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ā” A Case of Limerence
Ā From the moment she had become a Cameron, Rose opened the doors of her brand new home to her goddaughter and thus creating a cycle that lasted almost a decade. Each year following that one fateful summer, Leni Blythe waited for school to be over so she could pack her bags and jet over to the Outer Banks. Her months spent on the islands have always been one of her most joyful ones, so her decision to spend the entirety of her gap year there wasnāt at all surprising.Ā
Unfortunately, life had different plans. In a span of only four months the lives of the Cameron family had changed drastically and Leni had no other choice but to rethink her decision. She was just about to buy a train ticket to Paris when Rose called. Leniās mother was nothing short of dubious: the idea of her daughter living with a family drowning in grief was a terrible idea, but Rose was persistent. It took a bit of convincing -Ā three whole days to be exact - but it worked.Ā
Leni was on a plane headed straight to the Outer Banks in such a short time, she completely forgot that two whole summers had gone since she was last there. There was no old friend group to reunite with or an apartment to share with Sarah. Only an empty grief stricken home and a boy her godmother told her to stay away from.
Three years ago, Kook!Princess (Astrid) and Rafe began a secret love affair that lasted for an entire summer, until her parents found out and forbade Rafe from ever seeing their daughter again. Now, twenty-two years old and somewhat sober, he spends his days working a dull office job at his fatherās company wondering if heāll ever get to relive the golden days of his teenage years.
When Rafe Cameron found me singing in a seedy pub in North London and offered me the deal of a lifetime: to open for his band, Kildare, during their European tour, I thought I had hit the jackpot. When his father, Ward Cameron offered me that recording deal, I was in such disbelief I almost fainted. Cameron Records was known for making stars and I had wanted to see my name in lights for as long as I can remember. Little did I know, Iād soon be signing away my life and crushing all my childhood dreams in the process.Ā
Even though Iāve spent years hoping - praying - that one day itāll be, the tale involving Rafe Cameron and I is anything but the kind where two people meet and fall so madly in love, the whole world stops in its entirety. Except, the world did stop, but for a completely different reason. A mistake. A heinous, unforgivable crime that haunts me till this very day.
Maisieās senior year was supposed to be unforgettable and in a way, it is. Just not the way she imagined. It all fell apart one random Tuesday in May - the day her mom decided to elope with some guy sheād beenĀ casuallyĀ dating for, like, five minutes. By Wednesday, Maisieās entire life was packed into boxes. Goodbye, hometown. Goodbye, friends. Hello, tiny island town she canāt stand, a family she never asked for, and worst of allā¦Ā him.
Rafe.
Her new stepbrother.
Brash. Arrogant. Infuriating.
And ā just her luck ā ridiculously, unfairlyĀ hot.
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šššš§šš£š: frat!Rafe Cameron x innocent!reader
ššš§š£šš£ššØ: dark, dubcon, misogynistic rhetoric, classist rhetoric (in the context of kooks, pogues etc), daddy kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, smut (oral + p in v), condescension, babying, dirty talk, swearing, very unbalanced power dynamic, college au, reader is a freshman and rafe is a senior, more warnings to come. 18+ only, mdni.
ššŖš¢š¢šš§š®: Rafe bets his friends he can fuck you in one week.
š¼/š: This is just a sneak peak of a new Rafe fic Iām working onā I just want to see if anyone would be interested if I was to post it! Do let me know if itās any good and tag any Rafe blogs you think might enjoy this! (as I suspect I donāt have many Rafe fans following me haha)
āHer.ā
Rafe looks over to the Pogue girl Topperās nodding at and smirks. āBeen there, done that. Pick a different one.ā
Topper scoffs, āShe literally moved here last week.ā
āAnd?ā
āOK⦠What about her?ā He brazenly points at a leggy blonde that stands out in her group of Pogues.
āLast weekend at the beach party you threw. She gives good head.ā
āJesus Christ dude, is there anyone left??ā
Rafe chuckles, leaning back and stretching his legs out while his friends gape at him in disbelief like a bunch of gormless losers. He often wonders if they know how stupid they look. Like followers. His followers. Hanging on to his every word, oohing and aahing at whatever he did. Making him feel like he was a God among men. Which he may as well be, considering thatās how most people at this college looked at him.
Thatās why he loved fucking the Pogue girls. Almost exclusively. There was something about the power imbalance. Most of them came from poor families, looked at Rafe like he was a God. It didnāt take much for them to spread their legs for him, impressed by his power, turned on by his wealth. Hell, even the Kook girls were the same. But Rafe hardly ever took them home. They were spoiled sluts who hung around the country club wasting their lives and spending their daddiesā money. Yeah, they didnāt peak his interest at all. Not as much as the Pogue girls who worked at the country club. In their little housekeeping outfits, deliberately teasing him in the hopes heād take one of them home.
Yeah. It was safe to say Rafe Cameron had a type.
āWell, what about that one?ā
Rafe rolls his eyes, about to say that yes, he had indeed fucked whatever girl Topper was pointing at this time. Because heād fucked all of them. Because of who he was. Because of what he was capable of. Because of the family he came from. Because of what being a mere notch on Rafe Cameronās bedpost meant to every single sorry slut heād ran through.
Except he doesnāt. Because Topper is pointing at you. And heās never seen you before in his life.
You look so out of place, despite the fact youāre with a group of Pogues. And he knows youāre a Pogue. Like a shark with blood and a predator with its prey, he can always tell. And yet you stand awkwardly on the outskirts of the group, smiling yet not quite participating in whatever conversation is going on. You push your glasses up, straighten your skirt, pretend to look for something in your book bag. Youāre shy. Self conscious. Insecure. Rafe smiles.
āWho is she?ā
āAha! You havenāt slept with her!ā Topper cheers like heās won the fucking lottery. Sometimes Rafe wonders why heās friends with him.
āWho is she?ā He repeats like he hasnāt even heard him.
āSheās the new chick,ā Kelce says, āexcept sheās not exactly new in town.ā
āI heard she was homeschooled,ā Topper snickers, āThatās why sheās fucking weird and has no friends. Even the Pogues donāt want her.ā
Rafe observes you some more. Watches the bright smile on your face, how you try to chime in to whatever conversation the girls around you are having. They nod at you politely yet dismissively. Theyāre not your friends. As Topper said, you donāt have any.
Insecure. Weak. Vulnerable.
He licks his lips.
āHow long?ā
āHuh?ā
He runs a hand through his hair impatiently, āHow long do you wanna bet it takes me to get her into bed?ā
Topper raises an eyebrow.
āYou canāt be serious, man. She looks like she doesnāt even know what sex means.ā
Kelce laughs, āShe looks like she canāt even say it. Like she spells it out every time, s-e-x.ā
Theyāre right. You look very innocent, but all that does is incense him. Rafeās used to easy sluts who spread their legs after one drink or a ride on his motorbike. But you. He can tell youād be harder to crack. But thereās something so fucking hot about how naive you look. How shy and sweet he can tell you are. How ruined he could leave you. Splayed out on his bike, legs quivering, all sweaty limbs and shy pants after heās done having his way with youā
āHow long?ā He repeats, not in the mood to waste time and already getting hard picturing innocent little you with your tiny skirt flipped up and his head buried between those soft thighs, your sweet little confused cries because no oneās ever touched you like that, andā
āA week.ā
āMm?ā
āA week to fuck her. With proof.ā
Rafe stands up and stretches, licking his lips as he watches you retreat to a small bench, getting your little book out and burying your nose in it.
āThatās too easy. What do I get when I do it?ā
āIf you do it, you can decide what you get then. But as I said before, weād need proof.ā Kelce says.
āYeah, proof,ā Topper echoes, a glint in his eye as he looks over at you, āPictures.ā
Rafe shrugs, already kind of bored, āSure.ā Heād taken plenty of pictures of his conquests in the past. Him and his boys had a group chat where they shared that kind of shit. And the idea of taking pictures of you in such a vulnerable position gets him harder than anything. Sweet little college freshman baby fucked dumb by the big bad senior, posing for pictures afterwards all teary-eyed but submissive. They all got submissive for him, even after he was done using them.
You flip a page, completely engrossed in your book and looking every bit the naive baby heās imagining you as. A little lamb who has no idea she was in the presence of a fucking lion. And he bets youāre a virgin. Homeschooled with no friends? Forget virgin, you probably havenāt even had your first kiss yet. And that gets him so fucking horny, right there in the middle of the campus courtyard. The idea that youāre so pure, so untouched. So happy, so unassuming. A little fucking baby.
Heād have fun ruining you.
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The smirk that tugs on the corner of Rafeās lips is intoxicating and magnificently distracting. Case in point: I have completely forgotten that I stillĀ have no idea where the hell weāre going! Or better said, where Rafe is taking me! But one thingās for sure - this ride of ours is slowly coming to an end because the second he swerves right the GPS person gleefully announces that we have finally reached our destination.Ā
āWait here.ā I hear him mutter under his breath before exiting the car just as quickly. Now,Ā I know I should probably do as Iām told, but Iād rather be outside - in the middle of a barely lit street - than stuck alone in his stupid Range Rover.Ā
The ground beneath my feet is soft; devoid of cement and muddy. I quickly realize that the place Rafe has taken me to doesnāt exactly have streets or lights or houses. Only trees; wild, unkempt shrubbery and a single, lonely trailer.Ā
āThought you said youāre gonna be alone.ā A tall-ish, stocky dude with combat boots and a ponytail comes swinging out the door, āOr⦠is this the treat you were telling me about?ā My entire skin flushes red. The more he stares at me, the hotter my face becomes and now Iām really regretting the idea wearing this stupid fucking skirt.Ā
āNo. Dude. Thatās my stepsister.ā I try not to be personally offended by the tone in Rafeās voice when he says this. Same way I try not to be visibly distraught by the sight of his friend licking his lips while giving me a once-over.Ā
āLemme see.ā Heās still looking at me when he says this and my stomach twists. But then Rafe steps forward, hand in pocket and I realize - he wasnāt talking to me.Ā
āEverythingās here. Just like we agreed.āĀ
āFor sure. For sure.ā Dude takes the wad of cash Rafe just handed him; wets the tip of his thumb and starts counting.Ā
āHell yeah Country Club! We good to go!ā The smile on Dudeās lips suddenly turns into a full blown grin, as he slides the wad of cash in the back pocket of his tattered, old jeans. Then, just as quickly hands Rafe a baggy full of white stuff. āNice to meet you-ā He leers at me during the same moment a very gruff, āMaisie.Car.Now.ā leaves Rafeās lips.Ā
āPretty name for a pretty girl.ā The leer turns into an abysmally abhorrent grin. āBet Rafeās having a lot of fun with you, huh Maisie?āĀ
āFor Christās sake, Barry! Leave her alone.āĀ
I blink.Ā
Barry.Ā
This dudeās name is Barry?!Ā
āMaisie!ā Rafe says a little louder now. āCar! Now!āĀ
I donāt wait for him to remind me for the third time; just silently jump back in the passenger seat and pretend like what I just saw and experienced was some weird daydream.Ā
āYour drug dealerās name is Barry?ā I manage to blurt a couple of seconds later. Yāknow, when Iāve finally gotten back to my senses and Rafeās driven us far, far away from whatever that was.Ā
āNow, sis. Donāt be like that.āĀ
āLike what?āĀ
āJust because Barry lives in a trailer doesnāt mean he sells drugs.āĀ
āRafe - I literally just saw him sell you a bag of coke.āĀ
āTsk.ā I hear him say and there it is again: that pesky ghost of a smile. āSānot coke.āĀ
āWhat is it then?ā
Rafeās eyes meet mine, āYouāll see.āĀ
The first party I showed up uninvited to happened around two years ago. It was hosted by this burly guy, Trevor, that Rory and I vaguely knew from Algebra and was promised to be the party of the year. Last yearās party also got the same title and Rory promised to both herself (and God) that this time round, she wouldnāt miss it for the world.Ā
By the time we showed up - only an hour and a half late - someone had already spilled their guts out on what once used to be a rather cute welcome mat. Nobody opened the door for us when we rang, but thatās not the embarrassing part of the story. The embarrassing part was us waiting in front of the apartment for additional thirty more minutes before Alisha Jameson opened the door - to leave - and let us know that, āWe can just waltz right.āĀ
So we did and nobody really cared that their space was all of a sudden invaded by two awkward looking sophomores. Rory made out with Percy Warren while I got blackout drunk on two vodka diet cokes, threw up all over the bathroom floor and could barely remember anything other than the fact Patricia Evans told me my hair looked pretty.Ā
Topperās party is kinda in the same vein, except no oneās puked on his welcome mat. At least not yet.Ā
I follow Rafe inside; my head still buzzing from the conversation we had in the car and I donāt know why, but for some strange reason I keep expecting someone to clock my presence, realize Iām not supposed to be here and kick me out immediately.Ā Ā
No such thing happens of course because the second we run into Topper and Kelce, Rafe hits them with the, āYou remember Maisie.ā And no - Iām sure they donāt remember me. Hell,Ā theyāve never even met me and yet here I am: hugging them back, like weāre some good old friends.
Topper asks if I like my new siblings but I never get the chance to answer because the second I open my mouth Rafe is pushing him against the wall to the beat of Party Rock Anthem.
āYou hooking up with my sister?ā Is the only thing I can catch leaving his tightly clenched teeth.
And then Kelce pulls me to the side.Ā
He wants to get me a drink.Ā
āYou look like you could use it.ā
I want to know what are the things Rafe is threatening his best friendās life with.Ā
āDonāt worry, Iāll return you to him once you pick your poison.ā Kelce smiles like someone is forcing him to be nice to me. āOr, heāll just get you himself.ā He adds and that very same moment, Rafe materializes right next to me.Ā
āYou seen Sarah?ā He asks and Kelce shakes his head. āWanna help me find her?ā Our eyes lock. The way he lets the question leave his lips is so careful, so sweet⦠How can I possibly say no?Ā
āYeah.ā I nod and watch as Rafe pull two beers out of the fridge; expertly holding their necks in the space between his long and sturdy fingers while using his free hand to guide me through the crowd. A splash of something familiar bursts inside my chest. A strange feeling of pride; the kind youād only get from being accidentally spotted chatting with the most popular guy in school.Ā
Rafe presses his palm harder against my lower back and for a moment I let myself forget what we actually are. I let my consciousness flutter; push all rational thinking aside and completely devote myself to the fantasy that is Rafe Cameronās girlfriend.Ā Ā
We step outside and the surprisingly cold breeze serves as a cold awakening. The bottle of beer that MY STEPBROTHER is pressing against the nape of my neck as an even colder one.Ā
āI thought we were going to look for Sarah.ā I say daftly. Rafe pulls out a joint. Stucks it between his lips and finally, shakes his head. āArenāt you worried?āĀ Ā
āI could care less about what my sister does.ā And yetā¦Ā
I furrow my brows, āAre she and Topper hooking up?ā
āTsk - I mean⦠thatās what I thought, but Topās a fucking pussy, so-ā A thick cloud of smoke escapes his lips, leaving his sentence unfinished. I watch him inhale - one, two, three - short puffs before lazily passing the blunt in my direction.Ā
I take it.Ā Ā
āI think he and Robyn might be dating.āĀ
Rafe shakes his head again, āDid Robyn tell you that?ā Our eyes meet and the way heās looking at me right now can only be described with one word: diabolical. I swallow. Then take a large hit. āYouāre so-ā
āWhat?āĀ
He shrugs, a ghost of a smile gently tugging on the corner of his lips, āNaive.ā
āNaive?ā
āYeah. A little. But then again, you also happen to a pervert so-ā I punch his arm and Rafe laughs. āOuch. Violent too.ā I roll my eyes, turning to leave, but then a pair of long calloused fingers wrap themselves around my wrist, āHey, no. Wait. Come here. Stay.ā A part of me knows better than to do what he tells me, but Iām not yet immune to his charm. Nor that lazy grin of his. āHow about this?āĀ
Heās got me standing so close to him, I can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. His hot breath too and maybe itās the weed talking, but at this very moment I swear weāre the only people left on this goddamn burning planet.Ā
Rafeās fingers are still tightly wound around my wrist; thumb gently brushing over the several dozen goosebumps that have suddenly manifested across the entirety of my skin and I know heās not going to. We might be high and stupid, but we also know better and Yes! Every atom in this silly, awkward body of mine is begging, screaming for him to crash his lips against mine-
āYou do something for me and Iāll forget about the whole pervert thing. Okay?āĀ
I canāt stop staring at his mouth, āMākay.āĀ
With his free hand - the one that isnāt drawing tantalizingly slow circles against my burning, needy skin - Rafe reaches over to the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out the same small baggy Barry handed him mere hours ago.Ā
āPills?ā I guffaw, āYou were buying pills?āĀ
āNo. Not just any pills, Sweetheart.ā He grins, selfishly pulling back his touch and using it to expertly fish out a single white tablet. āRohypnol.āĀ
Rohypnol?Ā
āRohypnol?ā I let the word roll down my tongue. āWhy the fuck would you need Rohypnol?āĀ
āOh no. Not me. You.āĀ
I blink, āMe?āĀ
āYeah. I mean, how else are you gonna help me teach my baby sister a lesson?ā
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The reason I donāt talk about the events regarding this past week is because I donāt want to remember the events regarding this past week.Ā
I am embarrassed.
What happened was embarrassing and I know talking about it with a friend (or a therapist!) would make all of this so much easier, but I just canāt bring myself to fucking do it! That being said, Rory and Jason sure do like to remind me every now and then. Especially at night - when I already have a hard time falling asleep!Ā
Rafe is⦠hot.Ā
No.Ā
Thatās not right.Ā
Rafe is my step-brother.Ā
My hot step-brother.Ā
My hotheaded (aha!) stepbrother who has an attitude problem and could most definitely blackmail me at any given time of any given day, but for some strange reason chooses not to.Ā
Which could only mean one thing.Ā
Well - two things.
Number one: he might be doing all of this on purpose. Stalling until my guardās down and heās completely blindsided me. And two: he really does not give a fuck. I hate to admit that the second option pains me more than the first.Ā
āWould you say you know Rafe well?ā I ask Layla the second the rest of the girls are out of earshot.Ā
āWell, I did date him for six months, three weeks and thirteen days.ā She loves saying this. She also loves spontaneous shopping sprees - hence the reason why Iām trying out capri pants at eleven am on a random Thursday.Ā
āRight so, hypothetically⦠letās say he walks in on you while you snoop around his things.ā
āOh - yeah, no. Thatās⦠thatās bad. Weād probably break up very soon after.āĀ
I nod.Ā
Layla hands me a peach colored blouse that she swears would look amazing with my complexion.Ā
āAnd, what if - hypothetically, you two werenāt dating during this scenario?āĀ
She pauses for a second - lips pursed as if this is something she has to think real long and hard about. āThen thereās absolutely no chance of us dating after that. Like, ever.ā
I donāt like the way my stomach flips at that statement.Ā
Just like I donāt like the dress Layla is convinced would make my boobs look three times bigger.Ā Ā
āWould you say that he could use it as something to hold over you? Or even like -Ā I dunno - blackmail you for? Hypothetically, of course.ā
Her eyes meet mine again. I canāt really tell what sheās thinking, āProbably. Yeah.āĀ
Well, fuck.Ā
āWhy are you asking me these things anyways? Did Rafe catch you going through his things?āĀ
I can feel the entirety of my body shut down. The only thing keeping me alive in this very moment is that single chill running down my spine.Ā
Layla is staring at me.Ā
Whatās the fucking point in lying?Ā
āYeah.ā I frown.
āOh Maisie⦠thatās bad. Iāll pray for you.ā Her tone is casual but the look in her eyes is far from it. I can tell sheās trying to shake it off; distract me by throwing a bunch of pretty dresses my way, but my mind refuses to budge.Ā
Obviously, my mood tanks afterwards. Not even a Caesar salad with truffle fries and Diet Coke can fix it. Things progress from bad to worse when everyone gets a text about some kind of an end of summer party. That is, everyone but me.Ā
The pity in Laylaās eyes grows bigger and I hate myself for it, āYou probably didnāt get it because youāre new.ā She says and the rest of the girls nod in agreement.
āDāyou want me to tell Topper?ā Robyn exclaims, her pink phone already in hand, āWeāre like, really close. Iām sure he wonāt mind-āĀ
āNo, no, no. Itās fine. Really! I wouldnāt be able to make it anyways.ā I take an enormous bite from my salad, stuff a couple of fries for good measure while they all stare at me like I just got diagnosed with something terminal. What I just said is not a lie. At least not technically. I can make it. I could make it. Facetiming Rory and Jason has pretty much now become an everyday thing rather than a rare occasion. Iām sure they wonāt mind if I cancel on them!Ā
āYou were gonna cancel on us?ā Jason is really starting to piss me off. Like, astronomically. I try not to let my face show just how frustrated I am with his reply, but itās not that easy. Something has shifted in the past couple of weeks; something I can in no way talk to Rory about because she might start having flashbacks from that time her parents told her they are getting a divorce.Ā
āMaisie, are you busy?ā Jasonās long (and boring) tirade is cut short by Sarahās sudden stumble into my room. Her hair is neatly put up in rollers; her lips glossy and eyelids shimmering. I shake my head and she closes the door behind her. āCan I borrow some of your jewelry? Mine is all⦠boring.āĀ
āUh yeah. Sure.āĀ
āThank you!ā She flashes me a big toothy grin and almost immediately dives towards my desk. My jewelry is haphazardly scattered all over it, along with crumpled up receipts and this morningās unfinished Sudoku.Ā
I canāt stop staring at her.Ā
And neither can Jason - hence the reason why I finally put a stop to our conversation and shut off the laptop.Ā
āYour rings are so cool.ā She stacks a couple of them on each of her fingers; admires them like one would admire an engagement ring before taking them off and finally picking those she likes best. Thereās a strange, almost blooming feeling in my chest. Is this what it feels like to be an older sister?
āI have a really fun top that would go really well with that-ā I tell her (a little too eagerly).Ā
āOh I-ā Sarah shakes her head and I can tell sheās trying really hard not to hurt my feelings when she says, āI already have an outfit. I just needed⦠jewelry. But maybe next time?ā I nod and she thanks me again and am I really the only one not invited to this stupid party?Ā
My conversation with Jason and Rory continues. This time Rory is animatedly telling us about this cute college freshman that keeps showing up during her shift at Starbucks when the door to my bedroom is practically bulldozed by a very scary looking Ward, āMaisie. My office. Now.āĀ
Fuck.Ā
FuckĀ
Fuck
Fuck.
I am so fucking fucked!Ā
Wardās office is massive; almost as big as the dining room we almost never eat in and on the complete opposite end of the house - practically miles away from where my bedroom is. So, when I finally drag myself inside, the conversation has already started; Sarah and Rafe have taken the only available seats and I am left with no other choice but to hover awkwardly in the empty space between their chairs.Ā Ā
āMaisieā¦ā Ward says my name as if he didnāt just order me to come here. āI hear youāre going to a party.ā The tone in which this is phrased is bizarre. Uncomfortable. Like he wants to be friendly, but something from deep within him wonāt allow such a thing to happen.Ā
I scramble for words, āUh⦠no? Not really.āĀ
āHm. Thatās strange. According to Sarah everyone is going to be there.āĀ
āEveryone who is invited.ā Rafe mutters and itās only then when I notice the distance between our bodies. Or better said, the lack thereof.Ā
āIām invited!ā Sarah shouts.Ā
āBullshit. Freshmen never get invites!ā
āOh yeah? Tell that to the host!ā Sarah puffs out her cheeks pompously while I stand there, carefully observing the way Rafeās entire face turns from normal to a very dangerous shade of red. Almost immediately he says something under his breath, but his jaw is clenched so tightly, the words remain stuck somewhere behind his teeth.Ā
āThe host?ā Ward asks.Ā
āTopper.ā Rafe and Sarah reply in unison.Ā
Iām still awkwardly hovering between them until Ward says my name again and suddenly all eyes are on me, but I can only pay attention to a certain pair of icy blue ones.Ā
āWhy arenāt you going?āĀ
āI have⦠plans.ā I lie, even though technically - like I said - this is not a lie. I do have plans. Very important and interesting ones, but Iād rather not elaborate because elaborating might make me sound like a loser. Which, I definitely am not!Ā
āOkay.ā Ward nods. āSarah, you can go.ā Sarah begins a round of deafening squeals that fall silent the second her father adds, āOnly if Maisie does.āĀ
I swallow.Ā
I⦠wasnāt expecting this.Ā
Well, what I was expecting is a lot worse than whatever punishment this may be, but then again, being forced to go to a party is not exactly a punishment. Unless you are like me and really hate all forms of this sort of social interaction and would rather be at home, Facetiming your actual friendsā¦Ā
Sarahās gaze is bothering me. Sheās practically boring holes in the side of my face and I really, really, really donāt want to go, but I also donāt want my brand new step-sister to hate me.
āSure. Why not? I can raincheck.āĀ
Not even half an hour later, Iām not only in one of Sarahās tightest mini skirts, but also in the passenger seat of Rafeās Range Rover. Never in my life have I ever felt so⦠Well, uncomfortable isnāt a decent enough word to describe just how uncomfortable I am feeling and the silent treatment both of my stepsiblings have going in this very moment is making it even worse!Ā
āThatās fine, you can drop me off here.ā Sarah says just as Rafe is about to turn left on a random street (I still have no idea where weāre going). She unbuckles her belt. He hits the brakes - hard- and I can feel Sarahās face make contact with the back of the passenger seat. āWhat the fuck Rafe?! I couldāve broken my nose!ā
āBut you didnāt.āĀ
āYouāre literally such a freak.āĀ
āHold on a moment.ā I donāt think she will. She is far too pissed off to and yet, there Sarah is, holding on. For a moment. Just like her brother told her to. āThought you were going to Topperās party?āĀ
āI am.ā
āThen whyāre we stopping here?ā
āNone of your damn business.ā Sarah sticks her tongue out and practically throws herself out of the car. āSee ya at the party!āĀ
It takes me a couple of minutes to realize that Rafe and I are alone now.Ā And when I do, my entire body tenses up. My palms begin to sweat and my chest tightens and all I can think about is ways to put an end to this awkward silence!Ā
āYou know⦠I donāt really have to go to this party, right? Like⦠you can just drop me off wherever and I will just find my way back home.ā I smile, but itās really a grin. A weird, crooked, toothy grin. Great.Ā
āOh, you are going.ā He says, flicking those icy blues in my direction and I stop breathing for a second. Thereās a smile there, I notice. A faint, barely visible one, lazily tugging in the corner of his pink, wet lipsā¦
I pinch myself.Ā
Bad Maisie. Bad.Ā
āNo, really-āĀ
āYou. Are going.ā And thatās when he looks at me. Long and hard and probably for the first time since we first laid eyes on each other. Just then, something clicks between my ribs. Something strange that makes my heart lose focus and skip a beat or two and I swallow.Ā
The car is no longer moving.Ā
Just how long have we been standing still?Ā
Rafe is looking at his phone and simultaneously pressing the buttons on his carās GPS.Ā
āWhere are we-ā For the second time, he doesnāt let me finish my thought. Just looks at me.Ā
mostly bc i write more than just fanfiction and miss putting myself and my work out there, so if you like my writing - please check it out (even though my only work there will most likely be rafe fanfiction lmao i am WORKING ON IT)
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A/N: Just to be clear, I have not forgotten about ACOL ! As a matter of fact I haven't stopped thinking about it ever since the day I woke up with a full case of writer's block. That being said, I am working through it, but whilst that happens I still want to actually write. Plus - I missed my chaotic fave Rafe. Like a lot.
This brain baby came to me after my TikTok algorithm decided to randomly show me full episode of Life with Derek and the rest.... the rest is history. I really like narrative style from the show hence the reason why this is gonna feel a lot like reading Maisie's diary, because let's be real: she's totally the type to document all her thoughts and refer to it as journaling.
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Before
A plantation.Ā
Mom moved us from a two bedroom apartment in Cobble Hill to a fucking plantation.Ā
The thing is huge. Massive to be exact and whenever Iām left all alone in it I swear I can hear all kinds of muffled sounds and footsteps echoing in the distance. Having to live with ghosts is fine. A welcomed surprise at this stage of my brand new life. What is not fine is Mom being totally obsessed with all of this.Ā
She actually loves the house. And the pool and the big green lawn and the boat named after herā¦Ā
She loves it!
Like, all of it.Ā Ā
The biggest hater in the world is suddenly head over heels about the most boring basic shit. But thatās not the reason why tufts of hair are falling out of my head. The reason why Iām practically bald has something to do with the fact that everyone seems to be totally okay with this. Call me crazy, but wouldnāt you, Aunt Gladys from Minnesota that loves Andrea Godderidge like her own daughter, be at least bit concerned when your so-called favorite niece suddenly posts a bunch of photos on Facebook about eloping with a man she met on Match-dot-fucking-com!?
Ugh.
Look, Iām trying not to be angry about it.Ā
I know it sounds like I am and believe me - a part of me might probably always feel that way- but itās been a while since Iāve seen Mom this happy and when sheās happy, Iām happy, so⦠Iāll bite. Iāll even nod and smile when she eventually tells me sheās decided to go through with Wardās suggestion to stop looking for a job and dedicate all her time to making art.Ā
Just like sheās always wanted to.Ā
In the meantime, Iāll do my best not to lose my mind.Ā
Or drown or whatever way people disintegrate on this godforsaken island.Ā
Every day, I wake up to this nightmare and remind myself that itās just one year.Ā
Nine months to be exact.Ā
Nine months until I get accepted to Berkley, graduate and never again have to step foot in this stupid fucking place or pretend to like my brand new family.Ā
Okay, thatās a lie.Ā
I happen to like Wheezie. And Sarahās not so bad once you get her far, far away from all her snotty, vapid friends. Wardās not too horrible either and Rafe⦠well, the most I know about him is that weāre the same age and that heās on some sailing trip around the coast or whatever. Maybe if I had paid more attention to what Ward was telling me that day, Iād know more about my stepbrother. Too bad I was too busy trying to find ways to survive the island.Ā
I donāt like beaches. Or pools or nature trails⦠gossiping strangers on the other hand, thatās something I can get behind. The less I know about them the better, so, every Saturday for the past five weeks Iāve been packing my essentials (phone, house keys, ten tubes of sunscreen)and joining Sarah and her friends at their usual hangout spot: The Island Club.
At this point, Iāve lost so much of the plot, I canāt tell whatās worse: getting a fresh start weeks before my senior year, hanging out with a bunch of freshmen girls or being a member of a fucking country club.Ā
āAre you Rafe Cameronās new stepsister?āĀ
Scratch that.Ā
This is the worst.Ā
My eyes meet a pair of golden brown ones. The girl standing before me is tall, tan, skinny and almost friendly enough I donāt feel too threatened about having her corner me in the bathroom.Ā
āIām Layla.ā She says, still smiling. āRafe and I used to date sophomore year.āĀ
āNeat.ā Itās the only thing that comes out of my mouth and once I hear myself say it I realize just how rude it may sound so I smile, but that doesnāt go too well either. āIām Maisie.āĀ
āYouāre also a senior right?āĀ
āYeah.āĀ
Suddenly I find myself extremely underdressed and sitting on a very fancy table with Kildare Academy's entire cheer squad. At least I think they might be part of a cheer squad. They sure do have the prep and enthusiasm for it. They also have lots to say about my new stepbrother. Like, for example, how all five of them happened to date him at one point of their (very) short lives.Ā
āLike⦠all of you?ā I can hear the judgement practically ooze from my mouth and wince internally. With the corner of my eye I catch my reflection in one of the windows and yikes. Mom always said I have a very expressive face; one of the many reasons I have a hard time keeping friends, but none of these girls seem to notice.Ā
Theyāre far too busy reminiscing which one of them kissed Rafe first (Tana); rode shotgun in his brand new Dodge (Robyn); drunkenly asked him to be her first at Topper(?) Thorntonās sweet sixteen (Iris); blew him - ew - in the middle of a fucking golf course (Ava); actually dated him (Layla -Ā six months, three weeks and thirteen days, āAnd letās not forget, I broke up with him! Not the other way around!ā).
āWow - you are literally hanging out with the worst people in the world.ā Itās what Jason tells me later that day when he, Rory and I are in the middle of our weekly Facetime call.Ā
āI wasnāt hanging out with them! They were hanging out with each other and I just happened to be there!ā I skip the part where I talk in great detail about all the ways I actually enjoyed myself. Or the relief that washed over me once I realized Iāve just made new friends. Age appropriate friends that actually like me!Ā
āJust like they all happen to have history with your brother!ā
āStepbrother.ā I grumble.Ā
āShow us photos. I wanna see what he looks like.ā Rory grins. The twinkle in her eye is⦠concerning. āActually, wait - no. Show us the whole family!āĀ My mind almost immediately races back to all of the photos Wardās got hanging around the house. The smiling faces, almost matching clothes and the boy whose grin wains as he gets older. Heās pretty in that generic all American kind of way: blue eyes, dirty blonde hair⦠truly nothing to write home about and yet, I always catch myself staring at his face a little bit longer than I do with the others.
Rory and I exchange knowing looks when Jason stays quiet for a second longer than he usually would. We both saw the way he was ogling at that photo of Sarah and her dog Milo, but when I start making fun of him for it, all heās got to say is, āNo way - Sugar also has a new stepbrother?ā
āOh my god he is such a boomer I love him!ā Rory says and all three of us spend an eternity stalking Wardās cringey Facebook. I never understood old peopleās obsession with posting every single photo they have on their phone. Or their extensive use of pointless hashtags, but for Ward? It kinda makes sense.
āMais - I thought you said you have a stepbrother.ā Jason squeaks. His shit eating grin is both enraging and familiar. I roll my eyes and continue scrolling down, down, down.Ā
This man likes to POST.
Like, a lot.Ā And then, just as weāre about to give up and look up his Instagram profile, yāknow like normal galaxy brained people - there he is.
āWell⦠at least now we know who the favorite is.āĀ
I canāt help, but feel bad for him.Ā
A person I barely know.Ā
A person Iāve only heard semi-horrible things about.Ā A person that is so douchey⦠so offputting⦠so⦠infuriatingly⦠blindingly⦠hot.
Now itās my turn to be suspiciously quiet.Ā
He wasnāt supposed to be this goodlooking! He was supposed to be a generic, bumbling manwhore who dated an entire friend group before sailing away to the Bahamas with his bros or whatever! Iām so confused and consumed by my stupid fucking thoughts, I completely miss out on the entire roasting session Rory and Jason have just done on him. Especially the part where Rory has dared me to go into his room and snoop through his things.Ā
My face in the thumbnail is beat red. Redder than the worn out tee I wear to sleep and because Iāve missed out on my chance to protest, I get up and head towards the only room in the house I havenāt been in yet.Ā
The doorknob clicks open and almost immediately Iām struck by the smell of stale weed and woody cologne. Thereās dirty clothes everywhere: on the bed, on the floor, on the chair and I struggle; the room is too dark and cluttered and Iām scared of misplacing things or worse: breaking them. Rory tells me to go through his drawers and like the good little curious soldier that I am, I do.Ā
Thereās all kinds of homemade bongs and lighters and⦠socks. Heaps and heaps of mismatched dirty socks whose fate I really rather not think about. Especially not after accidentally touching one of them.Ā
Roryās cackling ripples across the entire room and there it is again - that sound. That bonechilling echo of feet walking somewhere in the distance. Itās Jasonās turn to speak now, but judging from the snarl thatās slowly tugging on the corner of his lips I can already predict the bullshit heās about to spew.Ā
The laughter grows louder: Iāve just been dared to take a peak inside one of those socks.Ā
āWait, let me find a good one.ā I humor them as sardonically as possible, but my eyes are actively on the hunt. Rory suggests I pick the one with the goofiest print and thatās how I find myself with my hands and knees on the ground, crawling under the bed like a total idiot. āGive me a second though. Itās so fucking dark in here⦠I can barely see-ā
The lights come on and I can feel my soul slowly slip away from my body. Thereās a faint throbbing in the back of my head, exactly around the place where I hit it when trying to come out from under the bed and-
āHow bout now?āĀ
My phone slips straight through my fingers. Much like Rory and Jason and all thatās left is the person standing before me.Ā
MAISIE GODDERIDGE | Born and raised New Yorker; literally on the edge of seventeen; Scorpio; teen mom (to a border collie named Sugar); lover of plants, ironic graphic tees and sudoku;
RAFE CAMERON | Figure 8's menace; can't wait to turn eighteen so he can finally tell his dad to suck it; lover of boats, brown liquor and Friday night with the boys; practically a pro when it comes to golf;
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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Aside from the obvious stepcest.... there will be smut (derogatory)
A/N: Yeah... we listen and we don't judge or better said we read and we don't judge... Featuring curtain bangs Rafe and baby Olivia Cooke as female protagonist Maisie. The story will be told in two parts Before and After. A potential SMAU (depending on how productive I'm feeling).
SUMMARY: Told in two parts.
Before
Maisieās senior year was supposed to be unforgettable and in a way, it is. Just not the way she imagined. It all fell apart one random Tuesday in May - the day her mom decided to elope with some guy sheād been casually dating for, like, five minutes. By Wednesday, Maisieās entire life was packed into boxes. Goodbye, hometown. Goodbye, friends. Hello, tiny island town she canāt stand, a family she never asked for, and worst of all... him.
Rafe.
Her new stepbrother.
Brash. Arrogant. Infuriating.
And ā just her luck ā ridiculously, unfairly hot.