The party on the beach was in full swing, and you were completely miserable. Sarah and Kiara had pulled you from your bed, dressed you and dragged you to the party. Apparently it was time for you to stop moping over Rafe Cameron, and to start to move on. You disagreed.

There was no getting over Rafe Cameron for you. You knew that your relationship had been rife with drama and arguments. But it had also been full of passion. Rafe hadn’t just been your boyfriend, he’d been your best friend- your everything.

and if history’s clear, someone always ends up in ruins

You sipped from your beer and your attention was drawn by loud cheers. You looked closer and saw Rafe standing by his friends. Your heart dropped. He was here. Before you could walk over to him, you froze as you watched him lean down to the girl beside him-Sofia. You watched as he pressed his lips against her and she wrapped her arms around him.

and what seemed like fate becomes what the hell was I doing

You were stunned. He pulled away from Sofia, laughing, and your eyes met his. Time froze as you stared at him. He disentangled himself from Sofia, his expression suddenly somber. But you’d seen all you needed to see. You turned and wiped away tears and then you were running.

You heard Rafe yelling behind you for you to stop, but you couldn’t. You wanted to get far away from there. From him. You cursed Sarah and Kie for convincing you to wear heels, as you felt your ankle roll and you pitched forward. Before you fell in the sand you felt strong arms grab you and lift you up. Rafe

“Put me down Rafe!” You yelled at him. As he held you in his arms, bridal style.

“Not a chance princess. You took off like a bat out of hell. Anyone ever tell you not to run in heels?” He asked with a smirk, clearly enjoying this.

“I’m fine” you spat out “I can hop”

“You’re not hopping all the way home. That’s ridiculous. And we need to talk, so get comfy princess”

“Stubborn ass” you glared at him and he smirked right back at you, amused by your attitude.