You Belong with Me

chapter 7

Rachel POV

After I run through the back door, I end up in a strange alley way. I don’t know what I was thinking! I just got out of there as fast as I could, I didn’t think about anything else. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming up behind… I thought I might be Quinn, so, again, I just ran away as fast as I could, all the way home. I hear someone calling my name but I really don’t want to talk to anyone right now, especially not Quinn…

Finn POV

I call Rachel’s name again and again, but she just keeps on running. I sit down in the corner of the alley and text Rachel (<> means text message)

Finn: <Rach, where are you! I’m freaking out x>

She doesn’t text back, so I assume her phone’s off. I think about texting Quinn but then I see the back door opening again, so I get up and run back to my house. I just can’t deal with Quinn right now.

Rachel: <hey sorry I ran off so quickly :( x>

Finn: <u ok? x>

Rachel: <tired of drama :( x>

Finn: <where are you? x>

Rachel: <home. U? x>

Oh my god, Rach is just next door! I knock on the window facing her room as hard as I can hoping she hears me. A few seconds later she drew back her curtains and smiled half-heartedly at me. I grab my notepad and start writing.

Finn: <hey stranger>

Rachel: <hey>

Finn: <u look sad…>

Rachel: <…>

Finn: <L, want me to come over?>

Rachel: (nods sadly)

Finn: <im on my way>

I grab my coat and think maybe this isn’t the best idea… I mean this could totally ruin everything I’ve ever had or could have with Quinn. She could be the best thing to ever happen to me and by going over to my best friend’s house to console and talk to her mortal enemy could ruin things forever.

Then again, Rachel, besides Puck, is best friend in the whole world. I’ve always helped her when she’s been sad, and she’s done the same thing for me for as long as I can remember. And anyway, I’ve already said that I’m going over, it would seem weird if I just changed my mind now… I check myself in the mirror quickly to make sure I haven’t got any awkward hairs sticking up all over the place. I walk up Rachel’s front path and up to her door. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this. This is crazy. She’s crazy. I’ve known Rachel for a long time and know that stuff can get real when we have these talks.

I want crazy…………..

Screw it.