Chapter One - Grief

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*ring ring ring*
I looked up from the tissue laying on the ground in front of me and bring my attention over to the phone on my desk. I wiped my tears, but didnt get up. I knew who it was. Santana.
She was always telling me it wouldn't work out with Finn, and after he broke up with me, she jumped on the chance to date him. Santana is a bitch and just wanted to call and remind me for the third time that day that she was right and he would be with her in the end.
The phone stopped ringing and I looked back down to the floor and the tears started coming back.
Finn was the love of my life and now he's gone. I'm not complete without him.
"Im sorry Rachel, I like someone else. It's no hard feelings, though. We can still be friends." I couldnt get these words out of my head.
I cringed at the thought of him being with Santana.
The phone starts to ring again. I ignored it completely this time, pretending like it's not even there. I didnt want to hear Santana right now.
I looked over to my bulletin board full of 2 years of memories. Prom, our first date, our New York trip. He was my person. My first love. And I wanted more than anything for him to be my last. And sure, I've dated a few girls and boys before Finn, but he was my first real love and I really thought he was the one I would spend the rest of life with.
The phone rang once again, so I got up to turn it off. As I reached my thumb out to press the decline button, I noticed that it wasn't Santana. It was Quinn. I immediately picked up.
"Quinnie, I am so sorry i didn't pick up I thought you were Santana and I really didn't want to hear her bitchy remarks about how she always knew it would never work out with Finn and they would always end up together but I can't stand the thought of Finn with anyone but me and..."

 Quinn stops me "Woah, Rachel slow down," she giggles

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Quinn stops me "Woah, Rachel slow down," she giggles. "I think you need to come over."
"I think so too."
I wiped my tears, picked up the tissues off the floor, wrote a note to my dads, and walked out of my house to go see my best friend.

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