You’d dressed to kill that night. In your low cut white Marnie mini dress you had been drawing admiring glances all night. You’d worn it so Rafe would be aware of exactly what he was missing out on now that the two of you were no longer hooking up. You wanted to torture him with glimpses of your flesh, make him remember that he didn’t get to touch you anymore. A reminder that he could have had it all.

now I’m gonna make your head burn

At the moment, he was doing his best to ignore you. He’d seen you arrive at the party, noted the way your dress cling to your body, hugging every curve; he’d have to have been blind not to. He recognized that you were throwing down the gauntlet, taunting him in the way only you could. It infuriated him. Your stubbornness ignites something in him, and he grips his glass of bourbon tighter, leaning closer to the girl he’d been half listening to.

Seated between Topper and Kelce, your eyes track Rafe’s movements. You frown as his hand moves to the girls cheek, lingering there briefly, before he presses his lips against the shell of her ear, saying something only the two of them can hear. It lit a fire inside of your heart, burning through you, reaching a fever pitch.

the scars of your love they leave me breathless

So, you did what any self respecting girl who’d just seen their ex getting close to another girl, would do. You were going to make him feel the way he’d made you feel so many times before. When you were certain his eyes were on you again, you tangled your hand in Topper’s hair and pressed your lips against his. Revenge It tasted bitter on your lips.

you’re gonna wish you, never had met me

Rafe saw red the second your lips touched Topper’s. Mine repeated over in his head as he angrily strode over to the two of you. You were his. No one else should be touching you. He was going to remind you of that.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” His voice booms out, causing Topper to spring away from you. You merely look up at him with a satisfied smile on your face.