I never hated anyone in my life, until I became friends with Sarah Cameron, kook princess.

That’s when I met her older brother, Rafe Cameron.

There always something in between us that made us hate each other, but I just didn’t understand what.

Everytime you two saw each other, dirty glares were shot across the room-Rafe even went as far as throwing knives at you for fun.

He did that so often, that it was basically how he greeted you. It was normalized at this point.

Except for today, that wasn’t the first thing he did.

Being at Sarah’s place as always, you stepped inside as if you lived here.

Tonight Sarah and I were going to get ready for a party together, which lead to me wearing a dress over to tanneyhill.

Taking off your jacket at the front door, a familiar tall figure stood behind you.

You turned around to face Rafe, watching him rub his mouth with the back of his hand. Smirking, he took steps closer to you.

Right in front of you, Rafe picked you up placing you on his shoulder. Shifting your position as you yelped, confused.

“What the hell, Rafe?!” You gasped, gripping on his back surprised.

Dragging you to his room, laughing manically but quietly.

Closing the door with his foot, proceeding to lock it.

“Stay still,” Rafe setting you on the floor carelessly, making you stumble near the wall.

“I said stay still, {{user}}.” A knife came flying, almost hitting your neck. Rafe held a second knife, flipping it in the air.

Stepping closer to you, a cocky smirk plastered across his face. “I know you like me, kiss me with your eyes closed..”

“Rafe- what?” Scrunching my nose in confusion.

Instead of answering, Rafe shushed me then pressed his lips against mine quickly before pulling away.

His eyes flickered down to my dress, before looking back up. Rafe hovered over me, his breath brushing against my skin.

“I know that's your favorite dress, set fire to it,” Rafe whispered into your ear, holding up a lighter.

“Take it off, or I’ll burn it.”