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CHAPTER EIGHT we meet again
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MY MIND RAN back and forth as I skated home. Originally, I thought taking the longer route would give my thoughts some time to settle down, but that was far from reality. I was rather overthinking everything, the silence of the Figure 8 roads adding to my mental torture.
All I could think about was my mom, how she was probably exhausting herself trying to make things better for us. I was a hypocrite for expecting more from her, when I myself couldn't even keep my job. I had resented her for the longest time, and my selfishness was finally coming back to me.
The sudden sound of a car pulling up close behind me made me pick up speed, suspicious of how close behind me the person was. On top of everything, I didn't need hospital bills to pay in case I crashed, so I swiftly turned onto the grass strip beside the road. My board stopped immediately on the change of surface, making me lose balance.
After dusting myself off, I raised my head to get a better view of the car. Even though the driver was in such a rush to run me off the road, he had now parked just a few metres away from me. I could tell it was a Kook, the tinted windows and freshly polished exterior giving it away almost instantly.
"Nice fall, is the grass okay?" the driver shouted, coming closer to me.
I could recognise that voice anywhere, unfortunately.
"Stalking me now, huh. Getting me fired wasn't enough?" I sprung to my feet, my previous sadness switching swiftly to anger.
Rafe towered over me, the strong scent of his cologne overpowering every breath I took. He was missing his signature slick-backed hair, rather replaced by the same middle part he had the night of The Wreck incident. He wore the same black jeans as yesterday, paired with a casual grey t-shirt and his gold ring.
"Didn't mean to startle you like that, Cami."
"Get the fuck away from me." I went in to slap him, being stopped by his hand gripping my wrist and placing it back to my side.
"You'll regret that. I just want to talk."
"I don't have shit to say to you."
"For such a pretty girl you sure do have a filthy mouth. Remember where that got you last time?"
Even though Rafe was the last person I wanted to see right now, I did want answers as to why he did what he did.
"Fine. You want to talk, so talk." I sighed.
"Listen, I just wanted to apologise for how things played out—" I scoffed at the sound of his words, making him pause his sentence.
