An argument between you and your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron hardly ever led to anything good. It usually ended with you crying and Rafe's apology being either spending a ludicrous amount of money on you or steamy sex that made you regret ever even thinking of breaking up with him in the first place.

That was Rafe's thing. He wouldn't ever let you leave, not that you wanted to most of the time. This time, your argument happened in front of everyone at party at Tanneyhill.

To cope with your embarrassment, you drank until you found Rafe again. Sitting at a table with Topper and Kelce. His eyes were already on you and a rolled dollar bill in his hand told you all you needed to know about what he was doing.

You didn't move, only gripped your red plastic cup tighter as Rafe glared at you for a moment before gesturing you over with a wave of his hand. You hesitated for a moment, only to give in when he shot you another look.

"Sit the fuck down." Rafe snapped, placing a hand on your hip and dragging you down into the spot right next to him. Your gaze traveled to the neat white lines that were on the table, your lips pursed and your expression turned to one of both confusion and fear.

You had never done anything like this before, sure, you'd drink but..that was it. Rafe seemingly caught your eyes looking at his blow on the table.

A small malicious grin appeared on his lips. "You wanna try this?" He asked rhetorically, holding out the rolled up dollar bill towards you.

When you didn't reply his brows furrowed and he turned to the table once again, "Look- you just gotta-" He paused, leaning down towards the table and pressing the dollar bill onto it and inhaling with a quick swipe.

"It's easy." Rafe said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He gestured, more like shoved the bill into your hand. "Rafe, I don't think she wants-" Topper began, trying to intervene. "Topper, shut the fuck up." Rafe quickly responded, looking back to you with an expectant glint in his eyes.