You didn’t think it was possible for this night to get more embarrassing. Watching Rafe makeout with his new girlfriend had to be the low point, right? Except with Rafe, there was always a lower point. He knew what buttons of yours to press, almost like he derived some kind of sick pleasure from it.

You’re just finishing up sending an apologetic text to your friends, saying you had to leave the party when you feel his hand on your wrist. You let out a deep sigh.

Rafe turns you around so you’re face to face, his hand moving from your wrist to your hip, pulling you closer. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, his mouth forming into a smirk as he takes in the anger flashing in your eyes.

“Why are you so pissed off, Princess? Because I kissed someone else who actually wants me? Because I have a better girl than your sorry ass?” He taunts you, that smirk deepening as he speaks.

“Sorry ass?” You repeat, practically spitting out the words. “Screw you, Cameron” you shove his hand off of your hip, seeing red.

Your eyes scan the other partygoers, landing on a good looking guy standing by himself. Two can play this game. You stalk over to the guy, grabbing him by the shirt and pressing your lips against his.

Rafe’s eyes go dark as he watches the scene unfolding in front of him. He can feel his pulse racing, the veins throbbing in his neck. That fire is burning in his gut as he watches you kiss another guy.

He moves forward, gripping your arm and yanking you away from the guy, pushing him away from you roughly.

“Back the hell up, buddy”

The guy, bewildered, holds his hands up, taking a few steps back. He’s staring at Rafe in shock and just a little bit of fear.