you and rafe had been secret hookups since last summer before he left for college.

yet somehow in the midst of all the fun no strings attached hooking up. you’d found yourselves attached to the hip.

during the months rafe was away for college there was less hooking up and more talking.

texting every day and late night calls, whispers over the phone when everyone was asleep.

you ended up falling for the kook prince. and he’d ended up falling for you. but it was unspoken.

not spoken because of what people would say about someone as good as you being with someone as bad as rafe.

kook prince and pogue princess? absolutely not. he’ll corrupt you. they’d say. he’s bad news.

you had heard every single rumor about the cameron boy, hell, you had even seen him fight people at parties.

but still, you’d found yourself with him. tangled in your sheets, skin to skin, his hot breath mingling with your own.

sneaking off at parties, in some random kook’s bathroom with his hands on your body.

and now it had been taken to another level. texting. and late night calls. he’d whisper over the phone how much he missed you, and you’d reciprocated.

it was different now. but.. how much different would it be when he eventually came home?

that thought stressed you out. you liked him now. a lot more than you’d like to admit. a lot more than you even thought you would.

he was supposed to be the person you hated the most. it was only natural. kooks vs pogues.

but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. he wouldn’t be coming home for another month.

someone had knocked on your door. your were home alone and not expecting anyone this late.

you father was out of town and your brother was with some friends.

with a click you unlocked your front door, pulling it open only to have your heart leap out of your chest.

“hey.” rafe spoke, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he stood on your porch.

he’d come home early.