𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐋 ❪ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 ❫

ELEVEN

Topper nodded towards his friend, the testosterone in the room growing with every sweaty second that passed by. "Wait, they ruined your boat?" Ophelia spoke softly, her lips parting every so slightly as the tanned boy nodded in frustration.

"Exactly, O." Rafe groaned as the weights fell to his feet, and it was then Ophelia took a quick look behind her, the boy whom had been furiously working out distracted by Ophelia standing a mere few centimetres away, a small smile playing on his lips. "You see the shit they pull?"

Rafe let out a sigh of relief, his eyes falling short of hers and trailing down her sun kissed body, wandering for longer than he had realized. "Of course, you're on his side." Topper scoffed immediately, shaking his head as he chugged back a gulp of water, Rafe in the opposite corner growing red in frustration.

"Oh no." Ophelia shook her head with a playful laugh. "I'm not on anyone's side."

Ophelia's words cut Rafe deep, his eyes simply rolling into the back of his head as he ignored the stinging sensation in his chest. "Sorry If I had your back after some Pogue put a gun to your head."

Rafe shared a look with Ophelia, who only glanced away as she chewed on her bottom lip, ignoring the obvious tension in the room. "Am I the enemy?" The eldest Cameron questioned his broad shouldered friends, knowing well enough the answer Ophelia was dying to give. "We need to force him to take some personal responsibility."

Rafe spit each word with disgust, patting his friends shoulder as he once again glanced towards the girl standing close by, green eyes meeting his. "Bro, he sank the boo, alright?" That shit can't stand." Kelce spoke up, causing Ophelia to smile softly, moving herself in between the group of boys as they towered over her.

"So, what are you gonna do about it?" Rafe spoke up loudly, his hand brushing against Ophelia's, the heat radiating between the two as sweat dripped the boys tanned arm.

Topper only nodded, knowing well enough he needed to stand up to his mother - one that resembled the girl's father - harsh and brute, not an ounce of purity running through their veins.

Kelce and Topper had left shortly after the whole ordeal, leaving the brunette with a tension fuelled Rafe ready to continue working out, and he did exactly that. Ophelia, on the other hand, perched herself up on the ledge, dangling her feet below her as she watched the boy closely.

Rafe continued on with whatever he had been doing, though couldn't help but steal glances at the girl every so often, which hadn't gone unnoticed. Ophelia sat perched upon the workbench, smiling softly as her eyes wandered in the opposite direction when Rafe's stare met hers.

"You're dad really give you heat?" Ophelia nodded subtly in response, shrugging her shoulders as she did so. "I was mad earlier, but. It's whatever." She replied lightly, though Rafe began to speak before the girl could finish her sentence. "What?" He taunted, a lingering smirk playing on his lips.

"You don't want to yell at me some more? Push me around?" He chuckled. "It was kind of hot." Rafe Cameron stood a few feet away from the Martin girl, who's lips pursed as a dry laugh escaped her lips, shaking her head at the Cameron boys words.

"I shouldn't have done that. Not with you there."

Ophelia's eyes remained glued to her worn out shoes, listening faintly to the soft sounds of weights dropping to the floor, the heavy breaths from Rafe growing closer. "Hey, O." The boy spoke softly, a tone that was never heard amongst his friends - only Ophelia.

Rafe's warm fingers ran up and along the underside of her chin, titling her head upwards as he wedged himself in between her legs. "I'm sorry." A faint laugh escaped her dry lips, Rafe's hands falling to either side of her waist. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Rafe."

Ophelia smiled softly, showing the boy she wasn't upset. No matter the situation, Ophelia found it hard staying mad at the boy before her, often times crumbling in his hold, or at the faint glance of his soft smile. "I don't know what I would do without you, O." Rafe blushed.

"You'll never loose me."

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Rafe pulled Ophelia into his chest, tension growing in the room that felt as it was never there before. His eyes fell between her eyes and her lips, ones that were pouted pink and covered in strawberry chapstick.

Ophelia couldn't help but do the same, a breath hitching in the back of her throat as she took the time to truly examine his lips - ones that were soft and constantly damp due to his tongue running over them, both out of nervousness and habit.

"I'm glad we're friends." Rafe's breath fanned against the girls face, both of their cheeks lighting up at the close proximity, the boys lips almost brushing against her own as he spoke softly. "Me too." Ophelia agreed, her words barely audible as the pair's eyes remained glued on the other's lips, neither believing a single word they said.

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Author's Note

enjoy the gif as much as I did!

as you may notice, in the original story they kissed in this chapter, though I am dragging it out a little longer! bare with me, its coming soon

xo