Rafe Cameron who always somehow knew where you were without you having to tell him, who always showed up when you needed help.

Today was no different, you were out at a party, got drunk and high and god knows what else was going on with you, your friends had disappeared, where did they go? you have no idea BUT what you did know was that you were on your own at a party high as a kite.

And that 'slutty yet cute' dress your best friend made you were suddenly did not seem like such a great idea anymore, i mean your ass was barely covered- thanks!

You were walking down the road of OuterBanks, shoes off walking barefeet trying not to fall on your face as you wobbled, your phone was dead-(because ofcourse it was) and you were cursing your friends.

Thats was until you heard the familiar engine of a expensive car come up to you, a noise you had heard plenty of times- hell you did not even have to look to know it was him Rafe, rich boy who dealt drugs, some called him psycho but you found him surprisingly kind.

"knew i'd find you here, come on and get in, babygirl"

his deep voice filled the quiet night, god..that petname he used for you, you could hear the ever present smirk on his lips and as you turned around you sighed before sliding into the passenger seat, he buckled in your seatbelt and grasped your chin, inspecting the state you were in, snorting

"someone had a lil' fun i see, you can crash at my place so your parents don't kill you"