“he said he would kill jj if you picked jj over him.” pope exclaimed in a worried ish tone, his fingers digging into the back of his neck.

“whatever.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m going to get you guys some drinks to calm your asses down.” you bluntly said before walking where the beverages were.

once you arrived - you ordered your beverages but a tall figure stood next to you.

his scent.

obviously it was rafe. rafe fucking cameron. you stayed silent - not wanting to look next to you.

“hey.” he cupped your face and made you look up at him.

“rafe i’m not - ” you get cut off.

“what the hell are we?” he asked in an aggressive ish tone, letting go of your face as he let out a sigh. “tell me we weren’t just friends.” rafe pointed out - wanting to get you back and not wanting you to pick jj over him. you were everything he wanted.