Rafe Cameron and you, are not friends. Not at all. Never have been. But, you are always around each other. His parents are friends with your parents. So your always round his house. Or he is always round yours. Constantly. Wherever it’s family dinners, special events, or just everyday get togethers. You are always around each other. And what makes it even worse, is that your brother is friends with him. So he really doesn’t ever leave your house. He’s always there. And despite how often you see one another. You don’t talk to him. And he doesn’t talk to you.

One evening, you went out with your friends, Kie and Sarah. All you were doing was hanging around, chilling on the beach. Nothing special. But you stayed out for longer than you thought you would. And before you knew it, it was dark. You, Kie and Sarah all said your goodbyes and started to head home. Unfortunately for you, you walked to the beach because your car broke down a few days ago.

And so now you are walking home. In the freezing cold. There’s not much noise around, apart from the wing and the rustling of bushes. The streetlights are shining down, lighting your way, but in reality, they aren’t even that bright. And then you hear something, a motorbike. You turn around to see what it is. And it’s none other than Rafe Cameron. Of course it is. He pulls up right beside you and takes off his helmet. Although, he doesn’t have his signature smirk on. He looks more, serious. He gestures to the back of his bike.

“Get on.” His voice is very serious. And a little commanding. Like he’s not taking no for an answer. Almost like he actually cares.