THE DIFFERENCE

Chapter one

in a world of gentlemen he's a psychopath
the difference between a gentleman and a psychopath is that a psychopath is hot and a gentleman is corny

Rafe Cameron, the boy known as a psychopath around the island of outer banks, everyone keeps whining about how he killed a sheriff and how he stole a golden cross and blah blah blah
"but I am my father's daughter so maybe I could fix him"
Blair Raines never thought of him like that, and she never wanted to fix him (like Olivia Rodrigo wanted to fix a guy she met in the summer) she never hated people, she never judged people by what they did, how they acted or how they looked, she was kind and loving towards the ones she cared about but, I'm not gonna keep bullshiting you like this, she was a cocky, arrogant, egocentric bitch, no body could ever catch her off guard in any argument, she always had a thing to say to fight back, when she stepped into a party, the music stopped playing and all of the people just froze and stared at her beauty
now that was a bit too much
lets just say, she was rich, she was hot, she was very much wanted by men and all of these things made her very...how to put it in a good way...arrogant
now Blair must sound evil

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"gosh I hate you" I say gripping his motorcycle's handles so he doesn't leave
as a response to my words all that comes out of him is a scoff
"let go Blair" he says in that raspy voice of his, the raspy voice he uses when he's angry but doesn't want to yell
"not until you tell me why the fuck would you do something like that" I grip the handles harder
"I did it to protect you" now it's not a raspy voice anymore it's a yell, oh how I hated arguing with him,
"I don't need your protection" is the only thing I can say before he places his hands on top of mine and before I know it he releases my grip on his handles, pulls his helmet on and drives off, my eyes widen I follow him quickly repeating no no
I wasn't gonna let him leave me like this
"please don't leave okay?!" I call out delusionally thinking he's gonna magically stop and go back, he doesn't
"fuck" I mutter for myself
on the ride home I can't keep my mind off the events of tonight
I still can't believe he's do something like that
just for me and just to "protect" me
I knew Rafe was protective but i didn't know he was able to go this far
I grind my teeth together as I think of a way to approach him
he didn't seem like he wanted to talk to me about this
I hated how stubborn he was
I know I can protect myself but when you do it for me it's hot as hell

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the sound of my parents talking wakes me up in the morning, but why would I even bother getting up when it's a Saturday
the only thing I plan on doing is...laying in bed

my plan is canceled when I see Sarah at my doorstep, she doesn't look too happy
"what happened last night? saw you arguing with my brother outside my house again" her words make me clear my throat, I use the time to think of a good response or even explanation
"he-" I cut myself off before I can finish that sentence, even though I wasn't really happy with rafe I didn't want his sister to hate him more than she already does so I say a whole lot different sentence
"we were on a party and some things happened there" I try to explain hoping she won't ask about it more, which she does
"what exactly happened? cause it was a good reason for him to get high, he got back home at god knows when and he looked absolutely disgusting"
"he got high?" I ask stupidly which Sarah just nods to her expression saying that she thinks that was the most obvious question to ask
I sigh out
"okay thanks for the info" I say before shutting the door in front of her nose, we never liked each other, well...we used to be best friends but then we both grew out of it, we both thought we're too good for the other and I still stand by that
I walk over to my phone, I dial his number and I wait for what's about to come, maybe he won't even pick up
"what do you want?" is suddenly heard from the other end
"your sister was just at my house"
"why?"
"she said you got high as fuck last night"
"that rat face...I told her not to tell you"
"it doesn't matter Rafe"
"whatever" I scoff at his dry responses
"are you mad at me?"
"yep"
"why the hell are you mad at me?"
"because you're the one that got mad at me after I almost killed someone for you" his words linger in my ears for a bit too long
I almost killed someone for you
"and now, I'm fucked up again...just because of my dumb mistake..."
"you didn't kill-" he cuts me off
"I wanted to" I don't find the right words to reply with, he's right, he wanted to, but even if he killed the man, I wouldn't look at him in a different light, I wouldn't think of him as a bad person cause I knew he wasn't in the outside, deep down, I knew he was just a man that cared too much for people
I'm a feminist obviously
But I wouldn't really mind him saving me
And I know that I'm fine without a man
But I think I would like his protection