook her head quickly. “I don’t think black’s my color.”
Sarah rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, instead pulling another gown off the rack. This one was a soft lavender, the fabric so light it seemed to look almost see through. “What about this? It’s subtle but stunning. Perfect for you.”
Eve hesitated, glancing at the price tag. Her stomach dropped. “Sarah, I can’t afford this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.
Sarah waved her off, tossing the dress into Eve’s arms. “Don’t worry about it. My dad’s got a tab here. Just try it on.”
But Eve didn’t believe in luck like that, especially considering she has no plans on leaving her house just like she did back at home. The town truthfully was beautiful though, riding with her windows down gave her a feeling she hadn’t felt once in her life.
Once she got back home, she walked into the house seeing her mom curling her hair, yelling at her younger sister, making her quietly step into her room to get ready.
The dress fit her perfectly, the dark purple fabric going down to her shins, knowing if it had went any higher her mom would’ve thrown a fit about modesty. She walked out the kitchen, seeing her dad trying to clip his watch on his own, her heels clicking as she stepped over to him and grabbed the watch from his wrist, carefully clipping it on for him.
“My beautiful.”
Her dad smiled as he kissed her forehead, making her smile as she fixed his collar for him.
“Please be good, Mr.Cameron is a good man, with lots of money. We need this.”
Eve looked up at her dad and nodded her head as she held the necklace he had made for her in her hand.
“I wouldn’t mess up anything for you, I don’t have it In me.”
The drive to Cameron's house felt longer than it should’ve. Watching the houses go from one to two stories, to green lawns to gated communities definitely made her rethink where they stayed.
Seeing her dad pull into the curved driveway, her eyes probably sparkling as she stared at the large house it led up to. That's why he dressed like he did. Of course they had to sit in the car and listen to her dads seven minute pep talk about what they can and cannot say, by the time it was time to go inside all her anxiety had bubbled up to a point she was scared she was going to really say something stupid now.
Carlos reached for the handle on the door and knocked, listening to the rhythm echo through the huge home in front of them. Eve fixed her posture as the door swung open, the man from earlier today having a wide smile on his face as he shook her dads hand and greeted her mom and sisters.
Forcing her smile once again as she greeted him, thanking him for inviting them to her home. The thank you wasn’t forced though, the house was huge. Probably the biggest place she’s ever been- in her life. Her eyes ran up the staircase that was right in front of the front door, her heels clicking against their floor as the adults quickly made their way into the kitchen area, already rambling on about the drive across the country and old farmland.
Eve walked into the living room area, the lights off and the moon shining through the windows. She walked closer to the large frames, looking out to see the breathtaking view, her hands resting at her sides as she heard the muffled conversation from the room over.
What could somebody possibly do for a job to be able to live like this? Her gaze switched from the window to the beautiful pottery on the small tables in the room, her fingers grazing over the table, way too scared to touch the pots in fear they would somehow crumble beneath her finger tips.
“Eve?”
Eves head turned instantly at the familiar voice, smiling slightly to see the girl she had met earlier today, in a beautiful orange dress, her hair curled as she smiled back at her.
“Sarah-“
She hurried over to her, laughing in confusion as she looked her up and down.
“You look- beautiful.”
Sarah smiled, tipping her head slightly as her hands pushed out to clap slightly.
“I mean look at you, I picked out the perfect dress right? This was the dinner you mentioned?”
Eve nodded awkwardly as she rubbed her arm, was this her family's house? How embarrassing she didn’t even know or remember their last name when she was asked about it earlier in the day.
“Ward is your dad?”
Eve asked as they started to walk to the dining room area.
“Yep. Sarah Cameron, that’s me.”
How awkward. Eve couldn’t help but admire the life that Sarah had laid in front of her, yet she was still so kind. Lost in her own thoughts, Eve was taken aback when Sarah grabbed her arm and stopped her just short of the dining room entrance.
“There’s this thing going on tonight, at my boyfriend's house. You should come. You can meet some people.”
Yeah, she was way too nice. Eve stared at her for a few seconds before she looked into the dining hall to see Ward and her dad laughing, Rose and her mom admiring each other's outfits.
“I don’t know.. my dad he’s super strict, never lets me leave the house.”
Sarah gave her an exasperated look, but before Eve could finish her protest, Sarah swept into the room.
“Where is Rafe?” she asked, her voice carrying just enough to catch Ward’s attention.
Ward looked up from the conversation he was having with Carlos, his brow furrowing slightly before waving a dismissive hand. “You know how he is,” he said with a chuckle, returning to the discussion about farmland and markets.
Eve shrugged, hoping that would be the end of it. Sarah shook her head and grabbed both of her arms.
“I’ll tell them that we met earlier today and we instantly clicked, you’re telling me your dad doesn’t want you making friends?”
“Who’s Rafe?”
The girl asked as a course was set in front of them, her stomach grumbling as she realized she really hadn’t eaten a single thing today.
Ward cut off Sarah as she went to speak.
“My son, told him we were having guests but unfortunately he missed your family's wonderful presence.”
Eve laughed as she took a bite of the food, her eyebrows frowning as she looked down at the plate, her hand covering her mouth.
“What is this? That’s delicious.”
The table laughed at her sincere reaction, silence lingering as everyone ate before Sarah chimed in.
“Dad, could Eve stay the night? I know it seems like we just met twenty minutes ago but we met earlier today down at the strip.”
Ward was a bit too enthusiastic to say yes, looking over at Carlos who was staring at Eve. Knowing he hated it when he was put on the spot for things like this.
“I have no problem with it all.”
What a horrible liar. Eve couldn’t help but smile as she looked over at Sarah, taking another bite of her food as she winked at her.
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“Don’t fall though”
Sarah gasped as Eve climbed down through the window holding onto the frame, the two laughing as they ran across the yard holding their shoes in their hands.
Once they got to the actual street, Sarah said it wasn’t far to her boyfriends house so the two walked down the sidewalk, the crickets almost as loud as them.
The walk was pretty silent, Sarah must’ve noticed Eve admiring all the big houses, her gaze constantly away from the road.
“You’re quiet,” she finally said, glancing over.
Eve shrugged, her eyes still fixed on the street ahead. “Just… admiring how different this place is from where I grew up.”
Sarah laughed, a sound as light as the breeze. “Yeah, it’s pretty here, I guess. But after a while, it all just feels… the same. You’ll see what I mean.”
Once the two showed up, Sarah tugged her through the crowd of people and let go of her, running over to a boy and jumping on his back, her mood quickly shifted once she jumped off his back and smacked the arm of another boy across from her, even though eve was far from the scene she could tell they were arguing.
Eve stepped forward, smiling slightly as she cleared her throat. Sarah’s gaze went from the boy back to her, sighing as she grabbed Eves shoulder.
“This is Eve,” Sarah said, her tone slightly clipped. “Her family just moved here. Her dad’s working with ours. Eve, this is Rafe.”
Rafe turned to her then, his blue eyes piercing as they met hers. For a moment, the noise around them faded, and all Eve could hear was her own heartbeat, he was tall, and he seemed slightly out of it, his eyes hazy and a lazy smirk on his face.
“Rafe,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he extended his hand.
“Eve,” she replied, slipping her hand into his. His grip was firm, his hand warm against hers, and the contact sent a strange jolt up her arm.
"She's from California," Sarah added quickly, her tone sharp as she stood next to Topper, who offered a casual nod and introduced himself without much enthusiasm.
"So, you're full Kook, huh? Must be expensive out there," Topper quipped with a smug grin, swirling the drink in his hand.
Eve furrowed her brows, confused. Kook? What was that supposed to mean?
"What's a Kook?" she asked, glancing between them.
Rafe chuckled low, his smirk growing as he took a deliberate sip of his drink. The way his blue eyes lingered on her made her feel like the punchline to an inside joke she wasn’t in on.
"Just... don’t worry about it," Sarah sighed, clearly exasperated as she stepped over to a small drink station. She poured a glass and handed it to Eve.
"Yeah," Rafe drawled, leaning against the wall with casual confidence. "Don’t trouble yourself with the losers down there in the Cut." His tone was smooth, but there was a distinct edge, as though he relished the jab.
Eve accepted the drink from Sarah, still trying to piece together what was going on. "The Cut? What’s that supposed to mean?"
Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered under her breath, "Oh God, here we go..." before shooting a warning glance at Rafe.
"It means," Rafe said, stepping closer, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, "you’re better off sticking with the right crowd. You wouldn’t want to end up on the wrong side of town."
Eve narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening on the glass. The way he said it left a sour taste in her mouth, but before she could respond, Sarah cut in.
“Let me show you the view, it's insane.”
Sarah grabbed her arm, looking back at Rafe and Topper with a warning glance before she dragged Eve away.
Her grip on the drink tightened as a wave of embarrassment crept in. What did he mean by “the wrong side of town?” Was it obvious that she didn’t belong here?
Sarah’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s... complicated.”
Eve forced a smile, nodding even though she wasn’t sure what to say. “Complicated” was putting it lightly. She could still feel the weight of Rafe’s gaze, as if he’d peeled back a layer of her she wasn’t ready to share.
Sarah leaned against the railing of the porch, the wind blowing through her hair.
“Please really don’t take what Rafe, or what anybody says. A lot of them are pretty.. well dumb.”
Sarah and Eve laughed together, Sarah frowning slightly to see Eve swirl her drink around in her hand.
“I’ll be honest my dad had to drag me here, I left my whole life behind to be here.”
Eve spoke with a nod as she took a sip of the nasty mixed drink, licking her lips as Sarah nodded.
“I get it. You’re feeling out of place but it takes time, I promise you.”
Eve went to speak again but was cut off by the door swinging open. “
Sarah,” Rafe spoke with a sigh, his tone casual but somehow charged, “Kelce’s looking for you. Something about needing help with the keg.”
Sarah groaned, rubbing her forehead. “He’s a grown man; he can figure it out.”
“Yeah, well,” Rafe drawled, “he’s not doing a great job of proving that right now.”
Sarah gave Eve a small smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t let him scare you.”
Eve tried to laugh, but it came out more as a nervous chuckle. As Sarah disappeared into the house, Eve found herself alone with Rafe.
Chapter two IS written, just waiting to see if more people will see the first chapter or give feedback.
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Chapter One: The Cameron’s
AN; Hi! I haven’t posted in forever but, I’m writing this new series, I posted it on wattpad first, but decided to just post it here as well, I hope everyone enjoys! No warnings for the first chapter.
Moving across the United States solely for her fathers selfish intent was definitely not enjoyable.
She had tried everything, asking to stay with her aunt, her godmother, getting her own apartment.
Yet her father had a good point. She couldn’t afford to live alone in California- they already struggled as a family, what made her think she could somehow push it alone?
The central valley, the farming area of California, not the sunny, beachy, enjoyable part. More like constant cow shit smell, allergies from shaken trees and lots of traffic.
Her dad was a hard working man. Always trying to keep the family up, and so was her mom. Growing up a farmers daughter wasn’t easy. Handed down clothes, same shoes for all four years of high school. Yet she had everything she ever wanted and more, what could she complain about?
The front door swung open, her father basically chasing after her as she threw her bag on the ground and stomped into the kitchen to see her mom cooking.
“You are allowing this?”
Eve yelled, her moms eyes growing a bit wide as she set the knife down to turn to her husband who stood next to her daughter out of breath from chasing her up the long driveway.
“It’s not in my hands.”
Eves mother shrugged as she picked the silver knife back up, chopping at the carrots.
Eve let out a laugh as she rubbed her forehead then looked at her dad.
“North Carolina? That’s across the country dad.”
Eves dad, Carlos, frowned, his hands gripping at his cap that he now held in his hands, his facial hair growing grayer by the day.
“Sweetheart, it’s too much to live here- farms not doing good, we don’t sell like we did when you were a baby. I got a great opportunity over there.”
Suddenly, Eve felt guilty for acting like she did, her heart rate slowing drastically as her lips turned downwards. She quickly stepped forward, her arms wrapping around her dad as she squeezed him, nodding her head as her chin rested on his shoulder.
“Alright.”
It all happened so quickly after that.
Some wealthy family bought out their land in a matter of days, giving them just the perfect amount of money to make that horrid trip.
It felt like months but in reality it only took two days to get to their new house. The main problem was, they weren’t really able to see the house they bought till they arrived.
It wasn't horrible, simple three bedroom house, the neighbors were pretty quiet too. Everything was to quiet. Seeing her dad happy like he was is what made the move worth it.
That new house feeling is always hard to shake off. Eve sat on the front porch, writing in her journal when she heard the sound of tires against the gravel of the driveway. Her eyes shot up to see a truck pulling in, her thumb clicking at her pen as she tilted her head back towards the kitchen window.
“Dad! Somebody’s here!”
Her dad usually replied fast but she got silence, rolling her eyes as she closed her journal and stood up, hearing somebody walk up the steps, The creaking making her head snap back almost instantly as she set her stuff down on the chair.
“Can I help you?”
A tall man, he looked clean, like he was from the bay area where she was from but she knew that probably couldn’t be true. The nice plaid shirt he wore tucked into his jeans, his facial hair gruff yet cleaned up. He probably had the most perfect teeth she’d ever seen.
“Carlos here?”
The older man asked as he pulled off his sunglasses, his blue eyes squinting as she looked him up and down, a concerned look on her face.
“Who’s asking?”
His chuckle made her upper lip curl slightly, about to introduce himself before her dad swung the front door open, wiping the oil off his hands.
“Mr.Cameron, So sorry I was over in the garage.”
“Please, Just call me Ward.”
Eve felt a bitter taste in her mouth as she grabbed her journal and pens and went to walk past her dad who gripped at her shoulder.
“This is my daughter Eve.”
Eve let out a quiet sigh, looking at her dad and tucking her journal under her arm before she turned around and put on a smile, her arm extending as she shook his hand.
“Pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasures mine- I wanted to formally invite you to dinner at my house tonight, thought we could discuss some of the things we talked about over the phone?”
Ward spoke as Eve pushed past her dad and turned the corner, staying against the wall to listen to their conversation.
“I can bring my family?”
Carlos asked as he set his gloves down on the small shelf by the front door.
“Of course please, bring everyone.”
Ward laughed, patting Carlos’ shoulder before he began to walk down the steps of the porch.
“Seven pm okay? I’ll make sure I send you the address!”
As soon as her dad shut the door she turned from the corner, ready to protest but Carlos put his hand up and went to walk down the hallway.
“You’re going- I don’t wanna hear it.”
He spoke sternly as he washed his hands in the kitchen, Looking over as Eve leaned against the doorframe.
“I don’t even have nice clothes.”
Carlos rolled his eyes, drying his hands with a towel before digging into his back pocket and pulling out a crisp fifty dollar bill.
“Don’t tell your mom.”
Eve couldn’t help but smile as she grabbed the bill from his hand, kissing his cheek softly and grabbing the keys from the shelf and walking down the driveway.
Her first time going into town and she looked like.. shit. Her shorts torn up, and the one shirt she had on. She shrugged as she slipped on her sunglasses, starting up her dads truck.
No clue where she was going, she pulled up to a curb at the start of a strip of stores. Living this close to the water would definitely have to be something she would need to get use to. She shoved the trucks keys into her pocket and tugged at the door to make sure it was locked.
The sunglasses pulled the strands of her hair back as she slipped them over her head when she stepped into a store, Thankfully it was the perfect time of year for dresses, Eves hands separated the hangers looking for her size, not looking up when she heard the jingle of the bell again. She pulled one of the hangers off the rack looking at a beautiful solid black dress, her fingers digging for the tag. A huff of air leaving her as she saw the price, quickly putting it back.
Almost literally jumping out of her skin as one of the employees suddenly showed up right beside her, her body having a physical reaction as she jumped back and almost fell into the rack of jackets behind her.
“Need help finding something?”
She could hear her heart beating in her ears, but she shook her head with a slight laugh.
“No, I’m good, thanks.”
Eve nodded as she started looking at the dresses again, side eyeing the employee who stood in the same exact place.
“If I have any questions I of course would let you know.”
Eve spoke awkwardly, not sure what her reasoning was for just standing there. Eve cleared her throat and stepped back with one of the dresses, the employee's hand reaching out to reorganize the rack.
“That’s a seventy five dollar dress.”
The woman laughed slightly as Eve looked at the mirror holding it up to her frame, her eyebrows frowning as she looked over at her.
“Okay?”
She couldn’t help but scoff as she held the hanger in her hand still, what was she trying to say? She was having a really hard time grasping exactly what she meant- if she even had a point.
“I think you should go.”
The woman pulled the dress from Eves hands, making her laugh in disbelief, right when she was about to speak, another girl from behind her spoke
“And what If she had the money to pay for it? You want that dress? I’ll buy it for you, If it’s really that serious.”
The girl looked just as agitated as Eve, her head tilted as the employee rolled her eyes and handed the girl the dress.
“Sure Sarah.”
Sarah.
Eve turned the Sarah who was putting the dress back on the rack, her head tilting towards the door.
“There’s a better place down the street trust me, don’t give them your money.”
“I’m Eve by the way.”
Sarah nodded as she walked out the door. Eve followed cautiously, looking behind her with squinted eyes as she tried to see if there was a number she could call to complain.
Sarah noticed, shaking her head as her and Eve walked side by side.
“This strip doesn’t really have corporate numbers- they probably mistreat people all the time because of pogue status you know.”
What? Eve looked at Sarah confused as they walked into the new shop.
“What’s a pogue?”
Sarah was already ahead of her, flipping through racks with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times. “You’ve got to try this one,” she said, holding up a sleek black dress that clung to her fingers.
Eve shook her head quickly. “I don’t think black’s my color.”
Sarah rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, instead pulling another gown off the rack. This one was a soft lavender, the fabric so light it seemed to look almost see through. “What about this? It’s subtle but stunning. Perfect for you.”
Eve hesitated, glancing at the price tag. Her stomach dropped. “Sarah, I can’t afford this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.
Sarah waved her off, tossing the dress into Eve’s arms. “Don’t worry about it. My dad’s got a tab here. Just try it on.”
But Eve didn’t believe in luck like that, especially considering she has no plans on leaving her house just like she did back at home. The town truthfully was beautiful though, riding with her windows down gave her a feeling she hadn’t felt once in her life.
Once she got back home, she walked into the house seeing her mom curling her hair, yelling at her younger sister, making her quietly step into her room to get ready.
The dress fit her perfectly, the dark purple fabric going down to her shins, knowing if it had went any higher her mom would’ve thrown a fit about modesty. She walked out the kitchen, seeing her dad trying to clip his watch on his own, her heels clicking as she stepped over to him and grabbed the watch from his wrist, carefully clipping it on for him.
“My beautiful.”
Her dad smiled as he kissed her forehead, making her smile as she fixed his collar for him.
“Please be good, Mr.Cameron is a good man, with lots of money. We need this.”
Eve looked up at her dad and nodded her head as she held the necklace he had made for her in her hand.
“I wouldn’t mess up anything for you, I don’t have it In me.”
The drive to Cameron's house felt longer than it should’ve. Watching the houses go from one to two stories, to green lawns to gated communities definitely made her rethink where they stayed.
Seeing her dad pull into the curved driveway, her eyes probably sparkling as she stared at the large house it led up to. That's why he dressed like he did. Of course they had to sit in the car and listen to her dads seven minute pep talk about what they can and cannot say, by the time it was time to go inside all her anxiety had bubbled up to a point she was scared she was going to really say something stupid now.
Carlos reached for the handle on the door and knocked, listening to the rhythm echo through the huge home in front of them. Eve fixed her posture as the door swung open, the man from earlier today having a wide smile on his face as he shook her dads hand and greeted her mom and sisters.
Forcing her smile once again as she greeted him, thanking him for inviting them to her home. The thank you wasn’t forced though, the house was huge. Probably the biggest place she’s ever been- in her life. Her eyes ran up the staircase that was right in front of the front door, her heels clicking against their floor as the adults quickly made their way into the kitchen area, already rambling on about the drive across the country and old farmland.
Eve walked into the living room area, the lights off and the moon shining through the windows. She walked closer to the large frames, looking out to see the breathtaking view, her hands resting at her sides as she heard the muffled conversation from the room over.
What could somebody possibly do for a job to be able to live like this? Her gaze switched from the window to the beautiful pottery on the small tables in the room, her fingers grazing over the table, way too scared to touch the pots in fear they would somehow crumble beneath her finger tips.
“Eve?”
Eves head turned instantly at the familiar voice, smiling slightly to see the girl she had met earlier today, in a beautiful orange dress, her hair curled as she smiled back at her.
“Sarah-“
She hurried over to her, laughing in confusion as she looked her up and down.
“You look- beautiful.”
Sarah smiled, tipping her head slightly as her hands pushed out to clap slightly.
“I mean look at you, I picked out the perfect dress right? This was the dinner you mentioned?”
Eve nodded awkwardly as she rubbed her arm, was this her family's house? How embarrassing she didn’t even know or remember their last name when she was asked about it earlier in the day.
“Ward is your dad?”
Eve asked as they started to walk to the dining room area.
“Yep. Sarah Cameron, that’s me.”
How awkward. Eve couldn’t help but admire the life that Sarah had laid in front of her, yet she was still so kind. Lost in her own thoughts, Eve was taken aback when Sarah grabbed her arm and stopped her just short of the dining room entrance.
“There’s this thing going on tonight, at my boyfriend's house. You should come. You can meet some people.”
Yeah, she was way too nice. Eve stared at her for a few seconds before she looked into the dining hall to see Ward and her dad laughing, Rose and her mom admiring each other's outfits.
“I don’t know.. my dad he’s super strict, never lets me leave the house.”
Sarah gave her an exasperated look, but before Eve could finish her protest, Sarah swept into the room.
“Where is Rafe?” she asked, her voice carrying just enough to catch Ward’s attention.
Ward looked up from the conversation he was having with Carlos, his brow furrowing slightly before waving a dismissive hand. “You know how he is,” he said with a chuckle, returning to the discussion about farmland and markets.
Eve shrugged, hoping that would be the end of it. Sarah shook her head and grabbed both of her arms.
“I’ll tell them that we met earlier today and we instantly clicked, you’re telling me your dad doesn’t want you making friends?”
“Who’s Rafe?”
The girl asked as a course was set in front of them, her stomach grumbling as she realized she really hadn’t eaten a single thing today.
Ward cut off Sarah as she went to speak.
“My son, told him we were having guests but unfortunately he missed your family's wonderful presence.”
Eve laughed as she took a bite of the food, her eyebrows frowning as she looked down at the plate, her hand covering her mouth.
“What is this? That’s delicious.”
The table laughed at her sincere reaction, silence lingering as everyone ate before Sarah chimed in.
“Dad, could Eve stay the night? I know it seems like we just met twenty minutes ago but we met earlier today down at the strip.”
Ward was a bit too enthusiastic to say yes, looking over at Carlos who was staring at Eve. Knowing he hated it when he was put on the spot for things like this.
“I have no problem with it all.”
What a horrible liar. Eve couldn’t help but smile as she looked over at Sarah, taking another bite of her food as she winked at her.
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“Don’t fall though”
Sarah gasped as Eve climbed down through the window holding onto the frame, the two laughing as they ran across the yard holding their shoes in their hands.
Once they got to the actual street, Sarah said it wasn’t far to her boyfriends house so the two walked down the sidewalk, the crickets almost as loud as them.
The walk was pretty silent, Sarah must’ve noticed Eve admiring all the big houses, her gaze constantly away from the road.
“You’re quiet,” she finally said, glancing over.
Eve shrugged, her eyes still fixed on the street ahead. “Just… admiring how different this place is from where I grew up.”
Sarah laughed, a sound as light as the breeze. “Yeah, it’s pretty here, I guess. But after a while, it all just feels… the same. You’ll see what I mean.”
Once the two showed up, Sarah tugged her through the crowd of people and let go of her, running over to a boy and jumping on his back, her mood quickly shifted once she jumped off his back and smacked the arm of another boy across from her, even though eve was far from the scene she could tell they were arguing.
Eve stepped forward, smiling slightly as she cleared her throat. Sarah’s gaze went from the boy back to her, sighing as she grabbed Eves shoulder.
“This is Eve,” Sarah said, her tone slightly clipped. “Her family just moved here. Her dad’s working with ours. Eve, this is Rafe.”
Rafe turned to her then, his blue eyes piercing as they met hers. For a moment, the noise around them faded, and all Eve could hear was her own heartbeat, he was tall, and he seemed slightly out of it, his eyes hazy and a lazy smirk on his face.
“Rafe,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he extended his hand.
“Eve,” she replied, slipping her hand into his. His grip was firm, his hand warm against hers, and the contact sent a strange jolt up her arm.
"She's from California," Sarah added quickly, her tone sharp as she stood next to Topper, who offered a casual nod and introduced himself without much enthusiasm.
"So, you're full Kook, huh? Must be expensive out there," Topper quipped with a smug grin, swirling the drink in his hand.
Eve furrowed her brows, confused. Kook? What was that supposed to mean?
"What's a Kook?" she asked, glancing between them.
Rafe chuckled low, his smirk growing as he took a deliberate sip of his drink. The way his blue eyes lingered on her made her feel like the punchline to an inside joke she wasn’t in on.
"Just... don’t worry about it," Sarah sighed, clearly exasperated as she stepped over to a small drink station. She poured a glass and handed it to Eve.
"Yeah," Rafe drawled, leaning against the wall with casual confidence. "Don’t trouble yourself with the losers down there in the Cut." His tone was smooth, but there was a distinct edge, as though he relished the jab.
Eve accepted the drink from Sarah, still trying to piece together what was going on. "The Cut? What’s that supposed to mean?"
Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered under her breath, "Oh God, here we go..." before shooting a warning glance at Rafe.
"It means," Rafe said, stepping closer, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, "you’re better off sticking with the right crowd. You wouldn’t want to end up on the wrong side of town."
Eve narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening on the glass. The way he said it left a sour taste in her mouth, but before she could respond, Sarah cut in.
“Let me show you the view, it's insane.”
Sarah grabbed her arm, looking back at Rafe and Topper with a warning glance before she dragged Eve away.
Her grip on the drink tightened as a wave of embarrassment crept in. What did he mean by “the wrong side of town?” Was it obvious that she didn’t belong here?
Sarah’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s... complicated.”
Eve forced a smile, nodding even though she wasn’t sure what to say. “Complicated” was putting it lightly. She could still feel the weight of Rafe’s gaze, as if he’d peeled back a layer of her she wasn’t ready to share.
Sarah leaned against the railing of the porch, the wind blowing through her hair.
“Please really don’t take what Rafe, or what anybody says. A lot of them are pretty.. well dumb.”
Sarah and Eve laughed together, Sarah frowning slightly to see Eve swirl her drink around in her hand.
“I’ll be honest my dad had to drag me here, I left my whole life behind to be here.”
Eve spoke with a nod as she took a sip of the nasty mixed drink, licking her lips as Sarah nodded.
“I get it. You’re feeling out of place but it takes time, I promise you.”
Eve went to speak again but was cut off by the door swinging open. “
Sarah,” Rafe spoke with a sigh, his tone casual but somehow charged, “Kelce’s looking for you. Something about needing help with the keg.”
Sarah groaned, rubbing her forehead. “He’s a grown man; he can figure it out.”
“Yeah, well,” Rafe drawled, “he’s not doing a great job of proving that right now.”
Sarah gave Eve a small smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t let him scare you.”
Eve tried to laugh, but it came out more as a nervous chuckle. As Sarah disappeared into the house, Eve found herself alone with Rafe.
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afab reader x Pornstar! ID Leon
Warnings: Smut- just pure porn with a plot. PORNSTAR LUIS TOO HEHE.Slight (very) slight mentions of being obsessed/ watching reader, leon eats pussy (ofc he does) and fucks reader stupid.
Word count: 3,169
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knock knock
“What?”
Why did he sound so annoyed? Your fist stalled against the door as you paused your knocking.
“Um- Greg told me to introduce myself. Sorry if you’re busy.”
Just try and sound sweet, don’t be a pushover. You had barely just stepped onto the set, still in the clothes you wore to your psychology class. The room ran silent, your eyes reading over his name on his door continuously before it swung up, your hair moving from the gust of wind.
His arms were so toned, his hand gripping the handle of the door knob as he leaned against the door frame. Incredibly toned, his shirt off and his hair laying against his face so perfectly. His steely eyes scanned you up and down, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he saw you holding your Psych 200 book.
“Leon.”
He mumbled as he watched you scan over his arms. He was cocky; you could tell. Before you could even introduce yourself, the door slammed in your face, your hands gripping your bag as you sighed to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief.
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“She shot with Sera like a month ago. The video is still up on the front page too.”
Leon’s makeup artist spoke as she rubbed the beauty blender against his forehead. Leon stared at himself in the mirror; he felt terrible for slamming the door in your face. He really did. He has been in the industry for too long, and he has never had anyone come and formally introduce themselves before filming, so seeing you stand there not being able to say a complete sentence to his face just irritated him. He was also just surprised you didn’t know him; he owned this whole set, his manager is the one who makes his booking, or he definitely wouldn’t have picked you of all people.
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After shooting with Luis, the two of you became very close friends; when you got to your small studio room, you threw your bag and book down, dialing his number on your phone as you pulled your laptop out, sitting on the desk.
“Hello?”
Luis' voice rang through your ear as you sighed in frustration, instantly communicating that something was wrong.
“He slammed a door in my face when I tried to say hi to him, Luis.. why does he have such a big ego? Sure is heavy for a man I've never even seen before.”
Your fingers typed his name into the search bar, clicking on the first link to come up as you listened to Luis ramble about how this is just how it’s going to be and how lucky you were to get him as your first shoot, your mouth ran dry seeing the cover photo of one of Leon’s hundreds of videos, his cock barely pushing into some girl, his hair covering his face so perfectly and his lips parted so slightly.
“Mama, what did I tell you? Do not google.”
Luis scolded as he listened to you close the laptop.
“I don’t know, Luis, maybe I should just leave- I have to go; makeup’s here.”
Hanging up on him because of the slight knock on the door. It must have been noticeable that you were in your head, the pretty makeup artist wiping at your cheeks with a light bronzer to grab your attention.
“You don’t need much makeup, and you’re naturally very beautiful.”
She smiles softly as she reaches for the mascara. You smile back at her as she tilts your head around.
“That’s very sweet of you, thank you.”
You laugh as she turns your chair around, smiling as she pushes your hair from your face.
“Gorgeous, they want you in this. Whatever you wear under is completely up to you.”
The beautiful woman rambled as she pulled the light blue sundress from the bag, handing it to you. No matter what they said to you, you couldn’t get out of your own head.
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The wall had a weird pattern. It wasn’t like standard white paint but was super grainy, you sat further back, watching as the director checked all of his cameras, fixing the lights, and reading over signed paperwork. They never handed you a script, though, which left you lost. Luis’ crew had a script. It was easy to remember, but maybe only Leon had one. Right when you think about him, he comes walking in from the main door, a smug smile on his face as he grabs hands to shake. If he weren’t in the industry he would make a wonderful bodyguard with broad shoulders, strong arms, and confidence. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt accompanied by a pair of dark denim jeans. It sucked; he was such an asshole, he was handsome. It suddenly made you feel so self-conscious, remembering the cover photo you had seen on your laptop. You specifically specialized in actual content, genuine emotions, and honest reactions, and the people love it. You started on your own, only fans, to be specific, and it makes you laugh out of embarrassment when it’s brought up. Your eyes follow Leon as he grabs a cup of water, leaning on the table as he talks to the makeup artist, who, for some reason, points over to you. Your eyes drop to your lap, your legs crossed as you play with the soft material of the dress. Your heart began to race as you saw his shoes directly in front of you. His presence was so heavy. Your gaze shifted up to him, his hand touching the arm of your chair.
“Sorry for slamming the door on you, I’ve had a long week, and I forgot I was shooting today.”
Hearing him talk in a complete sentence now was weird, his voice rough yet deep. You nodded your head as you shrugged.
“I can’t blame you; I would slam the door on me too.”
You smile, but it quickly drops once you notice what he said; how could he forget he has a shot? He just called you easily forgettable. Leon’s eyes trailed down to your thighs, smiling to himself as your leg bounced up and down. The two of you stood in your silence before Greg walked over towards you two, grabbing your shoulders.
“Leon, Y/N, Y/N, Leon. I know this piece of work doesn’t introduce himself for shit.”
He laughed, pointing towards the bed in the middle of the room; Leon’s eyes squinted at the minor insult before both of your eyes shifted to the bed. He had explained some shitty plan that had the two of you bored. He sighed before he looked at Leon, touching his arm.
“Just do whatever you want. Why do you pay me?”
His foot turned to walk away from you two as Leon still stared at the bed in the middle of the room. He turned back to you, putting his hand out, your eyebrow-raising in confusion up at him.
“Leon Kennedy.”
Your hand pulled from your lap, shaking at his, both of your grip on each other strong as you nodded your head.
“Just call me Y/N.”
You spoke sheepishly before he helped you up from the chair. Was he going to listen to what the director said? This was an extensive movie set, the bedroom, and then the small room apart from the bedroom that seemed to resemble a hallway.
“I know we stepped off on the wrong foot, but can you trust me? Just for the next hour?”
Leon leaned down to your ear as the two of you walked towards the hallway set. You nodded your head as the lighting changed to a darker yellow.
Leon’s head turned towards the camera as he put his hand up
“No cuts.”
He yelled out as he turned back to you.
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Felt awful slamming the door on her pretty face.
Leon’s grip on the door handle grew tighter by the second as you rambled on about trying to introduce yourself. The room shook as he slammed the door, a strained groan leaving his lips as he looked down at his sweatpants. You had knocked at a horrible time, Leon’s laptop on display with your video with Luis flashing on his screen. He was obsessed with you. Obsessed with how your lips parted before you moaned or how easily sensitive you were. You didn’t need to introduce yourself. He already knew. So when he called his agent asking him to call your agent to see if you were booking, he was more than excited when they said you were open. He pumped himself for almost an hour, soft moans leaving his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, trying to think about how it would feel to have you squeezing around his cock.
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“Action!”
Greg screamed, your eyelids heavy as you looked up at Leon. It was crazy how fast you could switch moods like that. Leon's hands were immediately all over you, pressing you into the wall by your waist as he hungrily peppered kisses against your jaw. And suddenly everything felt so much hotter? His hands dragged down your skin, and his lips burned into the soft skin of your neck, a whine leaving your lips as one of Leon’s hungry hands brought your leg to his waist.
“There you go, honey, relax for me..”
He mumbled into your skin as his hands lifted you into his arms. You were surprised at his strength as he held you with one hand, his other pushing the door open. He made you feel so small, throwing you down onto the plush mattress, your chest rising and falling as he softly nipped at your collarbones. You weren’t this nervous with Luis, your hands shaking as you pushed some hair from Leon’s face as he kissed the small space between your chest, his hands carefully rubbing up your thighs, his fingers resting against your stomach as he pushed himself down the bed. He needed more. The way you shook under him only encouraged him, his head nuzzling so perfectly between your thighs, smirking up at you as your eyes fluttered away from you, avoiding his stare. The pressure in his pants grew more intense, listening to the hiss pull through your teeth as he held onto the fabric of the sundress, licking over your pretty black panties.
“Damn..”
He grumbled as he lifted your hips, pulling the panties off you, bundling them up in his hand, and pushing them into his pocket as he moved the dress's material again. Scooting in closer to you, laying your knees over his shoulders as he looked up at you through heavy eyelids, his tongue laying a long strip over your folds. You couldn’t help but squirm in his grasp, his hands flying to your waist as you let out that shaky whine again that drove him fucking crazy. You tasted so unbelievably good on his tongue, his eyes rolling back as he hungrily lapped at your folds, pulling you closer like somebody was trying to take you from him. You were so dazed, your back arching as the cameraman squatted beside you and Leon, trying to get the perfect angle. You didn’t even care about his presence, caught up in crying out Leon's name as he repeatedly lapped at your clit, a loud whimper leaving your lips as you sat up, tugging at his hair. Leon could stay between your legs all day, but he needed more. He pulled away from your still dripping core, his face glistening with your slick as he took advantage of you sitting up, pulling the dress over your head. He couldn’t help but groan, finally seeing you bare beneath him, his hands pushing down against your chest, your back laying flat against the mattress yet again as you stared up at him, watching with sparkling eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was sculpted so beautifully.. and it hit you, this is why he’s so popular, he’s a walking god.
“Been waiting on this part all fucking day..”
Leon’s lips parted as he yanked his jeans down, along with his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief as his cock pressed against his upper stomach, his hand reaching down to pump himself as he kicked his jeans off. And suddenly you felt like that girl on the cover of the video you saw, Leon’s hair sprawling perfectly against his face as he leans his body down, tearing your thighs open as his thumb lazily rubs small circles against your clit, smirking as you jolt forward. He continued to pump himself as he reached over, grabbing at the baby pink silk pillow at the edge of the bed before he shoved it under your hips. What a gentleman… you thought to yourself before your thighs were pressing together at the feeling of his cock pressing into you. He was so thick, your walls having a hard time adjusting to even just the tip of him. Leon’s lips pressed together as he let out a quiet “fuck..” His hands holding your legs open as he put more pressure on your clit, your core growing soaked again assisting him in sliding so perfectly into you. If he weren’t getting paid for this, he would’ve just came then and there, watching your pretty face scrunch up in painful pleasure, your legs kicking in his grasp slightly, and your painfully tight walls squeezing him.
“Fuck.. relax, baby, let me in.”
Leon whispered to you as you nodded your head, allowing your hips to rest against the pillow as he cooed down at you, leaning down against your much smaller form and forcing your legs over his broad shoulder. His thumb is still rubbing at your clit to ease the pain of him stretching you out. Leon’s jaw tightens as he pulls his hips back, letting out a shaky breath as he slams back into you, smiling as the small “Mmph!-“ Left your throat involuntarily. So fucking precious. Your soft thighs brushed against his chest as he fucked into you, his body weight lifting off you as he grabbed your ankles, staring down at where he pushed into you. Even the director looked surprised as Leon let out a long moan. It rumbled through his chest as he continued to fuck into you, your hands grabbing at the bed sheets. Leon mumbled a few words to himself before he grabbed at your body, flipping you on to your side as he threw the pillow to to other side of the room. He crawled behind you, lifting your leg before he pushed into you again, causing you to let out a loud whine, your head leaning back into his shoulder as his thrusts somehow became deeper- more meaningful. Leon reached over, pushing some hair from your face as he looked down at you.
“Come on, sweetheart, open your eyes for me.”
His lips touch the shell of your ear as he whispers to you. You were in bliss; he rubbed against your walls so perfectly it felt like your skin was on fire. Your eyes fluttered open, looking at the camera hazily. Leon shook his head, grabbing your jaw and turning your head towards him.
“Don’t look at them.. look at me… it’s just you and me right now, baby, just you and me.”
He groaned down to you as a loud cry of pleasure left your lips in response, your orgasm crashing through you. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as his hips snapped into you faster.
“That's a good fucking girl- mm.. fuck keep squeezing around me like that, honey..”
Leon felt his hips stuttering as he looked down at you, fucked out in his arms. A shaky moan left his lips as his hips stopped, his cum spurting into you, causing loud cries to leave your lips. Leon laid out of breath before he pulled out of you, smirking as he tilted his head at the cameraman to bring him in closer as he spread your lips, his fingers spreading your folds as his cum dripped out of you, the biggest smirk on his face.
“Cut!”
Was all you heard as the bed dipped beside you, your body still trying to recover as you sat up, your hair messy and your mascara running down the side of your face as Leon laughed, looking over at you.
“You okay, sugar?”
He asked sweetly as he grabbed a water, opening it before handing it to you, pushing some hair from your face as you took a small sip.
“Yeah.. just was a lot.”
You nod as he watches you; he clears his throat, handing you the sundress from the ground as he stands, pulling his pants up.
“Listen. I know you don’t know me, but, are you busy tonight? Let me take you out for dinner.”
He wasn’t asking; it was more of him letting you know he was. Your arms go through the holes before you look at him, nodding your head.
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You were the current talk of the industry.
Everyone was so curious how you broke Leon, making him utterly different from any video he’s ever shot.
Your face scrunches as you look at yours and Leon’s page on the front cover of the site, that smirk on his face as he spreads apart your folds. Your knee is pressed to your chest as you scroll through the comments, flinching slightly as you feel pressure at the top of your head.
“Morning.”
Leon grumbles as he sips his coffee after kissing the top of your head. His eyes follow yours, seeing the “uploaded two months ago” in the corner as he whistled
“Gonna win awards for that one.”
He winks at you, your arm swinging at him before you shut the laptop on the table.
my porn star leon AU always holds a special place in my heart man.
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Heyy, I ve been reading your work for a while now, and I remember you were in a tight situation a few months ago. Im sorry I wasnt able to help, as I too am in a tight situation, but I was wondering if things are working out for you right now. I hope you're ok and happy, just stay strong and know whatever this is, it wont last forever, and that you are loved. I dont know how this helps, But I hope you're good and healthy. Have a great day, love!
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this is so sweet. the situation i was in was seriously really really draining, but i pushed through and im doing much much better. thank you so much for the message it literally means the world to me. i hope that your situation got better too, you deserve happiness and to feel relief in your life. thank you again <3