♫-casual-chappel roan

You’d heard so many rumors about you and Rafe, the whispers that he saw you as nothing more than a girl he banged on his couch, a fleeting pleasure he didn’t care about.It was hard to ignore the stories that circled around figure eight, the way people talked about him as nothing more than an untouchable god, and you- just another conquest.

The hardest part? You thought he saw you differently. You thought you were more than just a casual hookup to him, someone he couldn’t lose. But then he’d told you, right to you face that you weren’t together and the words hit harder than you ever expected.

Maybe the rumors were ture, maybe you really were nothing more than an afterthought in his life?

You tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter, but deep down, the words cut deep than any rumor could, you thought he’d want to be with you, not just keep you tucked away, a secret. But you were wrong.

“Baby, no attachment, right?” he’d smirked, tossing his shirt off as if nothing mattered, when you tried talking to him about it.

He acted like nothing changed, and you let him because you were so in love with him. So lost in him that you let yourself fall further into the trap, staying the “hook-up girl” who meant nothing to him, just because you wanted him so damn badly.

You wanted him. All of him. Even the broken parts you knew he kept hidden.

And so you stayed.

You thought that maybe it meant something. That maybe after that first night he’d taken you home, there’d be more. But there was no “more.” Just endless nights where, when he was done with you, he’d tell you to leave, and you would, because you weren’t supposed to ask for anything more.

You were supposed to be the girl who understood. The girl who didn’t demand anything—just gave him what he wanted when he wanted it.

But deep down, you weren’t okay with that. You were falling apart, silently, watching him laugh with everyone else.

The question lingered in your mind, like it had before, like it always did when you were around him—Did you really want this?

It was one of the usual Friday night-parties on figure eight. Rafe had topper and Kelce swarming around around him as usual, laughing over something.

You knew you weren’t supposed to go over there-Rafe didn’t think you were supposed to be together in public, that way it’d be more “casual”

You sat on the couch in the middle of the room with some of your girl friends. Their laughter just background noise. Your mind was occupied with something else. someone else.

You kept staring at him across the room. The way his laughter carried over the room, red plastic cup in hands.

Then, his head turned in your direction, piercing blue eyes meeting yours.