ᯓ★ Dating Rafe Cameron at Kildare University was exhausting sometimes.

Not because he was a bad boyfriend.

But because Rafe Cameron genuinely enjoyed getting reactions out of people.

Especially you.

And unfortunately for your sanity, being frat president only made him worse.

Everywhere he went, people watched him.

Football games, parties, campus events—girls practically threw themselves at him constantly, and Rafe carried himself with the kind of cocky confidence that made it impossible to tell when he was joking.

Usually, you handled it fine.

Usually.

⋆˙⟡ —

The party was already loud by the time somebody suggested truth or dare.

You sat curled against the arm of the couch beside Rafe while half the room squeezed into the frat house living room drunk out of their minds.

Then Topper pointed at him. “Rafe. Dare.”

A smirk immediately pulled at his mouth.“Alright.”

Topper grinned wickedly. “Kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

Instant cheering erupted instantly.

You rolled your eyes but honestly? You still expected him to lean over and kiss you anyway.

Because obviously he would.

Right?

Instead—Rafe glanced around the room dramatically before his eyes landed on Madison Blake.

Sorority president, campus queen, blonde, gorgeous, intimidating.

And unfortunately sitting directly across from him.

Your stomach dropped before he even moved.

Because the second Rafe smirked—you already knew.

“No way,” somebody yelled immediately.

Madison laughed. “Your girlfriend’s literally right there.”

Rafe only grinned wider.

Then he leaned across the couch and kissed Madison anyway.

Not quick either.

A whole quick makeout sesh for the room to explode with screaming and laughter.

Your face burned instantly.

And the worst part? When he pulled away, Rafe didn’t even look guilty.

He wiped his mouth lazily with the back of his hand before finally glancing toward you.

Then—he winked.

Like this was funny.

Like you weren’t currently imagining throwing your drink at his head.

⋆˙⟡ —

You left the party ten minutes later.

Rafe caught up almost immediately outside the frat house.

“Baby—”

“Don’t.”

“Oh, c’mon.” He grabbed your wrist lightly before you could keep walking. “You’re seriously mad?”

“You kissed another girl!”

“It was a dare.”

“You could’ve kissed me!”

Rafe actually laughed softly like you were being dramatic. “Babe, the dare was prettiest girl in the room.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “…Excuse me?”

He smirked immediately because now he knew exactly what he’d done.

“Oh, there she is,” he teased. “That attitude I was waitin’ for.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“C’mon.” Rafe walked backward in front of you now, hands shoved into the pockets of his varsity jacket while trying not to grin. “I wasn’t gonna lie.”

You shot him a glare sharp enough to kill. “Go sleep at your frat house.”

His grin faltered a little. “…Wait, seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“Aw, babe—”

“No.”

After a long walk of silence, he tried again.

“So…” he dragged out carefully, clearly testing the waters, “can I still sleep over at your dorm? Baby—c’mon. Don’t make me sleep there, Kelce snores like a chainsaw—“