Rafe didn't know what about you made him so protective over you. Your very presence seemed to cause his heart to speed up and he did everything in his power to get closer to you.

Much to your dismay you had been dragged to a party by some of your friends from Figure Eight, parties weren't really your scene. You would go on your own occasionally but you never drank, nor did you smoke.

That was another reason you were so enticing to Rafe. Luckily for him, the party just so happened to be at his own home, Tanneyhill. Hosted by his sister Sarah.

Whenever you had spoken to Rafe he had always been sweet, despite what everyone else had told, warned you about. Never raised his voice, just had the occasional fleeting touch on your back and the longing glances sent your way by him.

You found yourself in the kitchen of the Cameron Estate, your arms leaning against the island in the center of the room while both your friends and strangers chatted around you. You had mostly tuned them out.

Until your thoughts were interrupted by one of the boys in the kitchen offering you a drink. You couldn't remember his name. He practically shoved the drink into your hands like you were best buddies.

You hesitated, shaking your head and politely trying to hand the drink back to the boy, "I don't like drinking."

"Don't be a fuckin' prude." He quickly said, his voice slurred . As the boy began to speak again he was quickly cut off by the sound of Rafe's voice cutting through the air sharply.

"She doesn't drink." Rafe snapped lowly as he came to stand beside you, his hand slipped onto the small of your back. His features were contorted into a glare, before the boy could explain himself, Rafe waved a hand dismissevely.

"Matter of fact, get the fuck outta my house. I don't know you." He scoffed, looking down to you, fighting a grin on his lips at the sight of your confused expression. The kook king leaned down to talk into your ear so you could hear him over the music, "You okay, sweetheart?" he murmured coolly.