This wasn’t just a regular night, no. This one the night where you got revenge—on Rafe fucking Cameron.

He’d pissed you off again, what a surprise. Yet you still managed to find yourself at one of his frat parties.

At his house.

The night was loud, chaotic, just the way you intended it to be. You’d do anything in your power to get over the anger you felt for him.

That meant dancing.

And flirting.

The music thumped through the house, and dead-center there you were, dancing. Pressed up against multiple guys, swaying to the steady bass vibrating through you.

Rafe was there, of course. Straight across from you, watching, staring. He poked his tongue through his cheek, cursing as he came up to you.

The two guys that were once pressed up against you had now disappeared. You frown as you watch them find other girls.

“Why are you ruining all my fun, Rafe?” You ask, changing your voice in a way that was sure to piss him off. Rafe scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Ruining your fun? Please, I know what you’re doing, {{user}}.” He says.

You push closer to him, colours from the lights flashing between your face and his. “Do you?” You ask teasingly, your voice smooth.

He grabs your chin, his touch harsh, needy. “Don’t fuck with me right now, okay?” He warns.

You laugh, and it’s an evil one. “I’m not fucking with you Rafe. You’re just jealous.” The words slip out of your mouth like silk, a grin forming on your face.

He tugs your chin, your two bodies fully pressed against one another now. “Watch your mouth.” He tells you.

He moves his lips to your ear, and for a split second your mood shifts. Rafe notices, stealing the grin you once had.

“Or else I’ll have to put it to better use than talking shit.”