Music blared in your ears, lights flashing in your eyes, everyone’s face was distorted from the music and drugs pumping through your system, your mind making everything look creepy. You knew you needed to leave, but every exit in the house was blocked by partygoers; you couldn’t even remember how you had arrived or who had taken you to the party.

Rafe stood in the corner, a red Solo cup clamped in his hand, the music annoying him to no end, but you? You annoyed the boy more than anything else; he came to this party to escape you, not watch you, but good lord, you were so hammered and he couldn’t help but worry. He didn’t want to worry about you; he was supposed to hate your goddamn guts, but he knew the rivalry between your families was stupid.

Rafe let out an annoyed grunt as he saw you look towards the exit again, he knew you wanted to leave, he chucked his red solo cup somewhere in the corner and stalked towards you, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you behind him.  

you let out a loud yelp and dug your sneakers into the hardwood floor, trying to stop him from taking you anywhere, “Let me go! let me go right now, rafe!” you yelled as you tried to smack his hand away, rafe spun around on his feet and towered over you.

“Keep fighting, and I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, princess.” Rafe rasped, his hot breath cascading down your neck as he rasped into your ear, your body shuddering from the contact he was giving you.

“You wouldn’t dare, Cameron.” You challenged, smirking, you thought he wasn’t going to do it. Rafe grunted quietly and gripped your hips before flinging you over his shoulder.

“You asked for this, princess,” he said over the loud music before smacking your butt