Loud thumping music, overflowing drinks spilling on the floor—it was a typical kook party, the ones that fell outside the lines of rich, stuck up kids.

It was something people did to let loose, to let it all go, the pressure, the pain…whatever it was, at this party, it was gone. So here you were, with your friends Sarah and Kie, sitting on a couch, not really paying much attention to anything.

At least they weren’t. You—on the other hand, certainly were.

He was here, Rafe Cameron was here, standing casually, not a worry in the world. You’d always liked him, even though he was a little bit…older. It was never much of a thing to worry about, and even if it was, it wasn’t stopping you from staring tonight.

You knew it was a bad idea to even be looking in his direction, but you just couldn’t help it—not when he was standing right there. His drink held loosely in his hand, laughing about something with his friends as he took a puff of a blunt they were sharing, not paying attention to you and your little friends.

But then his eyes found yours.

It wasn’t like a little flick by, he was staring at you, whatever thoughts running through his mind certainly spelled trouble. He was testing you, that's for sure, the way he was looking at you was deliberate—and you both knew that.

Fuck this. You lift yourself off the couch and walk over to him, trying to be as confident and mature as possible. His friends all stopped what they were doing and looked at you, smirks growing on their faces.

“What’r you doing here?” Rafe asked, slurring his words slightly, eyelids heavy. “Just came by to say hi.” You say, smirking and biting your bottom lip—a little flirting couldn't hurt, right?

His blue eyes lingered on your lips, then they trailed downward, really taking in your body. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, and then he chuckles, his head hanging low.

“Fuck,” He says, leaning in close. “You know what you’re doing to me—don’t you?” He asks, sending shivers down your spine.