An/so, I would actually be really pissed if they ever got together on the show, but this is so much fun to read and write.
Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, but it's almost completely fallen out. She is wearing a very low-cut blue tank top, and those shorts are too short for my comfort. But at Regionals, in their hotel, it's what most of the girls are wearing to bed, so why should Rachel have to be more covered up?
The answer comes to me quickly, and I swear under my breath. It's because I fell in love with her. I fell in love with her a long time ago, and now there's nothing I can do about it. I fell in love with those big brown eyes, those long tanned legs, the way she rambled on and on, and most of all, the way she cared about all of those people who might never care about her.
No one had wanted to room with her, so she had her own room. That alone was hard for me to handle. She would sleep alone, and I could...
I quickly banished this line of thought and focused on the young girl in front of me. I keep repeating in my head, "She's only sixteen, she's only sixteen." It doesn't help much, but it pulls me back into reality long enough for me to say, "That sounds great, Rachel," and get the hell out.
I know she thinks she repulses me and that it hurts her, but damn, I can't just tell her it's the exact opposite.
I walk back up to my room, and wonder why I didn't let Emma check on all the students when she offered. I would have saved myself a lot of trouble thinking about Rachel.
I slip into the room, and hope Emma's already asleep. I find myself incredibly relieved that I don't have to deal with my girlfriend when I see her sleeping soundly on the hotel bed. And for now, that's the only blessing I have.
