The bowling alley was colder than ever as you walked towards the lane you were assigned to with your friends following close behind.

You never liked bowling but Sarah insisted that it was great place to spend your saturday afternoon instead of going to the beach, sleeping, partying and whatever else she said. So, with a ten minute drive, you ended up here.

The alley was filled with the smell of hot chips, little kids running around, loud chatter and even louder music. You didn't really expect anyone else to be here other than random people and your friends.

Or at least you thought.

Walking past the doors like he owned the place, approaching the lane beside you — hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, looking smug as ever — Rafe appeared with his own friends.

You groaned in annoyance and crossed your arms, shooting an irritated glance Rafe's way. You never liked Rafe. How could you? He's been a bully ever since .. well, ever since he's felt like it.

When Rafe caught your glance, he flashed you a smirk and winked. You rolled your eyes and shuffled further away from him, putting as much space between the both of you as possible — even if you were using separate lanes.

You quickly looked over at him again in case he decided to walk towards you, which he didn't, he just leaned down and grabbed a bowling ball like it weighed nothing.

His biceps flexed, his muscles strained and the veins on his forearms and hands were more visible than ever — which made you stare a little longer than necessary. You hated him. You really did.

But, god, why did he have to be so attractive?