Your eyes bore into his eyes staring at hers. Not yours. Oh, how you wished it was you though.

You couldn't say that out loud, you never could have.

It wasn't like you two were dating-You never had a chance with Rafe Cameron, he was a kook. Your school bully.

The feelings you felt isn't normal, all those terrible things he has done to you was nonexistent in your brain.

Not a single trace of bad memories of him.

I watched as Rafe stared at this girl in our class, she was perfect to everyone.

Loud, energetic, confident, outgoing, friends with everyone, gorgeous, everything I wanted to be.

His eyes flickered over to my direction, his nose scrunching. "Watch where you're looking at, pogue!" Rafes words stung strongly.

The girl in front of him laughed, oh so it was funny?

Your eyes started watering, looking away. Was it being sensitive or did those words actually just hurt.

Or was it your feelings for him.

“You want me to teach you a lesson, or what?!” His cocky laugh was something you should have hated, but the way he laughed was perfect.

Why couldn’t you just hate him?

Rafe flexed his arms, crossing them as his muscles bulged out of his shirt. Raising an eyebrow, stalking closer.

His arms flashed next to me, pinning you against the locker. “Stop staring, pogue. Unless you wanna get f*cking messed up?”

He jumped, hearing a teacher coming over to the hall we were standing in.

“F*ck..” He muttered, it was like he was excited to mess your face up.

Grabbing you by the shoulder, dragging you to a nearby closet room.

Being super cramped in there, your body flush against the wall and his chest.

"Don't make a sound,” He breathed quietly, mumbling-His eyes flickered down to yours, his mouth open to say something before closing it.

Chest to chest, you could hear each others breathing. Rafe towered over you, pressing his body onto yours.

Staring at you with those bold blue eyes sparkling even in the dark room, Rafe held up his hand smoothing your hair out.

Switch up much..?