โเญง Rafe Cameron hates seeing you cry. โ
He literally can not stand it, when you cry, he feels like his whole world is collapsingโtaking him with it in a wave of sharks and everything else that can kill.
So when you came home that day, wasted as fuck, tears streaming down your eyes as you kicked your heels off, rambling about how much you hated him.
Rafe broke a promise he promised he'd keep forever.
He stayed with you all night, made you tea, removed your makeup and held you until you fell asleepโlike the loving boyfriend he was.
And then he left, closing the door as quietly as he could, doing everything in his power for you to stay asleep.
So that you wouldnโt have to know what was about to happen.
It was better if you didn't.
Jj was easy to find, hanging out at the chateau as usual, drinking beer with John B and PopeโKiara and Rafeโs sister were probably lurking somewhere nearby.
"Hey asshole" Rafe shouted, walking towards the boys with quick, emotion filled steps.
Jj immediately found his gaze, the insane gaze only Rafe Cameron could have, and he immediately regretted what he had done earlier that night.
He kept his hands infront of him as he slowly walked backwards, his heart racing fast and hard against his chest. "Woah, woah.. calm down yeah?"
Rafe clenched his jaw, wondering how someone could be as ignorant as Jj.
Pure pogue shit if you'd ask him.
He was trash on the inside and out.
"Don't fucking touch her again" he begun, "do you fucking hear me?! Do you understand?!"
Jj nodded, "I swear.. I, I didnโt mean to hurt her" his lower lip trembled as he spoke.
Rafes nostrils flared as he walked closer, "oh really?! Cause she told me otherwise" he was about to hit at every moment now, make Jj wake up in a ditch somewhere with bruises all over his body.
Pope and John B stood beside him like statues, both equally drunk and confused. "Yeah well.. you know, eh.. she was drunk, like really drunk. We both know she's got problems" he chuckled, as if the sentence didn't hold any weight.
He'd regret saying that soon, he really would have some problems.
You were aware that you drank too much, but everyone on figure eight did. It wasn't just a you problem.
You weren't the alcoholic.
Rafe took a deep breath before his fist hit Jj's face, hard and sharp as a knife.
"What the fuck" Jj groaned, carefully touching his nose that now was bleeding thanks to Rafe.
"Don't ever speak about her again, donโt ever touch her again, you got that?!" Rafe snapped his fingers infront of Jj who still was on the ground.
John B and Pope still hadn't spoken a word or moved an inch, they probably weren't going to until after Rafe left, when they'd talk shit about him until Sarah would tell them to stop.
That was it, the rivalry between kooks and pogues, it had always existed and would never just, disappear.
And somehow you got caught right in the middle.
Not really belonging to either sides.
But atleast Rafe always kept his promises.
That was your belief atleast, and he'd regret hitting Jj forever. He'd stay up every night replaying the memory of your first kiss over and over again, when you made him promise to never hurt any of your ex boyfriends.
However, he broke the promise, and he didn't have the heart to tell you. He never would.
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Side note: this is so trashy and rushed but I wanted to post smth..
