It was hard dating Rafe Cameron, he was a very complex person, one minute he was calm and having a nice time, the next he was screaming and shouting.

You loved him nonetheless, all his flaws, all his bad habits, he was perfect to you but that didn’t stop you from standing your ground in arguments, and yelling back.

The other night at some party, Topper had gotten a little to friendly with you whilst he was drunk and had tried to kiss you, Rafe had seen and was extremely pissed.

He ended up beating the shit out of Topper, despite the fact it was a drunken mistake, and the two of you had been in many arguments about it.

“You shouldn’t have even been talking to him??!!!” Rafe shouts, taking a step closer to you, furious thinking back on Toppers actions.

You yell back, saying it wasn’t your fault, and Topper was black out drunk.

Rafe rolls his eyes, yanking you forward by your shirt, for a brief second you believed he was going to hit you, flinching and squeezing your eyes shut waiting for impacted.

Yet Rafe only scoffs, pressing his lips against yours, fairly aggressively but extremely passionately.