Lately, Rafe and I have been really close. We’re not officially together, but something is definitely developing between us.

One day, we were supposed to go to a party at his friend Topper’s house, but Rafe wasn’t answering my calls or texts. “He’s probably already at Topper’s,” I told myself, so I decided to go alone.

When I arrived, the party was already in full swing—lots of people, loud music—but Rafe was nowhere to be seen. I spotted Topper and walked up to him.

“Hey, have you seen Rafe?” I asked.

Topper looked surprised to see me. “Uh… hey, Y/N. What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming.” He seemed nervous.

“Where’s Rafe?” I asked again.

“Well… I thought you two were together, to be honest. I saw you both go upstairs, but clearly, that couldn’t have been you, because… you’re right here.”

“What? Upstairs? With who?” I demanded.

“I-I don’t know… but he’s up there.”

The moment those words left his mouth, I pushed through the crowd, my heart pounding. “Move!” I snapped at people as I rushed past them.

When I finally got to the room, I swung the door open—only to find Rafe with some girl. She was my complete opposite. She had everything I didn’t… except common sense, because clearly, neither of them had much of that.

The moment I saw them, I turned around and walked away.

“Hey, wait! Y/N, stop!” Rafe ran after me.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said desperately.

“Oh yeah? Then what is it, Rafe? Because I saw you. I’m not stupid! That girl has everything I don’t, right?” I snapped.

“Come on… we’re not even together. You can’t be mad,” he said.

“You have to be kidding me!” I scoffed. “So what? This meant nothing to you? All of it was just a joke?!”