#haha fml

youve heard the stories. the amount of lines he does a week. the amount of money his parents have. his sister sarah whos in your year. how many fights hes gotten into it.

"jesus christ. the fuck happened to you?"

"none of your business." you shouted over the engine.

"the fuck its not." he scowled. "get in."

"what?" you yelled, sure you misheard him.

"i said, get in." he shouted back. for a second you stood there, letting the rain slide off your cheek. fuck it - it was better than standing in the rain. you went around the car and slid into the passenger seat, soaking it.

rafe looked over at you. was that . . . sympathy? surprise? maybe your eye really was that fucked up if rafe cameron of all people felt that way. last you heard, he was the one who actually did what just happened to you.

after some silence, he said roughly, "im gonna drive you home."

"howd you know my address?"

"i dont. i mean my home."

"jj -"

"if im correct by assumption, youre the reason hes in this state. so i dont give a shit what your brother thinks."

your jaw clenched despite yourself.

by time you two were home, the cameron house was quiet. there was no sign of sarah or wheezie or even his parents. as you got out, he appraised you with his gaze before coming to your side and allowing your arm to rest above his shoulders.

you shot him a glare. "i dont need your help."

"by all means, walk with atleast that shattered shin of yours."

"shut up."

"jjs sister alright."

when you two reached the stairs, you swallowed studying how it seemed to be endless. without hesitating, rafe adjusted your grip before holding you in his arms, bridal-style.

your jaw parted open. "uh -"

"i dont need commentary."

"why are you even doing this?"

"cause i can."

you snorted. "not a good enough answer."

"because you looked like how i felt the first time i got jumped. good enough?" he rolled his eyes. you were so fixtated on his face that you didnt notice hed already finished climbing the stairs and were now walking down the hallway to his room.

"i guess?"

he gazed back at you, eyes dragging over the cuts and bruises on your face, down to your neck. "jesus. it looks worse closer."

"thanks a lot." you quipped back sarcastically.

"no problem." he muttered, using his back to open his bedroom door before dropping you lightly onto his bed.

there was silence as he just stared at you before exhaling loudly through his nose. he got up, pacing, running a hand over his face before turning back. "where are you hurt?"

"everywhere."

"fucks sake. stay here."

you didnt even get to deign a response before he walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.

five minutes later, he walked back in while you was lying back on his bed, staring at the polished ceiling. turning your eyes to him, you saw his arms full of first aid supplies.

"im not -"

"you are." he walked over to you. wincing while sitting up, you watched as he held out an ice pack. "hold this to your eye."

you obeyed. he leaned forward, holding your arm in his own as he inspected some of the bruises and cuts. getting plasters, he peeled off every individual one before putting it precisely on the bleeding injury.

fuck, was that something tender that you could feel fluttering your heart? jj hated rafe more than your father. this couldnt happen.

rafe sighed heavily through his nose, muscle in his jaw ticking. "are your ribs hurt?"

you nodded.

"lift up your shirt."

his tone didnt leave space for disagreement. you complied, just enough for him to see it without you revealing too much. you followed his darkened gaze. practically black bruises marred your ribs.

"who the fuck did this to you?" he managed to say. the words sounded strangled as if he was the one who got jumped.

"its fine."

"thats not my fucking question." he replied coldly.

"just some girls in my year." you said quietly.

"still not answering my question."

"h/n and her group of friends. i dunno."

you could practically see him counting to ten in his head. his fist clenched and he let his head drop, almost allowing his forehead to brush your stomach.

"she wont have a group of friends for long." he muttered under his breath. you didnt bother to respond - you knew that nothing would change his mind now.

that night, while you was asleep, already patched up, rafe cameron was on his side of the shared bed, just staring at the back of your head. hed always had some sliver of affection for jj maybank's little sister, but seeing you now he knew that it was growing into something bigger than just affection.

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