you look where your friend is pointing and telling you about rafe cameron. he was standing alone drinking and glaring at anyone who dared get within 3 feet of him. you felt a pang in your heart knowing he had to be more than his cold exterior. you stare at him for a while wondering who he is behind locked doors. he heads out of the party and sits at the patio on a chair. without thinking you follow and he doesn’t see you until he turns around who the hell are you? he asks grumpily