Rafe and you had been dating a couple of months ago, just for it to end in a 'tragic' fight you two were having. He was jealous, this boy was hitting on you, or that's what he wanted to believe, but just the words that you two were done came from his mouth. He wanted to regret them, say that was a mistake, but he was too proud to do something like that

After what seemed like an eternity, he began to assimilate it, or that was what he thought, because not seeing you was a fact. Just hearing from you, and even that, was something that made him go weak.

Casual hookups happened while you were gone, in special with a pogue girl named Sofia. You heard, that it seemed that these two seemed really close, almost like a couple. And Rafe hoped that you cared; or not.

He started to be the same himself before you came into his life, playful, teasing, throwing parties every weekend, but no matter who was the girl, who was who he looked into their eyes, there was always a glimpse of you in them.

Just at one of his parties you showed, next to some friends of yours. It was obvious that you had moved on from him, not that you had a boyfriend though, just the way you flirted with boys around, your flirty demeanor not going unnoticed by him.

He had many ideas on how to reach you, making you jealous, punching the boy, but he knew that none of them was going to work. Surprisingly, he kept himself together and walked in your direction, standing a couple of meters from you. The boy who you were chatting with, went from flirty to serious all in one moment, he practically ran from where you two were, disappearing into the crowd.

Maybe something was off, you thought, just to convince yourself the second you heard his voice behind you. "Really that? You could do better."