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[jacklesluvr]

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first post and first p link but uhhh is this not LITERALLY rafe cameron like the hands, rings- the dude sounds like him too but hey workspace au/ boss au rafe teaching you a lesson <333 (idk how to make links looks cute)

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[novascharms]

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

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two

tuesday, january 14th

you nibbled on your pen as you stood in front of your oversized 2024-2025 calendar, scrutinizing the packed schedule staring back at you. it was a mountain of tasks, every inch of space crammed with commitments and deadlines. for now, you were miraculously on track, but all that would go out the window the moment rafe cameron made his long-anticipated appearance at your front door.

you tossed the pen onto your bed and scolded yourself silently for clinging to that tiny, stubborn habit. pen chewers don’t get into dream schools, you reminded yourself.

the hum of a car speeding past your window sent your heart into overdrive. you forced yourself to breathe, to relax. this was no big deal. just a straightforward arrangement where both of you got something out of the deal. rafe cameron was just a boy. a boy who smelled heavenly and objectively happened to be the conventially attractive kind.

you glanced around your bedroom—the same one you’d had since you were eleven. soft blue walls adorned with delicate flower details framed the space, bookshelves stuffed with novels you’d read at least three times over, and textbooks for classes you didn’t even take yet because preparation was everything. your closet concealed rows of neatly folded clothes, and the pièce de résistance: your desk. a long, well-equipped workspace lined with pens, sticky tabs, notebooks, calculators, and every imaginable tool a student could need. the tools for your greatness.

you'd set it up for him. moved away some of your "mess" and placed a calculator, notebook and pencil knowing he probably wouldn't even bring one. you didn't have an extra chair which worked in your favor. he and his downright divine smell could stay all the way over there whilst you watched him from your bed.

your phone chimed, and the message flashed across your open laptop screen—two simple words that sent a strange, fluttering sensation through your chest:

you turned to the mirror, giving yourself a once-over. a white tank top showing just a sliver of midriff, paired with a cozy yellow cardigan, jeans, and fluffy slippers.

adjusting your high ponytail, you hurried downstairs and opened the door. there he was, standing on your porch, looking unfairly good for a lazy sunday. no surprise, the only thing he held was his algebra book—no pencil, no supplies. predictably unprepared.

“hey.”

there was something unnervingly open about his eyes. when he looked at you, it was like he was peeling back layers, welcoming you into some uncharted depth of himself. most people avoided eye contact, but not rafe. his gaze was arresting, almost disarming, and it made you feel vulnerable, as if he could see straight through you.

"hey, come in." you turned on your heel and let him into the foyer. you went to stand by the stairs as he took off his coat and when he followed you, you stopped him, pointed to his feet and said, "shoes off." outside dirt was not something your mom found entertaining in the slightest.

"oh, right—yeah," he halted with a nod and turned to kick off his sneakers. you got a good look at his back. he was wearing loose cargo jeans with this white tee that irritatingly did wonders for his arms. they did not look this big last week in principal oakley's office. and his back? the way it flexed was something out of this world. you'd never seen a more attractive back.

you willed yourself to turn around, to avoid being caught staring. "okay, c'mon." you bounded up the stairs two at a time, hearing him follow close behind. "i don't..have to say hello to your parents?" he asked and you hate that your mind immediately went: green flag!

"normally, yes. but no one is home right now." you go all the way up to the attic which was the only room up there. a room you had to fight tooth and nail for but would gladly leave for your sister when you left for university next year.

you closed the door behind him, "work?" he asked and you hummed, "my mom is at work, my dad gets off work at 3:45 and takes my brother and sister to their extracurriculars so we have plenty of time for you to master the first chapter of algebra." you patted toward your desk and tapped on the chair insinuating he sits on it.

he made a face that said he was already tired before you'd even started and you laughed and grabbed his algebra book. "okay, did you read the first chapter?" you asked half-expecting him to say no but he nodded as he slumped into your chair.

you leaned against your desk and did a quick read through of what the first chapter entailed. it had been very long since you'd opened this book in the beginning. "tell me what it's about."

"it's about numbers." he said flatly

you gave him a look and narrowed your eyes. "what kind of numbers?" you asked and he parted his lips like he was going to say something but then stopped to think briefly. "unknown numbers?" he said almost like a question and the answer shuldn't have made you as happy as it did but you quiped, "yes!" happily.

"so, what about these unknown numbers? what are we doing with them?" you dug a little deeper and you could see the cogs turning in his head. "they're unknown so..we need to figure them out?" he says which wasn't wrong, just not exactly what you were looking for. "how?"

"using variables."

"yes, that's right. we need to figure out unknown numbers using variables."

"and i read some shit about expressions and equations?" you find it adorable how he hasn't sounded not confused since the moment he sat down. "mhm, do you know what expressions and equations are?" you ask.

he stares at you for a moment, " expressions are… parts of math that don’t have an equals sign, and equations do…" he hesitates, staring at you for confirmation and you nod gesturing for him to continue. "uh, variables are the letters in those… like x or y, and you have to figure out what they stand for by, you know, solving." he says and you nod. he had a basic grasp of the foundation. that was something.

"yes, perfect. the first chapter covers the basics of algebra—like what variables are and how they work in expressions and equations. it explains how to combine like terms, use the properties of equality to keep equations balanced, and solve for an unknown variable, usually 𝑥. basically, it’s the foundation for everything else, so if you don’t get this, the rest of algebra’s going to feel like trying to read a book in another language."

he blinked at you. "fucking hell..that was english?" he asks and you chuckle and start writing an equation on the notebook you'd prepared for him. "i will walk you through an exercise. once you've done enough of them, you start to see patterns and realise they're mostly, if not all kinda the same thing over and over. math is the most logical course there is."

you covered the intro of variable expressions and basic operations with algebraic expressions and it went okay, rafe was starting to get the hang of the easier exercises but it wasn't smooth sailling either.

you gave him a bit of a challenging one to complete but you had a feeling he could do it if he just concentrated. he was clearly trying, but his attention wandered. he doodles a soccer ball in the margin of his notebook until you snap your fingers in front of him. “eyes on the prize, cameron. the prize being you not failing.”

“so… this balancing thing,” he says, frowning at the equation. “it’s like… i’m balancing practice, school, and you bossing me around, right?”

“sure,” you says dryly. “except the equation has better odds of working out.”

he laughs at that and you will yourself to not let the sound replay in your mind a dozen times. you fail.

by the end of the lesson he managed to make 6 equations all by himself with no mistakes. it wasn't easy, he had a lot of work but after the lesson you just had, you really believed in his ability to succeed.

"thanks for today." he said as he pulls on his jacket and you shake your head, "no worries."

you turn to the front door and open it before turning back to rafe and your breath hitches when you're face to face with him. the proximity sent a jolt through you. you blink up at him, seemingly frozen in place for a solid three seconds before you clear your throat and move away from the door. "good work today. you're better than i thought." you say as he starts to walk out and he turns, walking to his car backwards. "that's when you're right by my side. once i'm alone? everything hits the fan." he says.

you shake your head, holding on to the door. "you did really good. just make the exercises i gave you and if you get stuck, write down your questions and we can go over it on sunday."

"alright, thanks teach!" he says before he's getting in his car and driving off.

you stood in the doorway for a moment, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air, before realising you never sat down on your bed. you stayed right by his side the whole time.

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[f4ll-for-you]

First Flight Home | Rafe Cameron

Just a short fluffy Rafe drabble, enjoy!

“And Rafe, what advice would you give to someone who wanted to date you?” The interviewer asked, smiling.

“Uh, I’m not sure, a good coffee often wins my heart” Rafe winked at the camera before the camera switches.

You watched your boyfriend on tv and giggled, knowing he used to stop by the campus coffee shop where you worked every day before you began dating.

Rafe had only been at the event for an hour and he already missed you in his arms, wishing he could bring you to these kind of things.

Although he loved the privacy you two had in your relationship, keeping it away from the media. He also wanted to show you off at every event and make sure everyone knew you were his girl.

You were college sweethearts, you studied humanities and he studied football. You never thought the book worm would end up with the jock but here you were, watching your all star soccer player boyfriend on tv for the thousandth time.

It didn’t take long before you’d fallen asleep, the only thing you cared about was seeing Rafes interview, getting a glimpse of his perfect face that you hadn’t seen in weeks.

He’d been away for PR for the team, building hype for the new season ahead. You missed him terribly but knew he’d be back for a month of just you and him before he was once again darting across the country.

Usually your job was quite flexible you and could usually work from anywhere with a quiet workspace space and wifi, but on this occasion you had a big annual meeting for your company and had to be there.

Rafe quietly opened the door to your NYC apartment, knowing you’d be asleep by now, probably on the sofa covered in blankets.

He smiled from ear to ear when he noticed you, only the top of your head poking out from your position under your favourite knitted blanket.

Rafe dropped his things by the door and quietly walked over to your sleeping form, kneeling beside you. “Surprise baby, I’m back” he whispered softly.

You stirred for a moment, you were sure you heard Rafes voice and in confusion opened your eyes.

��RAFE?!” You exclaimed, still half asleep, but sitting up immediately at the sight of your perfect boyfriend.

“It’s me baby” he grinned as you immediately threw your arms around him.

“What? How? You were-?” You pointed at the tv, trying to get an explanation.

“I left straight after and got the first flight home, couldn’t wait another day to see my girl.”

You peppered his face with kisses before he pulled your head away, taking in your beauty. You were real, and there, right in front of him.

Within moments you were kissing passionately, tongues fighting for dominance.

“Are you too tired for me to show you how much I missed you?” Rafe smirked.

“Never” you breathed, already desperate to feel him inside you once more.

[tinyluvs]

rafe showing up to where ever you work to bug the absolute shit out of u

i love writing rafe like this omg he has my heart 🫶🏻

out of the corner of your eye you watch, in slow motion, a basket of tennis balls topple over, sending them bouncing all over your workspace behind the reception desk of the country club.

"fuck off," you mumble under your breath, forcing yourself out of your spinny chair. as you bend down to pick them up you hear the doors slide open, "i'll be with you in just a minute!" you chirp

a low whistle, that's all too familiar to you, follows, "take your time, the view i have is perfect" rafe hums. rolling your eyes, you realise he probably has a straight view up your tennis skirt

you stand up, arms full of neon green balls and smile at your boyfriend, “hi baby,” you dump the balls back into the basket and lean over the desk for a kiss

rafe kisses you quickly, lots of small, separate kisses that leave you both smiling against each others lips. leaning on the counter you stare up at your boyfriend, “what’re you doing here?” you ask

he shrugs, “got bored, wanted to see you, see what you do” he admits with a sheepish grin. nodding, you step back from the counter, sitting back down in your chair before rolling towards the computer

“okay, mr cameron, what can i help you with today?” you giggle, “we have a golf course, tennis courts, steam rooms, a spa?” you list off just a few of the options the country club has to offer

rafe moves around the desk, into your work space, “actually, just hanging out here is fine” he stands behind your chair, solid muscle bumping the back of your head as he does.

you tilt your head back to look up at him, “you’ll get me told off for being back here, rafe” you scold but there’s no heat behind it. his eyes follow the mouse around the computer screen as you turn to check who’s booked in, for what courses, for the rest of the day

scanning over familiar names you temporarily forget rafe is behind you, until he starts bouncing a tennis ball up the wall. you startle at the thump and turn in your chair, “rafe,” you hiss, reaching out to grab the ball before he can catch it

he raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes never leaving yours as he reaches into the basket to get another, promptly throwing it up the wall, “they can’t tell you off, i basically own this place” he smirks

“no, your family do, not you” you shoot back, grabbing the second ball from him. you snatch the basket off of the side and hide it under your desk, down by your feet, “behave”

you turn back to the desk as the doors slide open again, “hello, we have court seven booked” you nod and start to type, checking the timetable again

rafe takes your moment of distraction as his chance, he dips off into the office behind the reception almost immediately. he scoffs to himself at the opportunities in front of him.

he throws himself into the spinny chair, turning a few times for good measure before wheeling himself across the room to a table full of hats, swimming caps and goggles. in an instant he’s pulling open packets, snapping a cap onto his head, goggles neatly going over them as he snickers to himself

“having fun?” you ask, doing your absolute best to stifle a laugh. leaning in the doorway you watch as rafe turns to you slowly, “you look ridiculous”

offended, he gasps and snatches the cap off of his head, wincing when it snags on his hair. he wheels his way over you, only stopping when you’re stood between his legs, your hands find his shoulders

“are you kicking me out?” he asks seriously, blue eyes staring up at you. his hair hangs in his view so you gently push it back, scratching his head gently as you go

you pretend to think, watching a frown form across his face, “no you can stay for a while, i guess” you sigh dramatically, though you know he can see the small smile on your face.

giggling you walk backwards to your desk “plus, topper and kelce are booked in for golf soon, they can babysit you for a while”

“but i don’t want to play golf” rafe groans and wheels himself to the other end of the desk to where you are in your chair. his ring clangs off of the counter as he grips it, pushing off of it to spin himself around

shrugging, you lean down, grabbing a tennis ball from the hidden basket. he builds speed too fast, just a blur of your boyfriend in front of you. before you can stop yourself, you’re throwing the ball at him

mixing his speed with the way you lob the item at him, it hits his shoulder, pinging off across the reception, bouncing off of tables and chairs from the cafe, “oh fuck” you laugh, slapping your hand over your face

rafe slows to a stop, attempts to stand but fails, falling back down into the chair with a moan, “i feel sick” he grimaces

“buckle up, buttercup, i just spotted topper’s car pulling in”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

[sunnyie-eve]

10 | Not Forgiving

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, smut, light angst

MASTERLIST

It took a few weeks for JJ to finally apologized to Callie for ignoring just her and not the others after Kie gave him hell. They talked it out and she told him she forgive him since he meant a lot to her. Also since it was just her and her Aunt Tess, Callie got a job at the country club picking up golf balls.

At the moment she was putting balls into her basket and some asshole Kooks walked by pushing it over making all the golf balls go everywhere, "Keep it together." Callie sighs bending over to pick up the basket.

A low whistle makes Callie stand up straight turning around to see Rafe. They haven't seen each other since that night they hooked up, "Can I help you? I'm a little busy at the moment. As you can see." She motions to all the balls.

"No."

"Okay, then." She squats down since she was in a tennis skirt and he most likely just saw up it when she bent over. "What do you want Rafe? Why are you here?" She huffs seeing he still hasn't walked away.

"I'm a member here so..." He squats down helping her.

"I don't need your help. This is my job and I need it so stop before someone sees." She picks them up faster.

"I'm sure you just want me gone so you don't remember we slept together." They both stand up at the same time.

"I have other work to get to." She walks off with her full basket and he follows her inside to the reception desk.

"Okay, I'm here because Will says you're ignoring him." Rafe leans on the counter as she sits down at the desk.

"I am. I don't exactly like my father so..." She logs onto the computer.

Rafe moves around the desk, into her workspace, "I don't blame you but he wanted me to give you this." He hands her an envelope leaning down at her side.

"You'll get me told off for being back here, Rafe." She takes the envelope from him.

"They won't tell you off. Plus I'm a Cameron..."

"Yeah, and your father was wanted and you did have a warrant for your arrest." She turns around in her chair to face him.

Rafe rolls his eyes walking back around to the front, "Better? Happy?"

"Yes but no... It would be better if you left now because you did what you were asked to do." She smiles as others walk up for their booked golf session.

-

The next day she didn't have to work so JJ was surfing while Callie sat on the beach watching since she wasn't in the mood to do so. As she lays back on her beach towel she suddenly feels water droplets falling down on her. Opening her eyes she sees JJ standing over her, "You're getting me wet."

"Oh, I am?" JJ smirks, "I'm just standing here." He thinks dirty.

"You know exactly what I meant, Maybank. Get your head out of the gutter." Callie sits up as he takes a seat next to her on the other towel.

She didn't care about him being wet anymore so she moves in front of him to lean back into his chest. JJ's arms wrap around her tightly, like he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go. He felt terrible for ignoring her after everything.

"I wish we had gotten the gold. You and me. We were gonna ship off somewhere nice. Somewhere our parents/ guardians can't reach us. We'd surf waves every day and smoke only the finest marijuana. Our own little slice of paradise. Far from OBX. We'd have our own house and everything." Callie smiles at his old thoughts. "I would've bought you a pretty diamond ring. And we could've got married on the beach in the summertime by the water. Barefoot, but I would still wear a tux if you want me to, as long as you wear white. We'll only invite the Pogues..."

Callie leans up from his chest to look back at him shocked, "Diamond ring? Married?"

"I don't plan on ever leaving you once I'm off of that friend zone circle becoming your boyfriend." He tells her in a serious tone meaning it.

She stares at him before leaning in giving him a sweet kiss, "Tell me about our could've been wedding." She leans back into him causing him to smile.

"We wouldn't have had a priest because Pope would've gotten ordained and performed the service. A full Pogue ceremony, nobody else. Not even parents. Well, maybe just Tess can be the only adult."

"That sounded very pleasing." She plays with his hands.

"I'm sorry again for distancing myself from just you. I shouldn't have since you are my second best friend. I should have gone through the process with you."

"Again, it's okay. I wasn't mad at you, Kie was." Callie giggles.

"Have you talked to your dad?" JJ changes the topic.

"No, it's kinda hard because of the past."

"I don't blame you." He squeezes her, "I'm ready to go home."

-

The next day Callie decided to have lunch with her father because he asked her to. They were at where JJ worked so he was serving them. "Can I get a refill?" Will waves for JJ to come over so he does.

"What made you want to go back to the Kook way?" Callie asks since in the past he got tired of it.

Will just looks at his daughter then at JJ who was just standing there, "You can go now." He tells him so JJ chuckles walking away.

"Why are you being rude to JJ? You used to like him the most out of him and John B." Callie tilts her head.

"He didn't need to listen to our conversation." Will sighs and Callie starts to hear people talking about how they're happy John B is dead.

Callie looks over at JJ, who was trying to hold it in. He looks at her shaking his head as they share a look.

"Shut up. Shut up, Top!" JJ snaps so everyone looks over at him.

"JJ, just walk away. It's not the time." Topper tells him.

"I don't think we were talking to you, Pogue." Kelce tells him as well.

"Can I have everybody's attention, please? I have a little announcement to make! My best friend, John B, did not kill Sheriff Peterkin! Rafe Cameron killed and shot the sheriff in cold blood! That's what happened. Is that so hard for you to believe Kelce?" JJ turns to him.

"It is actually hard for me to believe because it's always the Kook's fault. It's never the Pogue's fault." Kelce stands up so JJ pours water on him causing them to try to fight.

"JJ!" Callie gets up to go help.

"Callie, sit back down." Will groans.

JJ takes his apron off since he knew he was fired, "Come on, JJ." Callie grabs his hand.

"Callie!" Will shouts her name so they look over at him.

JJ flips him off as the two leave together. As they get to his bike people give JJ shit so he drives onto the flowers messing them up with his tires making Callie laugh before they drive off.

They end up going to John B's place as soon as they got off his bike JJ pulled Callie into his chest kissing her. "What was that for?" She giggles.

"Because I wanted to." He smiles leaning down to kiss her again.

"I'm sorry how Will treated you." She rests her chin on his chest.

"I don't care. It's just weird seeing him not act like a Pogue."

"He was born a Kook so I'm not surprised." Callie leans up to kiss him.

JJ leans down to kiss her passionately then things slowly got even more heated when she slipped her tongue past his lips. He tightened his grip around her and let his hands slide down.

Everything happened so fast, neither of them couldn't even recall walking into the Chateau. Before Callie knew it, JJ was throwing her on the bed hovering over her, attacking her neck with his soft lips.

Callie glided her hands through his hair and whimpered softly as he sucked gently on her neck. She couldn't help but involuntarily buck her hips up into his and he let out a low growl against her skin.

"JJ." Callie pleaded and he pulled up to look at her.

"What?"

Callie wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to reattach their lips. Callie tugged up at his shirt and he laughed at her eagerness. As he pulled the material over his head, Callie lifted up ridding herself of her own shirt. JJ's hand goes down Callie's stomach stopping briefly when he got to the hem of her shorts. He was hesitant to snap the button and slowly pulled her zipper down but he does it. Callie lifted up to help him pull her shorts down her legs. He sponged kisses down her stomach and her breathing hitched in her throat when she felt his fingers dance over her panties. He looked up at her smirking at the way her breathing intensified with every little touch.

"Take your sweet time JJ." Callie glares at him.

JJ made his way back up her body, turning his attention to the sweet spot on her neck while his fingers hooked the seam of her panties and started to pull them down her legs. Then he worked to free himself from the confines of his shorts.

"You sure about this?" He asks her wanting to make sure.

"I want this, JJ. I want you." Callie looks him in the eyes so he leans over her, grabbing a condom and tore the package open with his teeth.

As he positioned himself at her entrance. He brought his face down to kiss her gently as he pushed himself in all the way making her moan at the feeling. Callie had her fingernails scratching at his back driving him crazy. Callie's hand slid up to grasp his hair when he started rubbing her clit as he continued fucking her.

"Don't stop." He started thrusting even faster at Callie's breathless answer and added more pressure to her aching bud. She could feel the tightness in her stomach and it wasn't even a minute later before she hit her high.

"Oh shit." JJ groaned as his lips met Callie's again and he filled the condom. By the time his movements came to a complete stop, he rolls off to lie next to her.

After a while, JJ takes Callie home and they see a new car at her house, "Tess has a guest?" JJ looks at her.

"She never invites people over." Callie gets off his bike.

"Well let's go see who it is, shall we." JJ takes her hand and they head inside.

"Callie?" Tess calls out from the kitchen.

"And JJ!" He shouts out.

"Come here." Tess says so they walk into the room and Callie stops dead in her tracks seeing who was with her.

"Mom." Callie stares at her.

"Hi, sweetie." Her mother smiles.

Callie stares at her before turning around and walking out of the house causing JJ to follow behind her. She was beyond pissed that she was randomly back just like how her father was randomly back too.

"Callie, where are you going?" JJ rushes after her.

"I don't know! But not here. I can't see her, right now." Callie starts to tear up so he pulls her into a hug. "She left me and now she's back?" She cries into his chest.

"I know, I know. Maybe talk to her about it." He rubs her back as she shakes her head not wanting to do that. "I'll be right there with you."

"You can't leave my side."

"I promise. Let's go back inside." He cups her face so she nods her head and they head back inside.

"I believe I have a lot to explain." Scarlett says as they take a seat on the couch.

"JJ, could you give us three a moment?" Tess asks him.

"No, he stays right here with me. He's not leaving my side." Callie holds his hand tightly.

"Your mother is moving back in." Tess tells her.

"I know it may not seem like the greatest news because I left you,"

Callie cuts in, "You didn't just leave me, you abandoned me here alone. I had no one but JJ and John B until the law showed up to check in on me to find me alone. I then had no choice but to move in with Aunt Tess and Joey which was hell because of him. Four years of abuse I had to go through because you up and left me. You wanted to get away from the memory of the traumatic experience yet you're back now? In the house, it happened in. And I'm sure your sister told you dad is living on figure eight now."

"I'm sorry and I know you will never forgive me for doing that to you but I came back just for you. Tess is worried about you so she reached out to me." Scarlett tells her daughter.

"You're worried about me?" Callie looks at her aunt.

"Yes, school is starting and I don't want you getting in trouble. During the summer it was fine but school is completely different." Tess tried to explain to her.

"You have literally nothing to worry about. Our treasure hunt is over, John B and Sarah are dead... What trouble am I going to get into?"

"Your mother wants back into your life." Tess gives her a look.

"It's not going to be easy." Callie gets up going to her room and JJ follows telling Scarlett it was nice to see her again.

"Well." JJ shuts Callie's door behind him.

"I'm not forgiving her."

[lyricalimerence]

10 Things I Hate About You • 001

masterlist • 001, 002, 003... coming soon

Chapter One — The Rule

summary: jj & rafe talk w/ the dean, regular expositional stuffs

word count: 1618

warnings: a singular swear word, sexual innuendos & use of euphemisms for terms used in writing smut, allusions to underage drug use.

a/n: i hope this chapter isn't boring 😔 but yALL IM BEYOND EXCITED TO START THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA KDJD

The Kildare County High School of the Outer Banks in North Carolina is a tale of two cities. The Kooks and the Pogues each have their metaphorically crowned Princes and Princesses, and separate castes in their social hierarchies walking the halls. As one Kook Princess, Kacey Brooks, violently rips a poster advertising the Spring Fling dance off the bulletin board, the Pogue Prince, JJ Maybank, and the Kook Prince, Rafe Cameron, are just about to run into each other in the doorway of the Dean’s office.

The Dean is a thin woman with a raspy voice. She’s snappy, vulgar, and in the midst of writing plotless, and pointless, smut into a novel.

JJ is sat on the opposite side of the Dean's desk, starting at the HP emblem etched into the back of her computer, the clacking of the keyboard keys echoed through the office. He knew why he landed himself there, he just wished she would let him go already. She wanted him gone, he wanted him gone, cut out the middleman and let him leave. The Dean wanted to write out graphic ( and disturbing ) sex scenes, and JJ wanted to get to the quad where he could watch Gracie Brooks from afar in between second and third period.

The Dean carefully closed her laptop, her thin, almost witchy fingers treating her creative medium with more respect than she's ever shown the students of Kildare County. Tapping her thick, pink framed glasses up the tanned bridge of her crooked nose, her eyes settled on JJ. He leant backwards in his chair, tipping precariously on its back legs. He looked the same as he always did when he came face to face with the Dean; a heather grey Coors t-shirt with the sleeves cut off draped over his shoulders—the emblem on the center of his shirt was problematic in itself—, navy blue cargo shorts hung relatively low from his hips, but not enough that he was showing anymore than anyone wanted to see, and his black combat boots left black treds on the tile flooring from the rubber soles. Tousled blond tendrils of hair were more or less disheveled than usual as they curled around his forehead, shading his cerulean eyes that were watching the Dean expectantly.

“Alright, Maybank. You’ve been absent the past week.” She picked up the file that was placed next to her closed laptop, a single piece of printer paper sticking out of the manila folder. her eyes scanned the corner of the paper, just soaking in the most surface level information as to why JJ Maybank was sitting in her office—again.

He nodded slightly, just barely dipping his chin in acknowledgement. “Yes, Ma’am. Do you wanna know—” JJ knew their conversation wouldn't last much longer. The Dean wanted him in and out. She had to mark that the student was in her office as part of her job description, but she didn't actually have to offer them advice or discipline.

“That’s enough. I’m sure this will happen again, just don’t be so obvious next time.” The Dean, who JJ knew by first name ( they were that well acquainted ), stood out of her chair to shoo the blond out of her small workspace she grew to call… her imaginative corner. The needy, shit-for-brains teenagers that were in and out of the place all day were ruining the “aura.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Ma’am.” JJ replied as he turned on his boot-clad heel through the doorway, only to come face-to-face with Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince in all his Ralph Lauren polo glory. It wasn’t that JJ was short—he wasn’t at six feet tall—, but Rafe had two inches of height up on him. Even in a metaphorical sense, Rafe seemingly always had the upper hand. Whether it was from a financial, familial, or even school performance standpoint.

So, with a pointed glare ( that was returned by Rafe ), JJ stepped through the doorway, eager to rid himself of the Cameron boy's presence before he threw a punch for no reason besides intuition.

The Dean looked up as JJ walked away, leaving Rafe to turn in towards the interior of the office, a smirk that was bound to stick on his face like a silly childhood white lie, pulling at the corner of his lips. “Rafe Cameron,” her scratchy voice drawled as she dropped her clipboard about a foot onto her desk, letting the clattering sound echo. Rafe didn’t bother with the formalities of sitting down, he, like JJ, knew he would be in and out before he could say the words, “Outer Banks.”

“I see we’re making these visits a weekly ritual.”

“Only so I can see you, Ma’am.” His smirk widened into a sarcastic grin. Despite being so, outlandishly different, Rafe and JJ were uncannily the same. Even in ways they wouldn’t be caught dead with another person knowing about. “Should I play our collection of Frank Ocean songs?”

“Very clever, Rage.” She exaggerated her calling him Rage, his name was so close to the word and the word described almost his entire personality. The Dean relished in the irony. She picked up another manila folder, flipping through the papers inside she looked back towards the boy with disdain. “Says here you snorted coke in the cafeteria?”

Rafe sighed, what it said was absolutely the truth, but he couldn’t get by without putting at least a little effort in. “I was joking, I was pretending to do a bump when it was just salt.”

“Salt?” The Dean walked towards Rafe ready to push him out of her office, although the snorting of coke started turning gears in her crude brain. “That had to burn going down didn’t it? Next time, do it in the bathroom. Now, adios!”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Rafe left the Dean’s office, where she was opening up her laptop once more, muttering to herself, “Snorting coke...high sex? Bump, sounds modern.”

. . .

In the heart of the quad, as the wind picked up, blowing the remnants of an oceanic breeze across the grounds of the high school, JJ fell into step with his best friend—John B. Neither had materials needed for class. John B had a piece of paper stuffed into the back pocket of his shorts, and JJ was going off maybe having a pen or pencil in the amalgam of beer bottle caps and the paper with which he handrolls his joints jingling in one of the various pockets in his cargo shorts. Groups of people stand in their own, small congregations. There are the basic beauts—the Kook girls and guys that have nothing going for them besides their looks. Their parents make good money, enough to stay on Figure Eight, the rich side of the island, but not enough for them to be extraordinary in any feat. There are the surfers; they are Cut’s pride and joy. They adorn their lockers with stickers and listen to reggae music in the halls. One of the only groups in school that intermingled between social classes, that is to say the only group that blurred the line between Kook and Pogue, are the stoners. Lots of smoking weed, but sometimes someone can rope in something stronger. Normally, it was cocaine, considering the expansive market for the drug in the Outer Banks.

John B and JJ found another one of their close friends, Pope. The three Pogues were in their own little world, talking amongst themselves about possible storms heading in that would create surges perfect to surf when Gracie Brooks and her best friend, Arianna Chavez passed them. JJ’s attention was immediately caught. He was like a fish and whenever he talked to Gracie, saw Gracie, hell, whenever he interacted with her in any way, he would take the bait on the fishing rod. She was like a magnet, albeit, she didn’t quite return his feelings.

Gracie is one of Figure Eight’s finest. Her mother split a few years ago, and neither Gracie, nor her older sister Kacey Brooks, have told anyone why. Steve Brooks—Kacey and Gracie’s father—is an obstetrician, and one of the very few on the island. That in itself racks in quite the salary for the two Kook princesses to spend.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, as the two girls passed him.

Gracie continued to preach the differences between “like” and “love” via the analogy of her high-top Converse to her Doc Martens. Arianna nodded her head in agreement. While there was just something about Gracie, whether it be her cookie-cutter looking exterior in short dresses or her allusions to a deeper meaning behind her relationships with her shoes, there was also something about Arianna. Before she became best friends with Gracie, she was more outgoing, more talkative, more eloquent with her words, but Gracie’s influence changed that, and if the universe was any indication, it seldom sure that Arianna would revert back to her pre-Gracie self after her influence is gone.

“Dude, you know the rule.” John B said, tugging on JJ’s shoulder as the blond sixteen-year-old almost followed Gracie, like he couldn't help but just be pulled into her wake. It was true, JJ did know the rule. It was widely known that the Brooks sisters Do Not Date. In Kacey’s freshman year, the rule was widely condemned by the male population until halfway through the year something snapped. She was no longer just another Kook Princess with preppy sundresses and vintage Reeboks. Now, all the fuss was on Gracie. Every guy was vying for her attention. She simply relished in the attention, and all JJ could do was pine quietly until graduation. Or, he could meddle. There was always that.

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