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We drove out to the park, where John B was supposed to meet Sarah for the map. First, Kie and John B were having a discussion about how John B was not supposed to do anything with Sarah, because she would get in his head. Then, John B decided to go out alone. A few minutes later, we heard a scream for help. It was Sarah. She was crying, bowed over John B when we arrived. She explained how Topper shoved him off the tower and he fell from really high. She screamed at us to go get help and the boys ran off to do so.
"John B, please stay with me," she cried. Then, she pressed a kiss to his lips. My breath hitched and I looked at Kie, who was also looking furious. She looked back at me and rolled her eyes at the pair at the ground.
We were right. John B was totally macking Sarah Cameron. He lied about it and even worse, he didn't have the decency to come and tell me. I couldn't bring myself to be too angry, because, you know, John B was lying unconscious on the ground, but this wasn't over.
Soon, an ambulance came to take John B away. Sarah went with him, so did JJ. I hopped behind the wheel of the Twinkie, Sarah sat next to me and Pope in the back. Sarah grabbed my hand and squeezed it when she heard a sob coming from my mouth. "He'll be alright."
Yea, I know that. It was sweet of her to comfort me, but that was not why I was crying. I dropped Pope and Kie off at home, but I didn't feel like going home yet. JJ was probably still at the hospital, and I didn't want to be alone in that quiet house. So instead, I decided to go for a drive around Figure Eight. When I passed Kelce's house, I saw that there were lights on still. The music was very loud, I could hear it from the road. As I looked in through te big windows, I could see that there were a lot of people there. I decided to pull into the driveway and go check it out. I could use some booze.
I walked into the house, mouth agape at how big it was. Sure, it wasn't Topper's house, but still, this was at least eight times my house. I wondered what Rafe's house looks like from the inside. It's even bigger than this one and Topper's combined. As I walked into the living room, I saw the devil himself. He spotted me as well, furrowing his eyebrows for a sec, before smirking and walking my way.
"What are you doing here, angel?"
"Well," I sighed, "since your boy pushed John B off the tower and I saw your sister stick her tongue down John B's throat, I'm going to need some booze."
"Topper did what?" Rafe asked in disbelief. You could see in his eyes that he was proud of Topper, even if he wanted to hide that fact from me.
"I'm not in the mood for this, Rafe," I said as I tried to push past him. He stopped me.
"Okay, okay, okay, sorry," he said. "Have I told you tonight that you look gorgeous in that dress?"
"Hm," I scoffed, "I think you did, yea. Although it wasn't exactly directed to me. What was it you said? Ah, now I remember - I looked pretty good for a Pogue." I repeated the words he yelled at JJ earlier this evening.
His eyes widened, "you heard that?"
"Yea, so don't get your hopes up about fixing shit with me, Rafe." I pushed past him and made my way into the kitchen, so that I could make myself a drink. A strong one, preferably.
"I'm sorry," a quiet voice sounded from behind me as I was pouring some type of expensive booze into a cup.
"Yeah, well, sorry doesn't do much right now, Rafe. You disgust me, first of all. And second, the boy I've loved all my life was not only kissing Sarah freaking Cameron, but is now also in hospital because of that." I took a huge gulp from my freshly mixed drink, satisfied with the way the substance burned in my throat. "I don't need your apologies right now. Tonight, I just want to get drunk."
"Oh my god," Rafe chuckled a little. "You're in love with John B? Like, you actually have some big feelings for him?"
I scoffed, "Yea, why, is that a problem?"
"No! No, I mean - it's a waste of time, in my opinion, but not a problem. I don't care."
"Uhuh," I answered, "waste of time... so tell me Rafe, what do you think I should fill up my time with instead of John B?"
The boy snickered and stepped closer to me. "Hm, I don't know, Kaila. I make pretty good company, even if I do say so myself."
"I haven't enjoyed your company at all today," I mumbled, "so that's questionable."
"Alright, enough." Rafe responded, "I know you're not in the mood, but I'm going to make it up to you." I sighed and followed the boy as he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the house, onto the driveway, stopping right in front of his dirt bike.
"Yea, no," I scoffed, laughing at the Cameron boy. "There's no way I'm getting on that."
"Why, Kaila. C'mon. I can drive, you know," Rafe pleaded.
"You're high as a kite, Rafe. I don't trust you to drive right now."
"Yeah, well, you don't trust me with anything nowadays," Rafe blurted out, his blue eyes looking like they belonged to a puppy and his soft, pink lips in a pout.
I took a step closer to him. "That's right," I spoke softly, "but whose fault is that?"
Rafe whined. "I want you to trust me Kaila."
"Why," I genuinely asked. "I'm just a Pogue, anyways. What does it matter what I think of you?"
"I like you," Rafe whispered. I didn't know if this was just the mix of the cocaine and the booze talking, but something told me that he was being honest with me right now. "You're sweet, kind, thoughtful, beautiful... you're good company and you have a cute voice and I like you," he explained, "and I want you to like me back. Because if you don't like me back, that means I don't get to spend time with you. And I want to spend time with you, because you make me feel some type of way when I'm with you. I don't know - at peace, maybe? I don't feel at peace very often, Kaila."
I quietly listened to the boy's rant as a smile grew on my face. I temporarily forgot all about how he'd beaten up Pope, then beaten up Pope and JJ, and then called me pretty hot, for a Pogue. Honestly, everything bad that Rafe Cameron had ever said or done washed away and all that was left was a beautiful boy; the people around him expected way too much of him - but trusted him with way too little; he was super insecure about what people thought of him, even though he always acted like he didn't care.
Rafe Cameron was a human being like every one of us.
He just had a knack for acting like an emotionless robot all the time.
