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r0und3bitch · 3 years ago

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HELLO NEW SERIES BESTIE! I was so fucking curious as to what you would do and I have to say I love the slightly angsty visions I am getting so far! 😈

AND CAN I JUST SAY THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT YOU NAMED HER!!!! For some reason naming her seems so appropriate for your story, hard to explain but I felt it when reading. When Rafe called her Jen. 🥺��My heart totally melted.

There is clearly some kind of weird tension going on with Jenna and Topper, not exactly sure what’s going on there. Rafe sort of jokingly introduced himself to her which leads me to believe they aren’t close? Wondering what their relationship (if anything) looked like before the current timeline. Right off the bat Rafe gives me the douchey vibes ever yet I have literally never wanted to jump his bones more good god why am I like this!!!

“So,” Rafe speaks as he approaches Jenna, who is standing at the bar, “You’re really gonna stick with the ‘bratty, I’m too good for you’ attitude?”

“Excuse me?” she snaps her head over, raising both of her eyebrows and daring him to say that again.

He laughs, as if what he said was funny, “Finally. Some emotion. I was starting to worry you really felt nothing for me.”

^^WOOOOO BABY! THE BANTER BETWEEN THESE TWO!!! WOW, I am so used to simp Ambivalence Rafe (which I LOVE, TO DIE FOR BESTIE) but holy fuck the kind of arrogant, thinks he can do no wrong, quick with the quips Rafe Cameron CAN GET ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

“I wouldn’t go with you if my life depended on it,” she says, keeping the smile on her face.

“Ouch,” he teases, licking his lips as he stares at her.“Don’t talk to me again,” she warns, patting the center of his chest with her hand.

^QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yo she is a SAVAGE!!!!!!!!

Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Jenna and Kelce very interesting, surprised to see where that goes. She seems to dig him a bit.

The fact that there are no pictures of Rafe at Tanneyhill. 😢My heart hurtssssssssssssssssssss. Ward is going HARD on his son but like....I honesly kind of get it? I don’t agree with him being harsh but he is kind of being a drunk fratboy immature asshole?! To a certain degree?!

“Holy shit,” his eyes widen, “Please tell you’re part of that naked maid service.”

^^^ LMAO WHO IS THIS VERSION OF RAFE! Minutes following his dad screaming at him and this is his response to seeing Jenna RANDOMLY STANDING IN HIS HOUSE

“You think I’m just a frat boy asshole?”

The question takes Jenna by surprise, so much so that she instinctively takes a step back from him. Briefly, she thinks about the groceries in her trunk and wonders if Rafe would’ve asked Josh this question if he had been sent instead of her

Jenna stares at him, parting her lips but staying silent for another moment before she speaks, “Yes. I do.”

For a split second, she thinks she’s offended him so bad that he’ll walk out of the room and never bother to look her way again. She thinks maybe, finally, she’ll be rid of him for good. Instead, he grins. So wide, you’d think Jenna just told him the funniest joke he’d ever heard.

“I’m sure you do,” he replies, looking over to a hallway Jenna can’t see down and finding Rose on her way back, “It would bug me more if you weren’t such a stuck-up brat.”

Okay....I don’t even know how to explain this but I want to fuck the hell out of this version of Rafe. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵HE IS JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF ASSHOLE/SASS/MYSTERY. I am hooked. Girl.

Jenna looks back up to Rose, prepared with a smile and a nod, yet finds Rafe standing a good distance back from the door, watching her leave. Still shirtless, still with the same troublesome grin plastered on his face.

Brat, he mouths.

^LIKE OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Perfect start to the new series bestie. This is great and I can’t wait for more my girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

burnout: part one - rafe cameron

a/n: if you hate this i literally will not be offended at all but before i invest any more time in writing this i need to know if people actually like it or not so pls leave me a comment and let me know! so much love xoxo

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, really bad attempts at flirting

wc: 3.5k

my writing

The pretentious, boring chatter of the adults at the largest table in the Island Club just about had Jenna feeling like the afternoon would never end. The only other young girls at the table had been seated on the other end - Sarah Cameron and her best friend, Scarlett, which left Jenna to fend for herself among sea of white wine and french manicures.

"Jen, where's Josh?"

Jenna's eyes shoot up from her lap to her mother, who is holding up her glass of wine as if it's her prized possession.

"I think I saw him go off with Topper and his friends," Jenna's father speaks up, "Will you go get him, please?"

He directs his question to Jenna, who lets out a sigh and actively tries not to roll her eyes. She looks down to her lap, adjusting her dress before she stands up from her chair, balancing her weight in her wedges as she does so.

"Be right back," she mumbles to her parents, although she knows they're not listening.

She walks away from the table, away from the Midsummers talk and debate over whether the oysters this year will actually be edible. Jenna adjusts the strap on her dress as she rounds the deck, spotting her brother surrounded by older guys, all of whom Jenna is sure are not good influences.

Josh throws a football across the deck, turning and laughing at something one of the guys said while simultaneously paying attention for the ball that will come flying back over to him.

"Josh," Jenna says, keeping distance from her brother and his friends, "Mom and Dad want you to come back to the table."

The football is returned to Josh, which he catches easily, then groans, "Five minutes, Jen."

"No, now," she says, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Yo, listen to your sister, dude," Kelce calls, holding his hands out for Josh to throw, "Hey, Jenna."

She gives him a smile, "Hi, Kelce."

Out of the three older boys Josh hangs out with, Kelce has always been Jenna's favorite. He's polite, he always holds doors open for her, and he's always just been overall respectful. She knows he's the voice of reason in the group, which she'd glad for, for Josh's sake.

"Hey, Jenna," she hears. She rolls her eyes, not even having to look over to know who the speaker is.

Rafe is the epitome of a teenage boy raised on Figure Eight; he seems to think the world just revolves around him. Jenna's always done her best to avoid him, which can be hard to do on an island, and especially at the Club.

Jenna looks over at him, raising her eyebrow at him and staying silent, as if to ask why he's speaking to her. He smirks, scratching the back of his neck and flexing the muscles he thinks he has while he does so.

"Josh," she repeats, "Come on."

"Fine," Josh grumbles, tossing the football back to Kelce.

"Come on, Jenna. You remember me, don't you? Rafe Cameron. I'm at every one of these-"

"I know who you are," Jenna waves him off.

"So, hang out with us."

"No."

"Jesus, Rafe, just let her get her kid brother out of her, all right?"

Jenna's head snaps over to the speaker, finding Topper Thorton pressing some blonde girl up against the bar and leaning in close. He shifts his head over and glares at her, a look which Jenna returns. She narrows her eyes at him and then rolls them, then turns back to her brother. When she opens her mouth to speak, Josh holds up his hand.

"I'm coming," he grunts, bumping her shoulder as he passes her. Jenna closes her eyes and sighs, then turns to follow him.

"I'll come back to the table, too, if you ask nicely," Rafe calls out.

Jenna practically gags as she walks away, not bothering to respond or turn around to let him know she heard him. She hears the boys break into laughter just as she rounds the corner, disappearing from their view completely.

Jenna rushes down the stairs at the sound of pounding on her front door, adrenaline pumping as she debates opening it. Being home alone, she's not sure who the hell is banging on the door. Ultimately, she does, when she glances through the peephole and sees Rafe.

"What are you - oh, my G-" she stops when she sees his condition.

"Jen, you gotta help me," Rafe pleads, bloody hand clenching at his side. He wipes it on his shirt, which doesn't help, as it is covered in blood as well.

"What happened?" she breathes, staring at him, "What did you do, Rafe?"

"Let me in," he demands.

"Rafe-"

"I can't fucking stand out here covered in blood, let me in the house!" he raises his voice, stepping toward her.

Jenna winces and moves to the side, watching Rafe dive into the house and urge her to shut the door the second he's in.

"Are you alone?" he questions, eyes darting all around the foyer.

"Yes."

"Thank God," he mutters.

"Rafe," she says, keeping her voice as calm as she can even though she's trying not to freak out, "What did you do? Whose blood is that?"

"You- you don't understand," he starts, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, "You can't tell anyone, Jenna."

She parts her lips and stares at him, not totally sure she can make that promise judging by his condition. Her eyes rake over his figure, seeing the swipes of blood on his shorts from where he'd been wiping his hands, the spots on his shirt, and the way he can't stay still for longer than five seconds.

"Promise me," he continues.

"Rafe-"

"Fucking promise me you aren't gonna tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

An entire minute of silence falls between them before Jenna speaks again, "I promise."

"So," Rafe speaks as he approaches Jenna, who is standing at the bar, "You're really gonna stick with the 'bratty, I'm too good for you' attitude?"

"Excuse me?" she snaps her head over, raising both of her eyebrows and daring him to say that again.

He laughs, as if what he said was funny, "Finally. Some emotion. I was starting to worry you really felt nothing for me."

"Keep worrying," Jenna mutters, silently urging the bartender to hurry up.

"Please tell me you're wearing that to Midsummers," Rafe grins, eyeing her up and down as he leans on the bar.

"What?" Jenna glares at him.

He licks his lips as he gives her a once-over, trailing his eyes all the way down to her shoes before he moves back up again.

"Actually," he says after a minute, "Don't. Wouldn't be fair."

"As usual, Rafe, I have no idea what you're talking about," Jenna replies, running a frustrated hand through her hair.

"It wouldn't be fair," he repeats, "To the other girls. None of them would even come close to measuring up to you."

She doesn't say a word, just rolls her eyes. The bartender hands her the club soda she had ordered, and she turns to walk away when Rafe speaks again.

"You got a date?"

She stops, glancing over her shoulder, "To Midsummers?"

"Yes, Jenna," he sighs, exasperated.

"I'm going with my family."

Rafe smirks, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he tries to hide it.

"Go with me."

Jenna turns around completely, so over his bullshit that she decides to have a little fun with denying him. She sets her drink down on the bar and steps dangerously close to him, watching his breath hitch as she does this. He can smell her perfume, and when he flickers his eyes down, he has a perfect view of her breasts, given his height. Faintly, she can smell the alcohol on his breath as he gapes at her.

Jenna's hand travels up, fixing the collar of his polo and smiling tightly.

"I wouldn't go with you if my life depended on it," she says, keeping the smile on her face.

"Ouch," he teases, licking his lips as he stares at her.

"Don't talk to me again," she warns, patting the center of his chest with her hand.

She turns, picking up her drink and waltzing away from him without a second thought. Rafe exhales the breath he hadn't known he was holding, then turns to order a drink.

Jenna tries to get the stupid smirk Rafe sports out of her brain, but she is still fighting annoyance when she returns to her seat at the table. She glances over, finding Josh playing a football game on his phone under the table.

"Why are you friends with those guys?" she whispers to him, nodding in the direction of Rafe and Topper when he looks up.

"They're cool," he shrugs.

"It has nothing to do with the fact that they're older than you?" you question.

"No," Josh grumbles.

"They don't seem cool," Jenna continues, "They seem like idiots."

"You always see the best in people, Jen," Josh remarks sarcastically.

Jenna rolls her eyes, sipping on her club soda and watching as Topper returns to the table, plopping himself down in a seat between his parents. He looks at Jenna from the other end, raising his eyebrows and holding her gaze until she looks away.

Although Saturday lunches at the Club usually last hours and hours, this week is cut short when Rafe Cameron stumbles onto the deck and knocks over a high-top table and one of the chairs, glass shattering everywhere.

Jenna sits up quickly, frightened at the noise. She scoffs when she sees Rafe lying on the ground, drunken daze searching the deck as if to figure out what just happened. Sarah, his sister, audibly laughs from the other end of the table.

"Here we go again," Jenna's mother remarks, sending a look to her husband.

"Ward will handle him," her father whispers in response.

Jenna watches as Ward Cameron rises from the table, nods to his wife and his two daughters, then smiles apologetically around the table. He stalks over to his son, who is still attempting to stand up despite the glass, and lifts him by the collar of his shirt. He mutters something in Rafe's ear, then shoves him forward, toward the exit.

Jenna shifts around in her seat once more, eyes fixing upon her club soda again. She glances over to Josh, who saw the whole thing and seems to look a little disappointed in Rafe.

"Yeah," Jenna mutters, only loud enough for Josh to hear, "He's really cool."

The next morning, Jenna is handed a list and asked to go to the supermarket for her mother, who's suffering from one of her migraines and has not come out of her room all day. She just rolls her eyes, annoyed that she has to go while Josh plays his Xbox in his room.

As she's leaving the grocery store, cart full of packed plastic bags, she hears a familiar voice call out behind her.

"Jenna!" and then, "Whoa! Slow down a second."

She turns around, seeing Kelce hurrying over to her. She waits, smiling at him as he nears her.

"Hey," he says, returning her smile.

"Hey, Kelce," she greets, "What's up?"

"Not much. How are you?" he asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Well, I'm grocery shopping for a family of four, so," she gestures to the cart full of groceries.

"Oh, shit. Let me help you with that," he says politely, reaching for the cart.

"Oh, it's okay," you try to say, but he quickly shakes his head.

"It's no problem. It's the Range Rover, right?" he points to the car, watching Jenna nod.

She fumbles with her purse to try and find her keys, then opens up her trunk. She quietly prays that her trunk is clean and there's nothing weird or embarrassing inside, letting out a relieved exhale when she sees that it's empty.

"So," Kelce starts, picking up a few bags and loading them into the trunk, "My mom's starting to get crazy with the Midsummers prep. I've had my suit tailored five times. She finds a flaw every single time I bring it home."

You laugh, "My mom's the same. It's so bad, she's in bed with a migraine right now."

"Crazy," Kelce shakes his head, "I don't get why this thing is so important for them."

"Right? It's the time for every Figure Eight family to gather together and show off how perfect their family is. And I don't know about you, but Josh and I are definitely far from perfect."

Kelce grins, "Well, I'd sure say that about Josh. You, I'm not so sure I could agree."

You smile at him, tints of pink appearing on your cheeks. He loads the last two bags in the car, then reaches up and presses the button to shut the trunk.

"Thank you, Kelce," you say.

"Of course. Get home safe, all right?"

You nod, "I will. I'll get the cart."

Kelce shakes his head, "Nah. I'm headed in anyway, I'll just use it."

"Okay," you smile, "Thanks again."

"I'll see you, Jenna."

With one last smile exchanged, Jenna climbs into the driver's seat and turns the car on. Through the rear view mirror, she watches Kelce walk back toward the entrance of the grocery store. Her jaw drops halfway when he pushes her cart back with the others, then walks into the store empty handed. She smiles and shakes her head, unable to believe what a gentleman he is.

Jenna's phone dings as she's waiting to pull out of the parking lot. A text from her mother, asking if she will stop by the Cameron home and pick up realty paperwork from Rose. She closes her eyes and throws her head back on the seat, imagining the thousand things she would rather do than that. However, knowing how bad her mother's headaches were, she types back a quick agreement and changes directions.

When she arrives at Tannyhill a few minutes later, Jenna glances hesitantly at the groceries in the back before she climbs out of the car. When she rings the bell, she thinks back to yesterday, when Rafe had made such a scene at the Club that the Camerons had left. She prays he won't be the one to answer the door.

"Jenna!" Rose exclaims when she pulls open the front door, "Come in."

"Hey, Mrs. Cameron," Jenna smiles, stepping inside the foyer.

"I didn't think you'd be here so quick. I just about have everything ready, will you just give me a few minutes?"

Jenna nods, offering Rose another smile. She's always been Jenna's favorite, aside from Sarah, who both make her feel comfortable when she's around them.

"Of course, take your time."

"Thanks, hun. Wheezie made cookies, they're in the kitchen. Help yourself."

Rose excuses herself with one last smile, gently patting Jenna's arm as she passes to get back to her office. Jenna glances around the foyer, observing the decor and the various photos hanging on the walls. She notices the vast amount of pictures containing Rose and Ward, as well as the number of photos of Sarah. Wheezie is littered in the sea of pictures as well, but there are hardly any of Rafe. In fact, if the few pictures of the five of them were not there, nobody would know Rafe is even in the family.

As she's looking around, she hears a door in the back of the house shut. When she hears Ward's booming voice only a room away, she freezes.

"How nice of you to join the land of the living, son."

Jenna swallows, knowing exactly who Ward is speaking to and praying, by some miracle, that the floor will open up and swallow her whole so she won't have to see him.

"How selfish of me to sleep in on a Sunday, Dad."

"You really think sarcasm is your best defense right now, Rafe?"

"Seemed like it at the time."

Jenna closes her eyes when she hears Ward's hand collide roughly with the countertop, practically echoing through the entire first floor.

"Do you know how much your little stunt at the Club cost me? Not to mention how you made me look like a damn fool-"

"Oh, my God, I had a few drinks and then tripped, what's the big fucking deal?"

"The big fucking deal?" Ward seethes, "I'll tell you the big fucking deal, Rafe. Every single one of our family friends saw you drunk off your ass and behave like a complete idiot. I have had enough of this frat boy asshole act that you have going on. Get yourself together, or you can go live out on the Cut. Understand me?"

"Yes, sir," Rafe mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Another door slams about thirty seconds later, and Jenna feels her shoulders relax when she realizes the fight is over. She hears footsteps, and assuming it's Rose, she glances up from the wall of photographs to the doorway into the foyer.

She feels everything inside her freeze when Rafe walks through the doorway, shirtless and sporting gym shorts that hang a little too low, low enough that his boxers show.

"Holy shit," his eyes widen, "Please tell you're part of that naked maid service."

Jenna rolls her eyes, "Shut up, Rafe."

He smirks, "Why are you in my house?"

"I'm just picking something up for my mom," she tells him, trying to gauge his feelings on what had just happened.

Rafe nods, seemingly unaffected by his fight with his dad. He shifts his glass from his left to right hand, taking a long drink before looking at her again.

"Hungover?" she blurts, pointing at his messy hair as if it backs up her inquiry.

"Nah," he chuckles lowly.

She just nods, glancing toward hallway in hopes Rose would come save her from this conversation.

Rafe clears his throat and then takes another sip of his drink, almost looking amused with how uncomfortable Jenna seems.

"I take it you heard," he mumbles, then gestures through the doorway, where he had just been screamed at by his father.

"Oh, I heard," Jenna replies easily, watching the smirk reappear on his face.

"And?"

Jenna furrows her eyebrows together, staring and waiting on him to clarify. Instead, he shifts in his stance and then reaches up to scratch the back of his head.

"And, what?" she questions.

"You think I'm just a frat boy asshole?"

The question takes Jenna by surprise, so much so that she instinctively takes a step back from him. Briefly, she thinks about the groceries in her trunk and wonders if Rafe would've asked Josh this question if he had been sent instead of her.

Jenna stares at him, parting her lips but staying silent for another moment before she speaks, "Yes. I do."

For a split second, she thinks she's offended him so bad that he'll walk out of the room and never bother to look her way again. She thinks maybe, finally, she'll be rid of him for good. Instead, he grins. So wide, you'd think Jenna just told him the funniest joke he'd ever heard.

"I'm sure you do," he replies, looking over to a hallway Jenna can't see down and finding Rose on her way back, "It would bug me more if you weren't such a stuck-up brat."

Jenna crosses her arms over her chest, her favorite defensive move, and prepares to speak again when Rose comes around the corner. Rafe ducks back through the doorway he'd come from before Rose can see him.

"Sorry, Jenna," Rose says as she approaches her.

"No problem," Jenna plasters a fake smile on her face, holding out her hands and accepting the files from her.

"Please, make sure your mom gets everything, but especially the one on top. And, let her know I hope she feels better."

With a wide, genuine smile, Rose leads Jenna back to the front door and opens it up, letting the cool air rush inside.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Cameron," Jenna smiles politely.

"Thank you, hun. Drive carefully."

Brat, he mouths.

Jenna clenches her jaw, then waves to Rose and turns her back on the Cameron house. When she gets back into her Range Rover, shoving the files from Rose in the backseat and staring for far too long at the groceries Kelce had loaded into her trunk, she lets out a loud groan.

She's not sure when her life became a never ending saga of dodging Rafe Cameron, but apparently, she isn't very good at it.

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