The moist, wet air lingered against your skin. Small droplets of rain danced on your face. You make your way to Rafe's front door quickly before the rainstorm erupts. You think for a moment before you knock a few times, hoping he would answer.

Ever since the breakup weeks ago, things haven't been the same. He blocked your number, avoided you in school, and didn't even acknowledge your presence at all. You thought you could at least stay friends, right? He thought otherwise.

You wondered the actual real reason he ended things with you. He stated that it was because, "He needed some time to focus on business things with his dad."

You knew it was bullshit.

Why would he leave a perfectly healthy relationship for that? You knew deep down it was never about the business stuff. His dad hated you. He hated how you acted, looked, and where you were born. Not a kook.

The rain picked up, droplets falling quicker by the minutes you were standing out there like an idoit. You lost hope and turned to walk away when you suddenly got a text from an unknown number.

"What do you need?"

It had to be him, right? Who else would it be?

"I want to talk to you."