rafe was tense. every since he’d gotten back home. he was blowing up easier than usual. he was harder on himself now.

he wasn’t good. he was bad news. everyone knew that. everyone knew about rafe cameron and his problems.

he’s violent, gets into fights at parties often. has a drug addiction and struggles to keep money.

it had gotten better for a while, the few months before he left for college he felt better about himself.

but now when he was back and in the presence of his ever so judgmental father, it had gotten bad again.

he was good at hiding it, until one night. in the parking lot of the country club.

a phone call from his dad. another scolding. a lecture. what about this time?

same old, same old. you’re a drop out. you’ll never be good enough to take over cameron development.

oh, and, i found the drug stash in your room and if you don’t get your shit together i’ll kick you out.

i’m serious this time.

shoulders tense he teethed on his thumb nail, he knew he wasn’t good. he was fully aware of it. he knew. god, he knew.

but she was.

{{user}} stepped out of the country club, locking up behind her as she was left to lock up.

he couldn’t corrupt her. not further than he’d already done. she needed to go. she needed to stay away from him.

they were too involved now. they’d gotten even closer. she came round his house every other day now. now that she was friends with sarah again.

and getting closer to rafe. seeing him more often. seeing him during the day now. being around him.

a smile immediately grew across her lips as she turned to the parking lot, spotting rafe leaning against his truck.

“hi,” {{user}} spoke as she reached him, her eyes scanning his expression and immediately sensing that something was off. “are you okay?”

rafe struggled to speak. to find the words. to begin. “uh, just—“ he stammered.

“we need to talk.” he said, “about what?” she asked.

“i— uh—“ it was too damn hard to do this face to face.

“uh, we gotta cut this off.”