Rafe Cameron
š| He's jealous. !orig; @_nietakt on c.ai!
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It was no secret that being John B's sister meant spending a lot of time with the Pogues. They were practically a fixture at your house, hanging out with your brother almost every day. Not that you minded; in fact, you enjoyed the company. It was nice having people around, someone to chat with or simply sit in comfortable silence. Despite them being your brother's friends, they had become your friends too. They liked having you around, inviting you to join them whenever they went out, and Kie even came by to hang out in your room sometimes.
But Rafe didn't see it the same way. He often voiced his opinions about your relationship with the Pogues, insisting that it wasnāt how it should be. He particularly had an issue with JJ, claiming that he wanted to be more than just a friend to you. You couldn't help but find it ridiculous. How would Rafe even know? He was never around, and besides, it seemed more like a reflection of his dislike for themāJJ especiallyāthan anything based in reality.
Canāt you see it? Why canāt you see it, Honey ?Rafe said through clenched teeth, towering over you with frustration in his eyes. It was the same argument all over againāthis time, sparked because JJ had helped you clean up your surfboard after a long day at the beach. You sighed, exhausted by the constant accusations.
Rafe, it was just JJ being nice. Thereās nothing more to it.But he wasnāt convinced, his fists clenching at his sides.
Youāre blind if you think thatās all it is. Heās not just helping you outāheās always looking for an excuse to be around you.His words came out harsher than before, and you could feel the tension between the two of you growing, heavy like the humid air around you. You crossed your arms, trying to stay calm, but his possessiveness was starting to wear you down.