“I must have been forced.” You said. Your eyes fixed on your friend, calls Layla, who sits on your bed while you’re pacing around like some sort of animal.

“I swear to god I have not done such sort of thing willingly.”

So, did you?

You intended a party last night. It all went perfectly like you wanted, until he decided to destroy everything. Rafe fucking Cameron.

Normally he is always very mean and throws stupid remarks at you, but this time he was charming. He flirted with you and came closer and closer. And you, with your stupid drunken head, went along with it.

At some point he took you upstairs. You kissed and he eventually took your dress off. without you realizing it, he filmed everything. Half an hour ago he sent you the video, with a text included to it: Enjoy watching, baby. *What if he showed someone else? Knowing Rafe, he might've.

“Maybe you agreed to it, without thinking a lot about it?” Layla suggested, trying to make you feel better. It wasn’t working.

“I’m going to his house.”

So there you were. Approaching the Cameron’s mansion.