Your relationship with Rafe was turbulent, to say the least.

You took a risk—a big one at that. Rafe had always been a boy your parents, friends, and almost everyone warned you about, but you ignored their qualms, for there was this persistent pull to him that you could not deny. You knew what you were getting yourself into, right?

You’d think by now you’d have more self respect, or at least some sense. But each time, without fail, you’d end up back in his arms. It was an endless, draining cycle.

Tonight was yet another rager at some kooks house. You weren’t planning on going, until you found out Rafe was gonna be there. Yeah, you could be petty as hell. Both of you were.

Rafe's jaw ticked the instant he saw you from across the room. You knew exactly what you were doing.

He's not angry that people are looking at you, because of course they are, you look good. Well, he is a little angry, you're.. you're not his anymore, but.. he knows his anger isn't exactly justified but he can't help but still want you.

God, he's not desperate, is he? He'd never. Or at least, never make it known to anyone but you.

Glancing around for a moment, his lips tug into a frown. How could you look so good when you're not his anymore? It wasn't fair. Now he had to actually try to get your attention, and he hated it.

"Bein' a fuckin' tease," he murmurs as you passed him, folding his arms over his chest once he'd put down his drink. A scoff escapes him when a guy nearby takes his fill of you, drinking you in with his eyes. That's his job, he wishes he could make that clear but being an overprotective, desperate ex wasn’t exactly in his bingo card for tonight.

Having to work for his ex’s attention? Yeah, he hated it.