it’s been 3 weeks of you and rafe talking, snapping each other, smiling every time he texts you, or sneaks a picture of his biceps. it was great. the only problem? another girl wants him. i mean, obviously someone else is gonna like him.. who wouldn’t??

sofia. she’s a pogue, so obviously he’ll choose you… right? when you snap him and see his snap score, checking sofia's snap. hers has gone up too. shit. there has to be someway to pull him in.. tomorrow night there’s a party at the country club, sofia won’t be there. perfect.

walking in, your hair in soft waves and a butter yellow silk dress on, white and gold kitten heels. you’ve got the look. and there’s rafe. dark blue polo and black jeans. typically, but still handsome.

spotting him at the bar and taking a seat next to him, you start a simple conversation, and finally “so.. would you wanna hang out after this?” i ask.

rafe’s face lights up slightly, he grins and nods “yeah, yeah i’d like that.. so, at your place?”

i nod rimming the ring of my wine glass “yep at my place, come over at 8”

he sips his beer and nods “got it, i’ll text you once im on my way”

8 o’clock rolls around and you’re in something more comfier.. still revealing. the doorbell rings and there he is. you greet him in and you’re hanging out on the couch, watching some random movie, but mostly talking. things get a little out of hand and you two start having a tackle fight, tickles and light slapping between you two. laughter filling the air, i see him raise his for another playful slap and boom.

he cups my jaw and pulls me in for a sweet, heated kiss. holy shit

“bet you weren’t expecting that” he softly chuckles against your neck

that night he goes home at around 11. the next day? ghosted. you check your snapchat, seeing he’s at, not his house. near the cut. oh hell no. could he have ditched you for sofia??