two summers from now, we’ll have been talking but not all that often

It was awkward. You wanted to kick yourself for listening to Sarah when she told you coming to a Kook party would be fun. You knew better. Of course it wouldn’t be fun for you. It was two months after your breakup and you weren’t over Rafe, and he was guaranteed to be here with his new situationship Sofia. You could lie and say you wanted him to be happy, but of course you didn’t want him to be happy without you.

“Crap” you muttered as you watched him walk into the room, arm slung loosely around Sofia, wearing his familiar smirk. You wanted to hide, and drunk on tequila shots you believed you could. But as you ducked behind the counter, you bumped your head and immediately shot back up. Of course that was when Rafe’s eyes landed on yours. Blue on green. He stared at you, his gaze surprised and something else you couldn’t quite place.

I’m wrong again, wrong again

Stupid. You’d been stupid to come here. Stupid to ever think you could get over Rafe. You could still feel his gaze on you, unwavering. And you couldn’t tear you eyes away from him. The way he removed his arm from Sofia, the way he leaned back against the wall and stared at you, like he could see into your soul. Like he knew what you were thinking.

Your mouth almost dropped open, as he took a sip from his drink and winked at you. And just like that, you were ruined.

I love you, I’m sorry