꒰ 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:·ﾟ
"So welcome to the Pogue life," Pope hummed from the back of Bianca's convertible, "Is it everything you ever dreamed of?"
"And more," Bianca sent the boy a small small through the rearview mirror.
"Bianca Prescott, home invader," Kiara giggled from the passenger seat, "It has a nice ring to it."
Before Bianca could reply, loud, urgent honking came from behind them. Pope glanced over his shoulder, "Oh, shit-"
Kiara's head whirled around, "That's Rafe," Her eyes trailed the dirt bike he was riding as it rounded the car.
Bianca's eyes widened, "What-"
Suddenly, the dirt bike appeared in front of her as Rafe skidded to a stop on the road ahead. The tires screeched when Bianca abruptly slammed her foot on the break, all three of them jerking forward to a halt.
"Shit," Bianca cursed under her breath as Rafe began pulling off his helmet while Kiara and Pope began getting out of the car, "Wait- guys," She pulled the Carrera girl back.
"What?" Kiara huffed, her lips downturned into a frown.
"Let me handle him," Bianca told them, glancing over her shoulder at Pope as well. Before they could protest, she was already getting out of the car, slamming the door shut behind them.
Pope let out a small whistle and Kiara's glared at him, "What was that?"
"I don't know," The boy mumbled, resting his chin on his hand, eyes never leaving Bianca's figure, "But I liked it- a lot- ow!" Pope was cut off by Kiara slapping the back of his head.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe?!" Bianca cried, storming up to the boy as he put down the kick stand.
"That's some cute decal you did on my bike!" Rafe growled and Bianca's gaze travelled to where the large 'fuck you' was scraped into the red, chipped paint job.
"Are you high!?" Bianca's scoffed at the boy's red-rimmed eyes, his movements erratic, "I could've run you over!"
Rafe suddenly grabbed her wrist, his fingers harrowing into her skin, "I just heard about your little home invasion, B- you and Sarah robbing drug dealers with your little Pogue friends, now? Is that it!?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," She ground out.
"Listen to me, B!" Rafe shouted, his hot breath fanning over her face and made her nose scrunch in disgust, "I told you that Barry is bad news! He's a bad man, B!"
"Yeah, I know, Rafe!" Bianca shot back, ripping her hand away from him.
"You stole from him- he's gonna come after you and I can't protect you anymore, B!" Rafe ran his hands through his slicked back hair, pulling at the roots in frustration, "After my dad kicked me out-"
At this, Bianca's eyes widened, "Ward kicked you out?" Her voice softened slightly.
"Yeah- I've been staying at the Glissons, they're in Sun Valley all summer," He stuttered out, "I was supposed to be house sitting for them."
The Glissons were a Kook family that were honoured members of the Island Club– Bianca used to have playdates with their son, when they were both eleven years old while Lydia and his mother chatted away about charity galas and yacht parties with a glass of rosè between them. However, they'd sent their regrets upon not being able to attend Midsummers last week due to being in Sun Valley all summer.
"Why?" Bianca mumbled, her eyebrows pulled together in concern.
"I was uh-" He huffed, straightening his back, "Trying to pay Barry back and I knew Ward kept some watches in the safe behind that painting in his office-"
"So you stole from him?" Bianca's eyes widened, "Rafe-"
"Could you just shut up and stop judging me for like- one second!" He interjected, his lips pulled into a sneer.
Bianca didn't say more after that, crossing her arms over her chest and though she was silent, she was still fuming. Rafe continued, "He found me in his office so he uh- gave Barry his money and kind of beat him up and then he kicked me out."
This did nothing to stifle Bianca's surprise- the thought of Ward beating the shit out of Barry didn't sit right with her. Her eyes narrowed, "What happened to you, Rafe?" Bianca whispered lowly, trying to figure out what had gone so, so wrong between the start of summer to this moment.
Up until then, Kiara and Pope had been watching the couple fighting intently, wincing and cringing at every scathing comment they spat at each other. Only when the sound of another engine rumbling towards them neared did they glance backwards to see Topper riding up in his own dirt bike.
"Come to try and kill me again, Top?" Pope sneered, getting out and leaning back on Bianca's car.
The blond boy scoffed, "Yeah- here we go- always the Kook's fault isn't it?"
Kiara joined Pope, her arms crossed over her chest, "Get out of of here, Topper."
"I'm not the one corrupting these girls from a prominent family and getting her involved in a life of crime!" Topper raised his voice, glancing over at Bianca in concern.
"You have no idea what's going on-" Kiara interjected, glaring at him harshly.
"Oh- I have no idea what's going on?!" The boy yelled, he didn't mean for it to be so malicious, but his ex-girl friend and best friend was in trouble, "I know you're stealing 25K from a drug dealer, huh?! You getting her involved in this shit!?"
"Listen to me, B" Rafe ground out, his grip tightening over her, "I'd give Barry his money back, like, yesterday-"
"Fuck you!" She snapped, "You worry about your shit and I'll worry about mine!"
Just as she began to walk away, Rafe whirled around, "I'm taking care of my own shit, okay!?" He shouted harshly.
Bianca's feet faltered, watching as his cerulean eyes darted wildly around, unable to focus. Looking at the state of the boy now she almost felt bad for him- his breaths came out in small pants, muscles rigid with stress, "And one day- I'm gonna be running the show, B!"
"Whatever," Bianca scowled, "I'm fucking done."
"What?" The boy's face suddenly paled, "Done- what do you mean done?"
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Rafe's eyes widened and all he could hear is his rapidly beating heart that was about to burst from his chest. Bianca felt her heart crack at the dejected look on the boy's face, jaw clenched as he turns his head, looking off to the side.
"We're over," She choked out, tears pricking the corner of her eyes, "We've been over-"
"Don't do this, B," The boy paused, his eyes narrowing at her unshed tears, "I love you."
He took a step forward, but she only took two back.
It tore her apart inside to see the shell of who the person Rafe used to be because that used to be the boy she thought the world of, the boy she would've done absolutely anything for, the boy she loved with her entire being.
But it was also the boy who fucking wrecked her and maybe she was the love of his life, but he wasn't hers.
She had to admit though, there were moments with him that made her happy- genuinely happy, but the majority of the time he shut her out, treated her like shit, called her names and was a total dick. She'd never forget the beautiful memories and good times they had together, but she'd also never forget that he hurt her more than anyone she'd ever known.
"We can't keep lying to each other, Rafe," Her breath hitched in her throat.
"It's those fucking pogues, isn't it?!" He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, "Fucking Maybank-"
"It's not them!" Bianca cried, "It's us- I can't keep pretending that I'm happy when I'm with you, Rafe!"
Behind them, Topper was become more and more agitated as the seconds passed.
"Why don't you get on your fucking bike, Topper," Kiara glared harshly at him.
"Or what?" Topper laughed loudly, though there was no humour behind it.
"Get on the bike," Pope spoke lowly, but his voice commanded attention. He took a menacing step forward, his fists clenched tightly beside him.
Topper's eyes darted between the two and back to Bianca before scoffing, "Whatever," He muttered, backing away towards his back, realising they weren't worth the trouble.
"See you later, babe," Kiara cooed sarcastically, narrowing her eyes as the blond got on his bike.
"I never- I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Rafe stumbled over his words after Bianca, "It'll never happen again, I swear. Just please, don't leave me."
Bianca felt her heart wrench in her chest– he was her first love and she didn't regret anything at all. She was just naive for thinking they would've made it. He wanted her to be the one for him, but she knew he wasn't the one for her. No matter how hard they tried, it never would've worked out between them.
"B- B, come on," He mumbled as she began towards her car, "I know this looks really bad right now and everything, but I'm gonna get my shit together, okay? Like I will-" He sniffled, eyes full of unshed tears, "Like, I'm gonna get it tight, you know- like, real tight. You'll see."
"Good for you," Bianca whispered under her breath, her arms crossed over her chest, backing towards the car. Kiara and Pope joined her, both getting into their respective seats.
"B, I'll wait for you!" He called after her fading figure, "I don't care how long it takes!"
She gave him a sad smile, tears streaming down her flush cheeks, "Goodbye, Rafe."
She would never forget Rafe Cameron. She'd always love the color of his eyes, and she'd always search for someone with the same contagious laugh. She'd never fully get over him. She'd have those nights when all the regret and pain comes rushing back. No matter how much time passes by, she will always have a weak spot for him and that terrified the hell out of her. But in the end, she would be okay.
Bianca got into the driver's seat, turning the car on through the tears blurring her vision.
Kiara's voice came soft and unsure to her ears, "B, do you want me to drive?"
"No," The girl shook her head, wiping away the tears that had smudged her mascara around her puffy, red-splotched cheeks. She held her breath in an attempt to stifle the soft sobs building in her chest, "I'm okay."
"B," Pope tried softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder as she drove, "You're not okay."
"I'm fine," Bianca forced a smile, "Everything's fine," She choked out, telling them yet another lie because she thought she'd make them happy when she was not.
And she would remember it. All of it, for a long time. The first time their eyes first met and the first time he touched her. The first time he called her beautiful and the first time he said 'I love you.'
It was going to hurt like hell, but she would show him that she could breathe without him, even though she swore to him she could not.
author's note. this was hard for me to write )':
not because it was sad or anything bUT BC I FUCKING HATE RAFE LMFAO