If I knew it would end up like this, would I still do it?

I was dating Rafe Cameron, kook prince, son of Ward Cameron. Under all those good impressions, the lies, I knew Ward Cameron wasn't all that people thought.

He was the reason why Rafe was like this, but Rafe himself didn't understand that.

The warmth of the heater inside of Rafes car had been the source of heat, as you didn't dress according to weather.

Loud curses escaped through Rafes mouth, we were having one those occasional arguments. He wasn't one to talk about his family often, or talk to his family.

"Rafe- Just, cmon! Why won't you ever open up about your family?! I already know them, just let me understand!"

"It doesn't matter, okay?!" Rafe clicked his tongue, one hand on the steering wheel while the other on his temple. Getting more agitated, he took deep breaths.

"Why wont you ever talk to me, it's like you don't even trust me to know anything about you!"

"{{user}}, stop." Rafes voice raising, slamming his steering wheel, accelerating.

“Yeah, right. Saying stop, but you couldn’t say stop to your dad framing John B?”

I froze, immediately gasping. I did not mean that. My heart pounded, I didn’t know what had gotten into me, this wasn’t like me..

Rafe pressed on the brake, the car jerking to a stop. Furiously, he snapped his head towards you. His cold piercing blue eyes stared at yours, his voice cold.

"Get out."

“Get out!”