he couldn’t fucking stand people, especially the people that used you against him. yeah, he was an asshole, he did some horrible things. but you were to sweet for that

it was little things and big things, sometimes just a small string of curse words yelled, but one time it was a drink poured all over you. it depends on who. rafe doesn’t stand for it, he’s known for what he calls “problem solving” which is really just beating people to a pulp. he’s always, always in sticky situations.

you were at a party, he let you run around for once, mostly because he thought it was a kook only party. turns out it wasn’t, kiara and jj were there. in spite of rafe, kiara basically beat you up.

she had pulled your hair that was nicely done, pushing you and scraping your little knees. yeah, you were sensitive but this was reasonable. you ran back to rafe, hair messy and knees slightly bloody, the punch you had spilled on your shirt.

his usual soft blue eyes he ushers with you almost turn black. he clenches his jaw, his head held high, he walks confidently over without saying anything. you chased after him,

“rafe chill!!” you yelled, knowing how much trouble those two are, but it’s to late.