Officially Over (Rafe Cameron)
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧, *𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭* 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐡𝐞𝐲! 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥😋 𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝🫶🏽
You and Rafe have had a fling for going on 5 months now. Not a relationship, not even friends with benefits, strictly hookups. He’d sneak you into his house, do you mercilessly, and send you on your way.
But there was an issue. You did the one thing everyone knows you aren’t supposed to do…you caught feelings.
Now, it seems impossible to catch feelings for such a douche of a person, but you couldn’t help it. The way he payed attention to every bit of your body, the way he whispered to you, worshipped you. But you’re quickly snapped out of that fantasy every time he tells you to get the hell out.
Rafe clearly never had anything for you, he wanted nothing more from you than sex. That’s made apparent to you by the unholy sounds of him and another girl coming from his bedroom right now.
You stand with a sonic bag in one hand and a slushie in the other, not sure if you should just turn away and leave. Against your better judgement, you knock.
The girl in there just happens to moan unnecessarily loud when you do, so you knock again, harder this time. You hear the commotion in the bedroom stop, followed by an, “oh shit.”
The door cracks open and you’re faced with red cheeks and a sweaty body, only opening the door enough to see his head.
“Y/N?” He asks, out of breath. “The fuck are you doing here?”
You internally wince at the lack of care in his voice, “I was dropping food off for Sarah, thought you’d want some too.” You shrug, feeling stupid for even coming.
“Oh uh- shit, yea. Give me one minute.” He says before shutting the door.
You hear more commotion before he reopens the door with only plaid pajama pants on, a blonde haired girl in a sweatshirt sitting on his bed. You hold out the bag and drink for him.
“Thanks.” He grabs them and puts it on the table beside him, “I need to pay you back?”
“No, it’s all good.” You look over his shoulder, “Is she…”
“Oh!” He opens the door wider so you can properly see her, “This is my friend, Chels.”
The girl on the bed waves to you with a smile, clearly post-sex. You awkwardly wave back before Rafe steps back into the doorway.
“So you’re hooking up with townies now?” You lower your voice so she can’t hear your conversation.
“I mean, I don’t really know her.” He brushes off, “Why?”
“Nothing.” You shake your head and look away, clearly bothered.
He drops his head to the side and looks at you disappointed, “Don’t tell me you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad.” You grunt.
“Because you do know me and you aren’t together.” He elaborates.
“Yes, Rafe, I know that.”
“Good.” He eyes you before turning away and shutting the door.
You roll your eyes and fight back tears as you leave the Cameron house, not bothering to say bye the Sarah.
“Everything okay?” JJ asks, readjusting his pillow before taking another hit from his blunt.
“Yea,” You scroll through Instagram, “people are just assholes.”
“People are assholes? Or Rafe Cameron is an asshole?” He says.
You lower your phone from your face and look over at him, “What?”
“Oh come on,” he blows smoke at you, “it’s no secret that Rafe upsets you sometimes.” He shrugs.
“And how would you know?”
“Well, not all Camerons can keep their mouths shut.” He laughs.
“Fucking Sarah.” You rub your forehead.
“Yup.” His giggle turns into a smoked out cough, “So, what’d he do this time?”
“Hooked up with another girl.” You inform, turning on your side to face him.
JJ awkwardly looks around the room with a confused face before finally landing back on you.
“No disrespect, but last I checked that isn’t against the rules of a fling.” He says.
“Ugh,” You turn away from him and crash your head back into the bed, “you’re just like him.”
“Too far.” He jokes, “But really, c’mon, you know thats the point of casual sex. The freedom.”
“Thank you for reminding me, JJ.” You roll your eyes.
“I’m just saying, what’s the issue?”
“No seriously, I wanna know.” He puts his blunt out.
You sigh, “I just… maybe sorta kinda thought he was starting to feel something for me-“
“Oh my goddddd,” he cuts you off, fake passing out, “sappyyy, boo!”
“JJ!” You throw a pillow at him, not being able to hide your smile.
“You’re mad because you like like him? That’s tough.” He laughs at you.
“Okay but seriously, Y/N.” He holds his stomach from laughing, “You can do so much better than him.”
“But I want him. So bad.” You sigh and stare at the ceiling.
The faint line of smoke coming from your incense stick perfectly dissolves into the night clouds, your attempt at airing out the weed smell. You’re in the middle of your Netflix binge when your phone lights up with a text. You pause your show before turning and checking the notification.
An overbearing sense of dread washes over you, as it does whenever you think of him. The obvious answer is no. You shouldn’t step foot in his house, especially not after what you saw earlier today. But at the same time, Rafe’s a somewhat decent guy, maybe you can talk about it.
In reality, you don’t even have to hesitate. All of your doubtful thoughts meaninglessly roam your head as you put your phone in the back of your black jean shorts and leave your room.
The entire walk Rafe’s house, you rehearse and rehearse what you wanna say to him.
‘Can we talk real quick?’
‘I wanted to discuss something.’
Nothing seemed to be unbothered enough for you, it all sounds like you’ve been thinking about it. Which you have.
You enter the kook neighborhood and text Rafe that you’re about to be outside. He leaves you on read, signaling that he’s gonna be waiting for you. You make it to the front door and you know better than to knock. Rafe abruptly opens the door and pulls you in so fast that anyone on the outside would think you’ve been kidnapped.
He hushes you as he pushes you up the stairs and into his room without anyone noticing, locking the door behind you.
“Hey.” You say, out of breath.
“Hold on,” He pulls his phone out, not even making eye contact with you. “I gotta turn the cameras back on real quick.”
After a beat of weird silence, he looks back up and walks toward you with lust in his eyes.
He holds your head in his hands and pushes you up against his door, placing rough kisses on your lips. His hands are all over your body, more aggressively today. Your phone dings, but neither of you notice it.
He kisses you so hard and fast that you can barely get a word out.
“Rafe-“ He shushes you as he moves from your lips to your neck, touching your chest through your shirt. He’s frantic today, careless.
“Rafe.” You finally get out, slightly pulling his hair.
“God, what?” He gets off of you and stands back, still towering over you by a foot.
“Um,” your phone dings and everything that you practiced on the way here leaves your mind, “I wanna talk.”
“Well I don’t, I need this. Right now.” His face is red and he almost looks like he’s about to cry.
“Are you okay?” You examine his features, walking closer and placing your hands on his shoulders.
“I’m fucking fine.” He pulls your hands off.
“Well I am fine-“ He’s cut off by your phone going off again, “And who the fuck is blowing up your phone?”
“Uh,” You pull your phone from your back pocket and are met with spam texts from JJ.
Y/N I just checked snap maps…
are u at his fucking house??
For a minute you forget that Rafe’s even in the room as you read all of JJ’s messages. You shouldn’t have come over here, especially not when you have 4 great friends back at home. You’re pulled from your thoughts when your phone suddenly isn’t in your hand anymore.
Rafe snatches it out of your hand and starts reading the screen on his own, disregarding the fact that he literally just grabbed your phone from you.
He looks up at you with dark eyes, “He talking about me?” He asks.
“Rafe.” You hold your hand out for your phone.
“IS HE TALKING ABOUT ME!” He shouts so loud and abruptly that you jump.
“RAFE GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!” You yell at the same volume. If he wants to get loud, you can get loud.
“No. No, because I knew you’d been seeing other people.” He starts to pace the room, “On some fucking cheating shit.”
You physically step back from how genuinely flabbergasted you are at that sentence.
“Cheating? Are you fucking kidding me?” You seethe, “What you did with that bitch today isn’t cheating? I thought we ‘weren’t together’ any fucking way!” You scream at him.
“Oh my god.” He rubs his nose bridge with his fingers, “You’re fucking unbelievable.“
“You’re not too predictable yourself.” You spit.
“Do we really have to do this right now?” He asks, as if he isn’t the one who started it.
“No, we don’t. Give me my fucking phone and I’m gone. I’ll go right now.” You point to the door.
You walk up to Rafe, who’s standing in front of the door, and grab his hand that’s in the air with your phone. His tall frame won’t allow you to just take it and the two of you get in a tussle as you try to grab it back. Rafe flings his arm with all of his might and your phone goes flying into his wall, the screen blacking out.
“RAFE, WHAT THE FUCK?” You look back at your phone, shoving him before going and checking on it.
Tears almost fall when you see that the bottom is completely popped out and it’s not turning back on.
“You broke it.” You say without looking toward him.
There’s a pause before he speaks up again, “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck that.” Your voice shakes.
He comes up behind you and rubs your shoulder. You harshly push it off of you before standing up, face to face again.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? Can we just forget about this?”
“No, we can’t forget about this!” You raise your voice, “I don’t know how you do it here, but your actions don’t just get erased with a sorry”
“Oh my fucking god, Y/N,” He stresses as if he’s the one with a broken phone. “Okay, do you wanna talk all night or do you wanna fuck?”
“Yes.” You shove past him.
“So you’re just gonna walk out?” He asks, staying where he is as he watches you go.
“Fuck you.” You say furiously before slamming his door shut.
You’re halfway down the hallway and have already let the water start falling from your eyes when you look up to see none other than Sarah Cameron by the stairs.
“We heard you from down here.” She says uncomfortably.
“We?” You ask, rapidly wiping the tears away.
Wheezie emerges from behind her, holding her ice cream like a deer in headlights, “Hey, Y/N.” She waves.
“Hey, Wheeze.” You embarrassingly wave.
“You’re brother’s a dickhead.” You sniff.
“I’ll tell you all about it…tomorrow.” You say, trudging past her and down the stairs.
You open the front door, not giving a fuck about cameras, and walk all the way back home. Things are officially over with Rafe mother fucking Cameron.
