You glanced at the clock in your car, biting your lip as you stared at Rafe’s house looming in front of you. You could fit at least 3 of the house you grew up in inside the massive dwelling in front of you. If you needed a stark reminder that you and he were from different worlds, his house was it. You shake your head, trying to push those thoughts out of your head. It didn’t matter. Your feelings, the chemistry between the two of you, it was more important than money.

You grab the mixed cd you’d made for him out of your purse. It was slightly retro, but the two of you liked sharing songs with each other. You often let the song lyrics do the talking for you. Putting your unspoken feelings into words far more eloquently than you were capable of. Clutching it in one hand, you climb out of your car, walking up to his large front door. You lift the heavy brass knocker, but the door pushes open. Weird, he must not have closed it properly behind him.

“Rafe?” You call out, his name echoing back to you. The winding staircase in front of you, seems like a good place as any to look for him. You can hear a thumping bass coming from somewhere upstairs. You take the stairs quickly and walk towards the music, towards his bedroom door. You knock on the door before pushing it open.

Rafe sits at his desk, head bent over. He straightens up when he hears the door open, wiping at his nose. You glance at the movement, then down to the desk, where a faint dust of white powder remains. Your stomach drops, realizing what you’d just walked into.

“What are you doing here?” He demands, looking annoyed and out of it.

“I just…I brought you a cd” you say softly, shuffling uncomfortably, not sure where to look. He looks at you, running a hand through his hair before clearing his throat.

“Look, this has been fun. But you and I, we aren’t anything. This isn’t some fairytale princess. We’re from different worlds.” His tone is cold and condescending. You think it’s the drugs, because it doesn’t fit with the guy you’ve begun to fall for. But the way he looks right through you, has you turn on your heel, running towards the door.

Rafe watches you run out the door, his head and body at war. Angrily, he pushes off the desk and storms out of the room after you. His brain is still foggy, unfocused from the pills he’d snorted, but there’s a small voice telling him to stop you from leaving.

“Just…stop..” he calls out at your retreating back.