「 ✦ APOLOGIZE, NOW ✦ 」

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𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 landed on a familiar head of dirty blonde hair. MJ watched with curiosity as Rafe Cameron leaned forward and snorted a line of coke. Maybe it was the large amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins or possibly the small portion of her that found the boy attractive.

Rafe's head tilted back as he started to slip into a high. His jawline was tight and defined as his eyes rolled back in euphoria. A few people handed Rafe money, and he started counting before throwing his arms back over the couch.

MJ decided this was a good time to make her appearance known. After all, the crazy drug dealer had instructed that both work together to move a large amount of coke at this party. After the pouges arrived back from their little adventure, MJ went to Berry for more substances but was roped into this deal.

A girl with very evidently bleached blond hair looked at MJ as she approached the table. Her sneer became more noticeable as Rafe looked up at MJ who was standing across the table from him.

"I've never seen you around?" She asked in a snarky tone, "Are you lost?"

"No," MJ responded. It was the adrenaline coursing through her veins after the look Rafe gave her. His bright eyes grew dark as he took in her appearance. He found himself licking his lips as the girl's normal shorts and tank top had been changed for a black short dress.

The girl let out a giggle that was quickly cut short as MJ bodily stepped over her and sat down on Rafe's lap, bending forward to cut herself a line of coke. Her head tilted back as the substance entered her bloodstream before falling back on Rafe's chest.

"Pay up," Mackenzie said narrowing her eyes at the girl, "You don't think you'd really get over two grand of coke for free because you're mediocre?"

The girl's mouth fell agape as she looked at Rafe who help who ignored her and focused his attention on drawing patterns on MJ's sides as the coke was setting in. He would never admit it out loud, but the Maybank girl had always been severally attractive. His whole friend group has talked about how dirty of a pouge she really could be.

The girl narrowed her eyes at slammed down a stack of cash on the table, her eyes trailing down to look at the 'pouge 4 life' beaded anklet on MJ, "Playing dress up are we now?"

"Leave her alone, or you can leave," Rafe said sternly, he was growing quite irritated by the fake blonde. At each party she always throws herself at him, and sure sex is sex, but she was beyond clinging and exactly what MJ had said, mediocre.

"What the fuck!" The girl yelled, "You're such an asshole."

MJ slid off Rafe's lap and grabbed the money, slipping it into her bra line before turning around to look at Rafe, "I'll be back."

She made her way upstairs, empty cup in hand, in need of something else to drink. Once in the kitchen, MJ ditched her cup and went for the whole bottle of Jack Daniels.

"A woman with good taste," A voice seductively cooed from behind her. She turned around to see a taller boy, clearly older than her, with messy dark hair leaning against the fridge and looking at her. "I'm Lucas."

"MJ," She responded as she took a sip of her drink.

The boy, Lucas, stepped forward and brushed a blonde curly strand of hair behind her ear, "Do want to come somewhere quiet with me?"

MJ narrowed her eyes at him, "No."

"Fair enough, I wouldn't mind just talking to a pretty girl like you." Lucas grinned, "So, are you from around here?"

"Something like that," MJ responded.

The two of them continued talking for a short period before he moved even closer, walking between her legs and leaning down to kiss her. MJ tried to push him off her but lacked the strength to do so. Lucas's hand started to trail down hovering above her exposed leg but didn't make any contact before he was pulled backwards.

"Do we have a fucking problem here, Lucas?" Rafe asked practically spitting out his name. He was fuming, veins evident in his arms and neck as he slammed the boy against the wall. "Apologize to her."

Lucas's hands went up in defence, "I'm sorry man I didn't know."

"Apologize, now." Rafe sneered.

"I'm sorry MJ," Lucas said, trembling. Rafe let go of him and swung at him, his fist colliding with his nose in a large crunch. "Fuck! I think you broke my nose!"

Rafe turned around and his gaze softened slightly for a second as it landed on MJ before hardening again, "Let's go Rosemary."

MJ followed him in a scurry as he practically charged through the crowd and outside. He picked up his helmet, tossing it towards the girl with a blank expression on his face. "I'll handle the rest of the drop. Let's go."

She nodded slowly, tears brimming her eyes as emotions started to become overwhelming. Without thinking, MJ walked closer to Rafe and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He hesitated for a second, before sliding his arms around her in a tight hug.

"Thank you," MJ whispered before pulling away from the hug.

As she looked up at Rafe with her bright blue eyes filled with tears, he noticed just how vulnerable she was. For a couple of seconds, he decided that dropping his act would be okay.

Rafe stepped forward and gently brushed away a tear on her face with his thumb, he didn't react but made a note as the girl flinched. "Of course."