Rafe’s car jerks to a stop on the side of the road. The second it does, his eyes lock onto yours, cold and unforgiving. “Get out.”

You blink, heart racing, but you don’t back down. “Are you serious?”

He says nothing, just stares at you, fists tightening around the steering wheel. “I said, get out.”

You slam the door open and climb out, slamming it behind you before he even has the chance to drive away. You watch him peel out of the dirt road, leaving you standing there, confused and hurt.

The night air feels heavier as you reach for your phone, but when you check it, you realize it’s dead. Great.

Minutes pass, and then headlights shine in the distance. You look up, hoping for some help. Kelce’s car pulls up, and the window rolls down.

“Rafe told me to come get you,” Kelce says with a sigh.

You slide into the passenger seat, rolling your eyes. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

Kelce smirks. “Where to?”

You glance at him, a sense of rebellion kicking in. “Not home.”

“Another party it is.”

The Club

You step into the club, the music immediately surrounding you, pounding in your chest. The neon lights flash, illuminating the packed crowd. You walk through it, your mind still spinning.

Then you see him.

Rafe. Shirtless. Dancing with another girl, his hands on her waist as she grinds against him. He doesn’t even glance in your direction at first.

But then, he does.

His gaze locks with yours across the room. For a brief moment, his face shifts, something unreadable flashing in his eyes, but it quickly turns back into that smirk. The one he knows drives you crazy.

You fight the urge to storm over, but instead, you grab a drink. You down it quickly, trying to calm your nerves. Rafe, with that damn smirk, continues dancing, completely ignoring you.

This night is far from over.