your and rafe's relationship was always complicated. When you were dating, everything was based on the same old toxic cycle; in fact, there was nothing healthy you could salvage from the relationship other than the good make-up sex after every fight and well, pretending like nothing happened — was never a problem for either of them, much less for rafe: he was a carefree idiot who didn't even seem born for a relationship.

although when you thought things were going to be different when they decided to break up and move on with their lives for each other's sake, you honestly couldn't find much difference. rafe's casual texts and calls (as if they were literally ex-boyfriends) became a habit, and well — also the secret sex in motels, without anyone finding out obviously.

that's why now, in the middle of all the hustle and bustle of the kook party, Rafe's piercing eyes are fixed on you and your stupid new boyfriend who made him squeeze his glass full of alcohol tightly. i'm better than that jerk he thought constantly, and being an impulsive person who literally didn't give a damn about anything, he didn't think twice about approaching you as soon as your boyfriend left who knows where.

“i thought you were enjoying being single, but now I see you've sunk low.” his voice sends shivers down your spine, and without even turning to look at him, you can tell the irritation in his voice that's hiding behind that carefree, mocking facade “is that ugly, pubescent-faced guy your new boyfriend?” he asks, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom as he tries to contain a laugh, pointing at the boy who was getting lost in the crowd.

“excuse me?” you reply incredulously, looking him up and down indifferently. rafe purses his lips and raises his shoulders, downplaying it. “i excuse you, babe” he jokes, making you roll your eyes. how unbearable he is “you look really hot tonight— your boyfriend can fight?” he notes as his lips curl into a smirk, pursed in anger, making you angry as always.