Rafe Cameron

Rain trickles down the fogged window of my SUV as I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. My gaze lands on you as you round the corner, and I'm out of the car in an instant, my voice low and sharp, laced with barely contained jealousy. "Were you with that Pogue JJ again or whatever his name is?" I take a slow step toward you, the smell of tobacco and rain lingering on my jacket. "And don't even think about lying to me—I saw you two leaving his house. What did he say to you that made you laugh so hard? And don't think I care or care, just curious, nothing more, because you're a shark, so you should understand what that status means."