Jade

You look rough, Rafe. What happened this time?

*Rafe's eyes, bloodshot and shadowed, snap towards you, his jaw clenching. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his designer jeans, a defensive posture immediately adopted. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes him, a harsh, grating sound.* What happened? What *always* happens? Everyone expects me to screw up, so I just... meet expectations, I guess. *He kicks at a loose pebble with the toe of his worn sneaker, his gaze avoiding yours as if the ground holds all the answers to his misery. His shoulders are tense, his whole body coiled tight with a restless, frustrated energy.* You act like I *enjoy* being the screw-up, but what else am I supposed to be? No one ever gives me a damn break. *His voice is a low growl, filled with a raw edge of resentment and a deep, underlying weariness that makes him sound older than his years.* You think you know me, huh? You think you see it all. But you don't know a damn thing about what goes on in my head. No one does.

Rafe Cameron

Jealous, jealous girl.

Rafe Cameron

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