"Hey, Rach, want a beer? Mike doesn't have to know," Puke sneered.

"No. I'm okay with sharing this one with Quinn," Rachel replied.

Meanwhile she was taking in the serenity of the woods; the quietness that eloped her, and the freshness of the air that lingered ever so sweetly. "So who is going to mud wrestle?" Puke questioned pulling Rachel from her calming thoughts with his stupid grin plastered on his face.

"No one you pig!" Rachel answered.

"In these white pants, are you serious right now, Puck?!" Quinn exclaimed while slapping Puck's arm.

Both of the girls took a seat on the tailgate of Puck's truck. Rachel sat next to Matt, and Quinn sat next to Puck. "Matt, can you put some music on? The stereo is right there," Puck stated. He was now getting cozy with Quinn.

"Yea sure..." Matt replied in an annoyed tone.

"So, Rach how is Mike?" Matt asked.

"He's good. He's at work," Rachel replied.

Mike was Rachel's boyfriend. Rachel was of course not going to say how Mike sometimes pushed her around when he got angry, or belittled her with his harsh words and attitude. She kept her fake smile plastered on her face.

"Why don't we go for a walk," Matt said eying at the two next to them making out.

"Yea! Sounds like a good idea," Rachel giggled. Although in her stomach she felt as if something bad were going to happen.

Rachel and Matt walked to the other side of the truck and into the woods. "Ugh, it was such a bad idea to wear these flip flops," Rachel whined.

"Here let me help you," Matt said picking Rachel up.

Rachel was now at eye level with Matt. Matt took this opportunity and tried to kiss her. Rachel simply just turned her head and mumbled something about being with Mike and he knows that. But Matt continued to try and eventually Rachel gave in. "He will never know, don't worry about it," Matt said in a matter of fact manner.

"Won't Noah tell? They are best friends," Rachel questioned.

"Nah, he doesn't care," Matt answered.

To avoid this awkwardness Rachel thought it would be a better idea to head back. They returned to Quinn on top of Puck, with his hands roaming her body and their mouths intertwined.

"Let's head to my car," Matt said.

"Yea sure," Rachel replied. She felt safer with a center console in between them anyway; something in the way, and obstacle if you will.

"You make me so horny, Rach. The way those jean shorts hug your ass. The way your hair teases the top of your boobs. Ugh, I need you so bad!" Matt exclaimed.

"I'm flattered…but" Rachel replied as Matt's lips crashed on hers.

She tried to squirm away and push him off of her, but he grabbed her arms instead. "You want this as bad as I do," Matt stated.

"No," Rachel cried. "Stop," she pleaded. "Please get off," she begged.

But no matter how hard she pleaded, begged, or as many times she said no, his hands still roamed her body. She continuously struggled against him. He inserted fingers into her vagina. She screeched. "Please, please stop," Rachel cried again her arms still being held firmly by his other hand. It was too late though. He freed his penis from his pants and jammed it into her vagina. Rachel was now sobbing. She was in shock. She could no longer speak or struggle against him. It was all over. Her virginity was forever gone.