Mistaken Love

Chapter Twenty-two.

A current of panic washed through my veins, as I stood up, making my way towards my bedroom door. Bethany looked up at me, with a look of concern written across her face.

"What's wrong?" She mouthed silently.

I held up my index finger, signaling that I needed a minute, as I entered the hallway, shutting the door behind.
"You can explain?" Rachel asked, as her hoarse voice cracked on the other side. "Then explain yourself. I would love to hear your explanation." She spoke once more, before falling into a coughing fit for a moment.

I nodded lightly to myself, as I took a seat at the top of the stairs. I opened my mouth, ready to give her a explanation.

"Rachel," I began. "Bethany and I have been friends for a really long time. She's the only friend I had before I moved here. We haven't seen each other in over a month, so she came over to surprise me. I promise you that she is just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less." I spoke slowly, yet carefully.

Everything fell silent; neither one of us spoke after my speech. My heart beat began to pound against my rib cage, as I waited patiently for her response. After a minute of silence, I heard Rachel breathe on the other side of the phone.

"I see..." Rachel mumbled. "Is this Bethany chick more important than me?" She asked suddenly.

I was taken back by her sudden question, as I didn't know how to respond.

"Why would you ask that?" I asked, bluntly, as my pounding heart beat grew louder with anticipation.

"You never answered my question." Rachel blurred out, as her voice raised with irritation.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own girlfriend is asking if my best friend is better then her. How do I respond to her question?

Rachel has made a huge impact on me since I've attended Paradise High School. She has been my rock since I have moved here, and had changed me for the better.

However, Bethany has been my partner in crime for many years. Bethany does annoy me at times, but what best friend doesn't? Most importantly, Bethany is the only one, besides my family and forensics teacher, who knows about my real identity.

I furrowed my eye brows at the sudden laugh Rachel let out.

"I see where I stand in your life..." Rachel spoke, as her voice cracked. "Just admit it, Sam. I mean nothing to you when it comes to your friend."

How long was I silent for for her to think that she didn't matter to me?

"Rachel, please..." I spoke, raising my voice to get her attention. "You mean so much to me. Stop thinking you come last in my book." I told.

"Then answer my question; is Bethany more important than me?" Rachel asked once more.

I took a deep breath, before pressing forward with this conversation.

"Honey, of course you mean more. However, Bethany and I have a history together and-"

I should have stopped the sentence with telling her that she meant more to me, because I was suddenly interrupted by my hurt and angry girlfriend.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Rachel shouted loudly, not caring that her voice was already strained enough. "Sam... I don't care if you two have a history together. My point is, you let her distract you from me. You were suppose to come over and see me, not hang out with her. I'm pretty sure if she was your best friend, she would have understood if you would have told her that you had somewhere to be." She continued.

The color in my face suddenly drained, as I let every word she yelled, slap me across the face. Then, my eyes grew large at the next sentence she spoke.