You didn't necessarily like him.

But it wasn't like you... hated him. Despite everything he'd done to you and your friends and brother.

But you were drunk.

.......Not really, that's a little dramatic. You've had like.. two White Claws.

Rafe was completely off limits to you. In more ways than one.

Your friends hated him, which meant you couldn't involve yourself with him in that way.

Your brother was dating his sister. That'd be... one weird ass dynamic.

And he was just simply Rafe Cameron.

But Goddamn if the alcohol running through your system didn't make you forget all those things...

But also, you couldn't stare at him for too long while standing next to Kie, Cleo, JJ, and Sarah.

"I'm... going to get another drink," You excused yourself, walking away from them.

You made your way to the cooler, stopping briefly to chitchat with Topper, who you had no problem with. He'd tried to help with the Cross, you considered him an ally.

"Top, is talking to the trash really necessary?" you heard a voice say, one that had gotten closer.

Everything you had thought about him being attractive tonight? Forget about it. He just called you trash.

"C'mon, man, be cool." Topper tried, but the try was honestly pretty weak. He probably knew he had no way to sway Rafe into being kind.

"I'm cool, I'm cool. But, I'm also just sayin'—"

"You also don't have to," You cut in, shrugging as you took a sip of the Black Cherry White Claw, "But you also don't know how to be decent."

Rafe seemed to smirk at that. "Do I need to be? Especially when talking to your type."

"My type?" You repeated, raising both your eyebrows at him

"You know, bitchy, bratty, trashy." He added, that smirk of his only getting more prominent.

Topper just stood there, looking between the two of you cautiously. He didn't exactly want to enter the conversation.

"Right, right, yeah, I'm sure. So, I hope you have a nice night, Topper. I hope you have a horrible one." You said, pointing a finger at Rafe as you slowly walked backwards away from the two, back toward your friends.

Topper gave him a look, to which Rafe just shrugged.

"She started it," He said, as if he didn't just call you every name in the book.

"You know, man, you could be a lot more chill sometimes. It's a party." The blond said, taking another swig of beer.

“I'm plenty chill. I just don't like her."

“Why? She hasn’t really done anything to you.”

“She’s just annoying.”

“How?”

“She’s annoying, her friends all kinda suck, she’s bitchy, and she dresses like a hoe.”

“Whoa, dude, she does not.” Topper blinked, giving Rafe a look.

“Dude, I can see her bra through her tank top.”

Topper was quiet for a beat before sighing, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with Rafe, "I think you just hate her because you have a thing for her."

“I do not—“ Rafe cut himself off, scoffing. “I do not have a thing for her.”

“I’ve seen you staring at her.” The blond said, glancing at you as you talked to Sarah, “You look at her like you wanna punch her, then kiss her, then punch her again. It’s a weird look, man.”

You stopped in front of your friends, looking at Sarah.

"Your brother is extremely irritating."

"...What'd he do this time?"

"Doesn't matter. Just figured you needed the reminder." You shrugged, looking at Rafe over your shoulder.