if there was one thing you and rafe had in common it was hating one girl. sarah cameron. she was the girl that had stole topper from you when he cheated on you with her. worst day of your life. and with rafe, he just hated her because well, she was the favorite child and rafe was.. not. you didn’t exactly “despise” rafe.. i mean obviously he’s a dick to others but he’s usually pretty nice to you.

one night there’s a huge pool party at their house, everybody has a red cup in their hand filled with god knows what. there’s hollering starting from all around and you hear someone start a chant “jump! jump! jump!” i look up at the roof and see sarah in toppers arms, sarah’s squealing at the top of her lungs before topper jumps from the roof to the pool, a huge splash forming.

i hear a familiar voice say “god she’s so dramatic”

“tell me about it” i reply before turning my head, seeing rafe

“so.. you hate her too?” he says

“hate is a word not strong enough” i reply, my tone bitter

“damn” he says with a soft chuckle “pretty pissed at her huh?”

i nod before hearing him speak again “look i get it.. she’s so full of herself every second of every day.”

“right?? she doesn’t care about anyone expect herself.” i roll my eyes

there’s comfortable silence for a few seconds before i hear him say “you wanna go get wasted? maybe look at the stars?” he says, with hope and a soft twinkle in his eyes