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episode five. 1/2 ▌ 𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁.

daisy stormed back towards the chateau, her breath shallow and racing. rafe has a way of getting under her skin—making her question things that she didn't want too.

rafe watched her go, a faint smirk playing at his lips. he was just getting closer to her. but she was exactly where he wanted her.

she hated it. hated him. hated the way her body betrayed her every time he got too close to her.

the screen door creaked as she stepped back into the chateau.

finn sat on the couch, drumming his fingers against his knee, watching as the others debated their next move.

daisy went and silently sat down next to him, his head turned seeing her, making him speak up.

"what did he want?" he asked quietly.

"to be an ass, as per usual." daisy hestitated telling him the full encounter.

finn hummed, not convinced, but he didn't push her.

the pogues conversation came to life, sparking daisy's interest.

pope had his arms crossed, sitting on the arm chair, deep in thought. jj was currently standing with a hand on his hip. "so what? we just sit around and wait for the next person to be killed?"

"we don't even know if there will be a next body." kiara pointed out. "i mean, what if billy was the only target?"

john b leaned forward, "someone had a problem with billy, clearly, and if this is personal, it could mean the killer isn't done."

kiara sighed, crossing her arms, "the guy was a typical frat boy, right? rich, cocky, you get it."

"sounds familiar." jj muttered, glancing to the porch where rafe was just stood.

daisy exhaled, choosing to ignore jj's input. "billy had alot of enemies—he partied hard, got in fights. but look, i don't think this is some revenge thing."

pope nodded, "right—the killer is playing a game here."

finn leaned back against the pillows, "so what's the next move? wait for another innocent person to be killed."

"we don't know if billy was a form of innocent—" kiara injected, but pope quickly shut her down before she could carry on.

daisy ran a hand through her hair, "whoever it was, they were waiting to be seen. they wanted to get some sort of attention."

john b's expression darkened, "you think they're playing with us?"

daisy nodded slowly, "yeah, and i think they're just getting started."

"great—love that. serial killer wirh a flair for the dramatic." jj let out a dry laugh.

pope ignored him, "then we need to figure out the connection. why billy? and if there is a next victim, who would it be?"

daisy chewed on her bottom lip, "billy was a frat boy. someone with alot of enemies."

"or-" finn cut in, "it could be something bigger than him."

a beat of silence fell over the group.

"what do you mean?" kiara asked.

"well—billy wasnt the only one who ran in those circles." finn hesitated.

"you mean, kook circles?" jj quipped up.

daisy stiffened, knowing where this was going. "what are you trying to imply?" "kook circles, meaning me and finn—maybe even kiara?!"

kiara shot her a look, that daisy ignored.

"no." jj corrected, "people like rafe."

tension cracked in the air the second rafe's name was mentioned. john b scoffed, "of course it always comes back to him!"

"makes sense. rich psycho magnet for murder? sounds like a perfect match." jj inputted.

daisy shot them both a glare, "enough."

finn sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "look—i don't like rafe either, but the fact is, he definitely knew something. and if he knew something, that means he's connected to this."

john b crossed his arms, "so what do we do? ask him nicely, again?"

daisy hesitated, "i'll talk to him." she knew what she had to do, she hated that it just led back to rafe cameron.

all eyes turned to him, "no way." finn interjected, shutting the idea down, his head was shaking. "not happening."

"she has a point—" pope defended, "rafe does talk to her. he might say more under pressure."

finn looked at her, his eyes softening, "daisy."

"i can handle it." she assured him.

he sighed, shaking his head, "i hate this."

jj grinned, "hey at least if you die we'll know whose done it." kiara was quick to smack him on the arm, "not funny."

later that night, daisy sat outside on the porch, her legs pressed up to her chest. the wind blowing in her face. everyone else was inside, probably asleep.

her phone buzzed, making her glance down to the device.

unknown number
Still thinking about me?

her stomach twisted, her eyebrows knitting together.

daisy
who is this?

unknown number
Don't play dumb, Daisy.
I know you better than that.

daisy glanced ahead, suddenly feeling exposed. she swallowed, her pulse thrumming in her ears. her phone buzzed again.

unknown number
You look so pretty tonight.
Bad thing Rafe had to ruin the moment :/

daisy
what do you want?

but no reply came, she stood abruptly, shoving her phone into her pocket. this had to be all a dream.

"something wrong?"

daisy jumped, whipping her head to the left. rafe leaned against the fencing, his eyes flickering in the low light.

she didn't have the patience for him tonight.

"what the hell are you doing back here?" she snapped, grabbing the blanket from the chair she was sitting on.

rafe smirked, his eyes were teasing. they was sharp. "relax. just making sure you weren't sneaking off to do something stupid."

"like what?"

"like getting yourself killed."

her breath hitched at the way he said it, she got off the chair, stepping forward, narrowing her eyes, "are you following me now?"

"no, but maybe i should be." rafe chuckled lowly, "you could get yourself killed hanging with those pogues." he shook his head.

"and how do you know that for certain?"

"they're up to no good." rafe argued, before she could shoot a comeback, her phone buzzed.

she hesitantly got the phone from her back pocket, the notification lighting up her face.

unknown number
Tell rafe I said hi 👋

her blood turned to ice, her eyebrows knitting. rafe spoke up, "daisy?"

daisy met his eyes, flipping her phone over to show him the message. rafe's eyes widened, before quickly glancing to his surroundings. "nobodys here." he whispered.

"well it's some sort of sick joke!"

"you can't be here." rafe kept his eyes on her, noticing her uncomfortable manner. "it's not safe, d."

"what about my friends?" daisy asked, glancing back inside.

"they're clearly only targeting you—they've only messaged you,let me take you back to mine, you'll be safe there."

daisy was stuck in thought, but she remembered the conversation earlier. they all needed answers, and this could be one way of getting them.

"fine."

🔪

giggling and kicking my feet
at my own story 😈 lol they need
to get tg right noww.

thank you for all the nice comments on the last chapter, i appreciate it so much <3 #dafe #raisy for the win