New Years party, the one everyone went to, whether you were a kook or a pogue, it didn’t matter, everyone was just there to have fun, get high, and get fucked.

And of course, the kook king was here, Rafe Cameron. He ruled these parties, everyone knew him, he had all the hookups.

So it was funny when you somehow found yourself making out with him in the bathroom.

Heavy breathing, wandering hands, mouths colliding. He was all over you, and you loved it. You were pushed against the door, your bra pulled down and Rafe’s hands taking its place. Then suddenly—knocking, a lot of it, and it was loud, so was the voice that followed the noise.

“Open the door!” A voice says, one that makes your heart drop. Sarah. Rafe’s sister, and she would kill you if she found out what you were doing with him.

“Yo, just a minute!” Rafe says, his hand still firm on your mouth. “Open the fucking door Rafe, I have to pee!” Sarah yells back, her voice slightly muffled from the door, which was the only thing that seemed to be keeping the situation from escalating.

She pounds on the door again, and your head vibrates with every knock, your eyes moving frantically, becoming glassy. “Are you fucking crying?” Rafe whispers, the sound of Sarahs voice in the background. “There’s no reason to fucking cry, you haven’t been caught yet.” He says softly, keeping his voice low.

He removes his hand slowly, letting you speak. “She’s my best friend.” You whisper, looking up at him. “Damn it, {{user}}, we have to figure this out like, right now.” He says.