such.a.dick., that’s all you can repeat in your head as you stomp down the wet sidewalk, he’s following you—shouting fake apologies over the rain.

you guys were in a restaurant and he ditched you mid meal after he spotted his friends and left you to have a beer with them. Like who does that?

“Baby! i’m sorry!” He yells from the window, you speed up your steps—heels clicking off the path

“fuck off rafe, why don’t you go suck topper off” you yell back—you turn the corner and into your street, walking up your porch and you unlock your door, kicking off your heels but you only get a few seconds before rafe’s inside your house, infront of you

“baby, i’m sorry but you know what their like” he begs you to forgive him and you get an idea

“on your knees and beg” you smile—without hesitation, he drops onto his knees and puts his hands on your thighs

“i’m…” he plants a kiss on your bare thighs “so” kiss. “sorry.” kiss. “please forgive me baby”