Disclaimer: I do not own the SM characters in this story; they belong to
the writers, and to Lifetime. Rachel Connelly however is a fictional
character I made up for this story. She isn't a character on the show.
"Hey Marc." "Oh hey Rachel." Marc stared at the gorgeous brown haired, blue-eyed Rachel Connelly. Marc couldn't believe his luck; he got to sit next to the prettiest girl in school during Geometry class. Class started as usual and it was so boring. Marc's stomach growled and he was very relieved that lunch was next. "Hey Marc, do you want to sit by me at lunch?" Rachel looked at him straight in the eye. Marc could barely talk, "Yeah sure." Rachel and Marc started off to lunch, and Marc noticed that Rachel was limping a little. "What happened?" Marc asked her. "Oh, just a dance injury, I just twisted my ankle that's all." Rachel told him not looking worried about it. "You know, you could come with me after school to my Mom's clinic, she's a great doctor, and you act like it hurts." Rachel suddenly looked scared "Oh Marc, it's really nothing, and I have dance practice after school anyways." "Okay." Marc and Rachel eat lunch, and Marc helped Rachel to Biology as he hurried off to get to English.
He couldn't help feeling concerned as she hobbled over to her desk. "Gosh that should be wrapped, or she should have crutches or something." Marc thought to himself. His day continued on and he went to Lu's clinic after school. He tried and tried to do his homework, but he couldn't get his mind off Rachel. How in the world could she dance with that ankle? He found himself staring at this one awful Geometry question and decided he would give Rachel a buzz and see if she could help. Plus he just wanted to hear the sound of her voice, and ask about her ankle. He found the phone book in his Mom's office and looked up her name "Connelly, Connelly, Connelly." No Connelly was listed on the street that he knew Rachel lived on. "Mom, Mom can you come here a minute?" Marc called to Lu. "Yeah sure honey, just a sec." Lu came into the room, "what is it?" "Well, I was hoping that you know with your medical connections that you could find a phone number for me?" Marc looked pleadingly at Lu. "Would this happen to be a girl's number?" Lu asked Marc. "Yeah, but it's for homework." She gave Marc a disbelieving look. "Oh sure, uh huh, whatever you say Marc." "MOM!" "Ok, Ok, what is the name of the girl?" "Rachel Connelly, and she lives on White Dove Lane." "Ok, just hold on one sec, and then I will ask Lana to find the number for you." "Thanks, Mom you're the best." "You had better believe it kid." "Here Lu, here is the Connelly's phone number." Lana handed Lu the number. Lu teased Marc a little more and then finally gave him the number. Marc blushed and asked if he could be alone while he talked to Rachel. "Uhh I don't think so." Lu replied smiling. "Please Mom." Marc continued to beg. "What's it worth to you?" Lu teased. "Alright, Alright, I will leave, but you owe me big guy." "Thanks Mom."
Marc dialed Rachel's' number. A man picked up. "Yeah what do you want?" a gruff sounding voice answered. Marc suddenly got nervous, "I uh, uh, I wanted to talk to Rachel." He squeaked out. The man was furious at his request. "Why do you want to talk to her? And how did you get this number? Don't call it again, EVER, EVER EVER AGAIN!!" The man roared. Marc stopped he got quiet he heard Rachel in the background. "Dad, Dad, stop it, who is it? Let me talk to them, please Dad please." "Shut up you little whore!" He screamed and with that he hung up the phone on a now shaking Marc. Lu walked back in, and looked at Marc with concern. "What's wrong Marc, what happened?" Lu looked him straight in the eye. "Nuh, Nuh, Nothing." He stammered out. "Sit down." Lu said sharply. "Marc Delgado, I know you are lying, so out with it, what happened?" Marc started to cry a little. "Mom, it was awful, I think her Dad answered the phone and he was yelling and cursing, especially about Rachel, and I heard her in the background screaming." Lu looked pale, "Are you sure Marc, and are you positive he was yelling at her?" "Yeah Mom, I am." "What should I do?" "Marc is this the girl that you said hurt her ankle?" "Yeah she said she hurt it dancing." "Ok well, I think we should get her in here, so I can talk to her, but we can't let her know that was you who called, because she will get scared, and she won't tell us the truth. She probably wouldn't even come in here. So just get her here tomorrow and we will figure something out." Marc started to look a little better, but then a thought occurred to him. "Mom, you don't I mean I hope, does he hit her?" "I don't know Marc, it sounds pretty bad. We will just have to worry about that, when we find out the truth."
"Hey Marc." "Oh hey Rachel." Marc stared at the gorgeous brown haired, blue-eyed Rachel Connelly. Marc couldn't believe his luck; he got to sit next to the prettiest girl in school during Geometry class. Class started as usual and it was so boring. Marc's stomach growled and he was very relieved that lunch was next. "Hey Marc, do you want to sit by me at lunch?" Rachel looked at him straight in the eye. Marc could barely talk, "Yeah sure." Rachel and Marc started off to lunch, and Marc noticed that Rachel was limping a little. "What happened?" Marc asked her. "Oh, just a dance injury, I just twisted my ankle that's all." Rachel told him not looking worried about it. "You know, you could come with me after school to my Mom's clinic, she's a great doctor, and you act like it hurts." Rachel suddenly looked scared "Oh Marc, it's really nothing, and I have dance practice after school anyways." "Okay." Marc and Rachel eat lunch, and Marc helped Rachel to Biology as he hurried off to get to English.
He couldn't help feeling concerned as she hobbled over to her desk. "Gosh that should be wrapped, or she should have crutches or something." Marc thought to himself. His day continued on and he went to Lu's clinic after school. He tried and tried to do his homework, but he couldn't get his mind off Rachel. How in the world could she dance with that ankle? He found himself staring at this one awful Geometry question and decided he would give Rachel a buzz and see if she could help. Plus he just wanted to hear the sound of her voice, and ask about her ankle. He found the phone book in his Mom's office and looked up her name "Connelly, Connelly, Connelly." No Connelly was listed on the street that he knew Rachel lived on. "Mom, Mom can you come here a minute?" Marc called to Lu. "Yeah sure honey, just a sec." Lu came into the room, "what is it?" "Well, I was hoping that you know with your medical connections that you could find a phone number for me?" Marc looked pleadingly at Lu. "Would this happen to be a girl's number?" Lu asked Marc. "Yeah, but it's for homework." She gave Marc a disbelieving look. "Oh sure, uh huh, whatever you say Marc." "MOM!" "Ok, Ok, what is the name of the girl?" "Rachel Connelly, and she lives on White Dove Lane." "Ok, just hold on one sec, and then I will ask Lana to find the number for you." "Thanks, Mom you're the best." "You had better believe it kid." "Here Lu, here is the Connelly's phone number." Lana handed Lu the number. Lu teased Marc a little more and then finally gave him the number. Marc blushed and asked if he could be alone while he talked to Rachel. "Uhh I don't think so." Lu replied smiling. "Please Mom." Marc continued to beg. "What's it worth to you?" Lu teased. "Alright, Alright, I will leave, but you owe me big guy." "Thanks Mom."
Marc dialed Rachel's' number. A man picked up. "Yeah what do you want?" a gruff sounding voice answered. Marc suddenly got nervous, "I uh, uh, I wanted to talk to Rachel." He squeaked out. The man was furious at his request. "Why do you want to talk to her? And how did you get this number? Don't call it again, EVER, EVER EVER AGAIN!!" The man roared. Marc stopped he got quiet he heard Rachel in the background. "Dad, Dad, stop it, who is it? Let me talk to them, please Dad please." "Shut up you little whore!" He screamed and with that he hung up the phone on a now shaking Marc. Lu walked back in, and looked at Marc with concern. "What's wrong Marc, what happened?" Lu looked him straight in the eye. "Nuh, Nuh, Nothing." He stammered out. "Sit down." Lu said sharply. "Marc Delgado, I know you are lying, so out with it, what happened?" Marc started to cry a little. "Mom, it was awful, I think her Dad answered the phone and he was yelling and cursing, especially about Rachel, and I heard her in the background screaming." Lu looked pale, "Are you sure Marc, and are you positive he was yelling at her?" "Yeah Mom, I am." "What should I do?" "Marc is this the girl that you said hurt her ankle?" "Yeah she said she hurt it dancing." "Ok well, I think we should get her in here, so I can talk to her, but we can't let her know that was you who called, because she will get scared, and she won't tell us the truth. She probably wouldn't even come in here. So just get her here tomorrow and we will figure something out." Marc started to look a little better, but then a thought occurred to him. "Mom, you don't I mean I hope, does he hit her?" "I don't know Marc, it sounds pretty bad. We will just have to worry about that, when we find out the truth."