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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥
❝ c...cocaine? ❞

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Kyla roamed the crowded house where the party was happening. She had gotten ready with the girls, so she was wearing a light pink crop top with bleached jean shorts with an orange bathing suit underneath just in case she wanted to go in the pool. But, it probably wouldn't be a smart idea to swim in a pool with drunk teenagers.

Now, however, she had split up from the group and was now by herself. Sarah had gone with Topper, and Kyla had no idea on where Tara went. The blonde was so unpredictable that it almost stressed Kyla out. She always wanted to be there for her friends and put them first rather than herself. It was a good trait to have, but also a bad one at the same time.

"Yo, Rafe has some yayo," she heard some random guy tell one of his friends. "Spread the word."

"Yayo?" Kyla asked, walking over to them before they could walk away. "What's yayo?" she asked.

The two guys glanced at each other before they laughed out loud. Kyla arched a brow, not knowing what was so funny. "Wait, you're not joking?" one of them asked and she nodded. He cleared his throat and said, "It's cocaine..."

"C...Cocaine?" she repeated slowly in shock and they both nodded. She let out a surprised laugh. "And do you know where this...cocaine is?" she asked, wanting to find Rafe.

"Downstairs..."

Without even saying thank you, Kyla made her way downstairs so that she could find Rafe and put a stop to whatever he was doing with cocaine. What was he doing with cocaine? Kyla didn't know he had, or used, cocaine at all.

"Rafe!" she called out once she spotted him with Topper and Tara, who both seemed to be buzzed. Oh no...

"Hey!" Rafe said, opening his arms out wide since he thought Kyla was coming over to give him a hug. But, when she stopped right in front him with her arms crossed, he lowered his own arms and cleared his throat. He then turned back to the group. "G-guys, this is my girlfriend, Kyla. Some of you may know her and — and some of you may not," he introduced, reaching over to pull Kyla close to him.

The people around them waved at her, except for Tara and Topper, since they obviously knew who she was. "Hi," she greeted unenthusiastically before she looked back over at Rafe. "Can I talk to you in private, please?"

"Oh, ho-ho-ho, private?" Rafe asked, running a hand through his hair. Kyla nodded, glancing back at the group who seemed to be watching them eagerly. "Sure. Right this way, babe," he said, helping her turn around to guide her to an empty room. Before he did so, he made eye contact with Topper and put his thumbs up at him. But, Topper seemed too buzzed to even realize what Rafe had meant by that.

However, Tara knew exactly what Rafe had meant, and her hands had curled up into fists. Even though she had done more lines than her brother, she wasn't a lightweight. In fact, she had done cocaine before, just without any of their knowledges.

Kyla then walked into the empty room first, followed by Rafe, who shut the door behind them. She had her back turned to him as she started to speak. "Rafe, are you going to tell me why—" she was cut off by Rafe turning her around and pulling her towards him, going in for a kiss. But, before their lips could connect, she pushed away from him with a shocked look on her face. "Rafe, what the hell?!"

"What?" he asked, sniffling. "I thought this is why you wanted to be somewhere private, babe," he told her.

She shook her head. "No, I wanted to talk about the fact that you're doing drugs now," she said sternly, crossing her arms once again.

He took a step towards her, reaching his hand out to cup her face. "We — we don't have to talk about that right now. I'm in the mood for something else," he said, glancing down at her lips again.

"Well, I'm not," she replied, pushing his hand away and backing up from him. "You know I want to wait until I'm 18. I'm just blaming this behavior on the fact that you're high."

"Oh, come on, it's not even that big of deal, Ky! E-Everyone's doing it," he argued, referring to the cocaine as he sniffled again.

"I'm not doing it," she said, raising her chin up a little bit.

"That's because you never do anything fun," he said, looking at the ground with a mocking smile on his face.

"Excuse me? Drugs aren't fun, Rafe. They're dangerous and I'm sorry that I don't want to endanger myself," she explained, arching a brow at him. "I do other fun things that don't involve me putting a white substance up my nose."

"What fun things do you do, Ky? Because having sex with me definitely isn't one of them," he said, running a band through his hair as he shook his head.

She scoffed, getting offended. "Seriously, Rafe? We've had this talk months ago. What happened to, 'We can wait until you're ready', huh? Did you just throw that down the drain the second you got high?" she questioned, her lips in a thin line once she finished talking.

"L-Look, I'm — I'm sorry, babe. I am. It just gets boring when—"

"Oh, so our relationship is boring because I won't have sex with you?" Kyla asked, cutting him off. "I thought we loved each other," she said quietly, pushing past him as her eyes began to fill with tears. She quickly opened the door and rushed outside, wanting to leave. She thought that their relationship was more than just about wanting to have sex. Apparently, Rafe had thought differently.

"We do!" Rafe called out after her, but she didn't bother to turn back at him as she walked out the front door. "Damn it," he whispered, running both of his hands through his slicked back hair anxiously. First his dad was mad at him and now Kyla. He thought of himself as just a failure.

"Hey, Rafe, what's wrong?" Tara asked as she came over and put a hand on his arm rather affectionately,
since she saw Kyla leave.

Rafe looked down at her, rubbing his nose with his hands as he shook her head. "Ky — Kyla's mad at me now, and I don't know how to fix it," he told her, licking his lips.

"Why is she mad?" Tara asked, tilting her head slightly.

Rafe laughed ironically, looking down. "You don't wanna know," he assured her.

"Oh, Rafe, trust me, I do," she said and he looked over at her, a slightly confused expression on his face. "Well, it — it seems like you need someone to talk to, and Topper is already in a bad mood because of Sarah, and Kelce is doing who knows what, so I'm the only free option," she added quickly.

"Right... Well, at first, she was mad because I was, uh, doing the drugs," he started to explain, now realizing that her hand was on his arm.

Tara noticed that he noticed so she hummed, "Uh-huh," to get him to look back at her face.

He looked back up and cleared his throat to continue. "And then she got mad because I wanted to, uh, have, uh...sex with her even though she wants to wait until she's 18. And — and I knew that! I know that! I just got — got caught up in the moment and shit and, I don't know, I messed up, Tara," he told her with some stammer in his word from the drugs in his system.

Tara hummed again, narrowing her eyes at him. "Well, I don't know how to help Kyla, but...I do know how to help you. Let me know if you want someone that's willing to have sex with you no matter their age," Tara said flirtatiously, running her fingers down Rafe's arm.

It was his turn to narrow his eyes. "No, I have a girlfriend," Rafe said, slowly pulling his arm away. It was more for himself to resist the urge to do...something.

"So? It didn't stop you the last time," she said, licking her lips as she remembered that night almost a year ago fondly. Rafe didn't answer, so she stood up a little straighter. "Just think about it. Kyla doesn't have to know...again," she said with a smirk before she walked away from him.

Rafe watched her walk away, not knowing what to think.

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Kyla tried to park the car outside the restaurant after leaving the party, but was having trouble parallel parking that had only made her cry more. She never knew how to parallel park, and this was just the icing on the cake.

Once she finally parked (which probably couldn't even be classified as a parking job), she walked into The Wreck restaurant, wiping at her eyes that were now red from crying as she regained her composure. She hadn't eaten anything at the party and her dad usually had leftover food, so she knew it would be the quickest way to get something in her system.

Driving to the restaurant, she thought about the conversation her and Rafe just had. She knew she couldn't blame him entirely because he was high, right? He probably had no idea what he was saying! Kyla tried to convince herself that since she was too in love with him to continue being mad.

And that was probably a bad thing.

When she walked in, she noticed that her sister was dancing with John B while Pope and JJ ate and watched them. Her eyes widened slightly, going to back away, before JJ called out, "Well, if it isn't little miss perfect princess."

She sighed, placing a hand on her hip with an unamused expression on her face from his comment.  She definitely wasn't perfect, or a princess. Especially not after tonight.

Kiara then stopped dancing, her smile on her face fading once she saw her sister. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

Kyla gave her a look. "First of all, this is our parents restaurant. Second of all, I work here. And third of all, I'm a human and I need to eat, so that's why I'm here," she told her, her patience already breaking since she wasn't even in a good mood to begin with.

"Yeah, it was kind of a stupid question to ask," Pope muttered, making Kiara send him an annoyed glance before she looked back at her sister.

"I thought you were at that Kook party," Kiara said, crossing her arms.

"I left," Kyla answered bluntly, going to round the counter and walk away, but Kiara stepped forward and grabbed her sister's wrist. "What, Kiara?" she questioned, making eye contact with her.

"Okay, either you've been smoking pot, or you've been crying. And I'm gonna go with the latter since you're Kyla," Kiara said and Kyla sighed. "What happened?" she asked, but it didn't seem like she genuinely felt bad for her sister. It just seemed like she wanted to know the 'gossip'.

Kyla glanced over at the three boys who seemed to be watching their conversation intently. "Nothing happened, all right? I'm just tired," Kyla lied, pulling her wrist away.

"Oh, come on, Kyla," JJ said playfully, walking over and placing an arm over the girl's shoulder, making her give him a weird look. "You can let us in on the Kook secrets, can't you?" he teased, making John B and Pope chuckle softly.

"Fine, you really wanna know?" Kyla asked, and they all nodded. Wow, they just do love to pry, don't they? she thought. "Well, first, I caught my boyfriend doing cocaine with his friends, and then he wanted to have sex with me and I wouldn't let him, and then we both got mad at each other so I left," she explained, watching all their grins drop as she spoke. "Happy?" she asked with fake sweetness, looking over at JJ who slowly took his arm off of her.

"Kyla, what the hell?" Kiara said, her nose flaring. "Did you break up with him?" she questioned, seeming genuinely mad.

Kyla gave her a look. "I know that you hate him and want me to break up with him, but no, I didn't. We just got into a fight, but it only happened because he was high. I'll fix it tomorrow," Kyla told her.

"But, him getting mad at you for not wanting to—"

"Like I said, Kiara," Kyla cut her off, "he was high. He probably won't even remember what happened in the morning."

"That's bullshit, Kyla, and you know it," Kiara said, shaking her head.

"Oh, so now you care about me? When it has to do with whether or not I'm breaking up with Rafe?" Kyla concluded, also shaking her head. "Unbelievable."

"Now, now, ladies, can't we all be friends, here?" JJ asked to stop the two from fighting since he could sense that the rest of the guys were feeling uncomfortable. He went to go put his arms around both Kiara and Kyla, but they sent him a scary look at the same time, so he backed away towards the guys. "Okay, that answers my question," he muttered, sitting down as Pope patted his back.

"No, I care because some stupid guy like Rafe shouldn't treat you like an object. And you know it, Kyla," Kiara said, continuing their conversation.

"He never treats me like an object, okay? This was just a one time thing and it won't happen again. We love each other," she explained.

Kiara rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "You may 'love' each other," she said, making air quotations which made Kyla roll her eyes, "but how do you know that'll stop Rafe the next time he wants to have sex with you, huh?"

"I trust him, Kiara. You may not because you think all Kooks are the same—"

"'Cause they are," Kyla heard John B mutter, but she ignored him.

"—but they aren't, trust me."

Kiara sighed. "Fine. You can think that. I can think my own thing," she said, agreeing to disagree. "But just be careful around him, all right? I may not like you, but...I don't want you to get hurt," Kiara admitted, making Kyla's brow rise slightly.

"Fine," Kyla said before she turned on her heel and left the Pogues in the other room.

Rafe may be hot but he's also a bad person (even though it's not entirely his fault, his father is a dick). But I am NOT excusing his actions, because he still did it, in this chapter and in the next ones because his actions are obviously horrible towards Kyla and everyone else.

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