Rachael's POV
"MARIA?!? What the heck?!"
"Rach, no its not what..." Matt continued.
"It's not what?" I said slapping him and running away. What a douche. Why Maria? She was my best buddy.. Actually she always deceived me. Why was I friends with her? She is stupid and.. I couldn't take it anymore I went to Derek's house.
I rang the doorbell. Derek's mom came to answer, "Oh, hello Rachael, I haven't seen you in a long time." she smiled.
"Hi Mrs. Charmine. I came to see Derek, is he home?"
"He should be in a few minutes, you can go wait in his room sweetie."
"Ok thanks." I said walking in.
In his room while sitting on his bed I heard a ping from his computer. I was tempted to see who was chatting with him but that would be wrong, but the next thing I knew I was at his computer reading his messages and my face fell.
*Chat*
Hulkno1: Hey babe
Bethany101: Oh, hi honey! I've been waiting for you
Hulkno1: So what are you doing tonight?
Bethany101: hmmmm... getting any ideas cowboy?
Hulkno1: I've been dating you for a year, you know who I am I wanna know who you are hun
3 hours later
Bethany101: I'll come to your house tonight, be ready
Just as I read the last line Derek came in the room and I made a run for it. He grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall.
"That's being a bad girl. You shouldn't have done that."
"You suck!" I tried to punch him but he grabbed my fist and twisted my wrist.
"AHHH!"
He quickly grabbed my mouth, "My moms here you idiot. Listen to me I was going to break up with her."
He loosened his hand off my mouth, "Let go of me you perv!"
He pushed me harder against the wall, my head was spinning. "Please let me go."
"Only if you stay my girlfriend." he whispered in my ear.
I felt like dropping dead at that very moment. Tears came streaming down my face, he was hurting me.
"S-stay y-your g-girlfrend?" I felt like Kristen Stewart.
Maria's POV
What was Rachael's problem? She can steal my Derek and I can't be with the guy she likes for one night? They weren't even together!
"Get out! Otherwise-"
"I'm going you jerk." I grabbed my stuff and slipped out. What was his problem?
When I got home, I remembered my chat from yesterday.
I typed, "I'll come to your house tonight, be ready"
