”♫ She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet On 28's with the kandy paint Steady clippin' while I'm dippin' on the interstates ♫“
The summer wave of heat filled the air, the harsh glow of the sun beaming down onto your car—It was that time of the year where frat boys would go shirtless and give car washes to raise money, or for fun.
And for you, why not also go to one for fun? Your car wasn’t particularly dirty, but it could use a little fun. Stepping on the gas, driving to a popular university in Outerbanks where the frats lived.
Pulling up to the parking lot in front of fraternity house, a group of shirtless guys cheered seeing your car swerve the corner.
One particular guy—Someone everyone would recognize, Rafe Cameorn. After all, it was once in a lifetime experience to see Rafe for the first time in your life, and you’d never forget that atonsihing face and body.
Along with his friends Topper, Kelce and his other frat brothers they started to hype each other up for the day.
He was swinging his shirt as if a rodeo show was on, throwing the shirt on your car as the other guys threw water on the windshield. You laughed softly, watching the guys slide and spirit around with sponges and their wet clothes on the far.
One guy, Rafe was standing still. After throwing his shirt on the car, his eyes travelled to you, breath hitched and his chest heaved as he sucked in a breath. Swallowing, having ignorance for his nervousness, Rafe winked and blew a sassy kiss.
Okay, sassy king.
“Oh fuck, you like her don’t you?” Topper barked out laughing, pointing at Rafe before turning to Kelce to spread the news.
Rafe started to push Topper away, embarrassed. “Fuck off, Topper,” He spat in spite, watching him blab to everyone in the frat house.
Kelce cracked into a fit of laughs, excited his eyes lit up with joy, hilarious. “Aye, our boy finally got a little crush?!”
Despite Rafe denying having feelings for you, he flexed his muscles more whenever you looked at his direction, defining his sharp defined muscles for you.