”Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy and drive you mad. That I'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath and tell them you hate me and dated me just for laughs. So, why do you call me and tell me you want me back?”

Maniac — Conan Gray

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Rafe, Topper, and Kelce always golfed on Saturdays. Why? You didn’t really know. Maybe it was just when they were all free, or it’s a tradition of some sort between them. However, that’s farther from the truth. Rafe always makes them go on Saturdays because he knows that’s when you work.

“Quit staring, Rafe,” Kelce huffed out a laugh, poking Rafe with his club. Rafe grunted in response, his eyes flicking away from you and back to his friends.

“You stare at him every time, man. When are you going to speak to him?” Topper chimed in finally, taking a drink from whatever fruity thing he had gotten from the country club.

“Oh, yeah. Let me go up to him and make a total fool of myself. Let the word spread to my dad that I was flirting with a guy. You are so stupid sometimes,” Rafe started, glaring at his two friends.