Friends. That’s what you and Rafe are. Friends, nothing more… Right? One drunken night turned into multiple hook ups. But you two always say that there isn’t more between you two.

“Just so we’re clear, we’re friends”, you say, looking at Rafe through the mirror as you clasp your bra back together. “Okay. Great”, he just answers and smirks while pulling his shirt back on. . “So…”, you reply and turn to him. “Done”, Rafe states and you scoff slightly. “You can go now.” “Okay”, he shrugs and smirks. You roll your eyes.

At a party, you are talking to a random guy you know from school. Rafe has been staring at you all night already, drinking his beer aggressively. He’s jealous. Once the guy is off to grab you some drinks, Rafe pulls you behind the house. “What are you doing?”, you hiss as he backs you up against the wall. “What am I doing?”, Rafe scoffs while you try to get out of his grip. “Last night you were with me and now you’re hanging out with a Pogue?”