Here's another chapter!:)
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"We should change your name," Finn muttered, checking his phone if he received any message."Your name sounds so fucking lame. Whose parents name their daughter Rachel, anyway?"
Rachel turned around, her eyes seething with anger. She tightly held the strapless dress from the clothes rack and threw it to the free-seating couch.
She doesn't even know what she was doing. All she knew is that she agreed to do this make-Finn's-ex-jealous proposition because he threatened her that he'll tell Puck about the stag party fiasco. Next thing she knew, she's at Finn's own clothing store. To be honest, she doesn't even know how the hell Finn has his own clothing store. He doesn't seem to be the type of man who cares about his family's business and riches. Her mind was flooded with other thoughts that she almost forgot what Finn just said. Right he wants her to change her name. What the hell?
"Excuse me? You…you want me to ch-change my name?" She stuttered. She can't even speak the whole sentence since her blood was boiling and rushing through her veins because of what he just said. She felt the urge to buy a knife and stab him to death.
He chuckled sarcastically. "Are you deaf?"
"I am not gonna change my name. Period. For your information, I was named by my dads after Rachel Green from Friends. And whose parents name their bastard son "Finn" anyway? They want to name you after a fish's body part?" She spat at him.
Finn put down phone and narrowed his brows and gave her the what-the-actual-fuck look. "Just so I can get along with your brain, let me break it down for you. I was named Finn after the legendary Irish hero Finn MacCumhail. And by the way, who's Rachel Green?"
Rachel threw her hands up and rolled her eyes. "Who's Rachel Green? Who's RACHEL GREEN?"
Finn shrugged. Like hell he cares. "Just go find a dress. You're ruining my fucking perfect mood."
Rachel resisted the urge to punch his guts out. Can't he treat her with at least a one half amount of respect?
She went to find some clothes muttering "I hate you Finn Hudson" with each step she take.
He checked his watch. She was dead, like rotten dead. He's been waiting her for goddamn-who-knows hours in this building where Quinn works. How many hours does it take to put on a dress and wear a little make-up? He doesn't understand women. He just doesn't. He's gonna kill her. What will he do when Quinn appears right from that elevator with her clients? He just can't sit there and act cool. He can't do that. He wants to show Quinn that he finally moved on. And then he'll make her jealous. But this goddamn Rachel Berry haven't even showed up an-
Holy Fuck.
Rachel swiftly appeared in the main door like she was a Hollywood actress. A tight, bloody red dress hugs her body. She was wearing a little makeup, but it already made her face glow. She was walking slow motion in his head. Her hair was flowing like a wind hit her. Or an electric fan wind. She looked at him, gave him a devious smile and sat next to him.
"You're mesmerized by my new look, eh?" She boasted. It took him a second that she was already in front him, eyeing the sandwich that he brought for her.
He closed his hanging mouth and turned red. Did she noticed that he was staring? "Hell no. Why are you late?"
She rolled her eyes and whispered something. "I'm 10 minutes late. It's not like you waited her for an hour. And those clothes you bought me? It's hard to choose which one I should wear. Also, I've been skipping my shifts ever since I agreed to this crazy proposition. I'm pretty sure that my boss is cursing me right now. So, you must give me money so I can make-up for the shifts that I skipped."
"Is that my problem? And don't worry, I'll give thousands of dollars if I have to." He snapped.
"Woah! Why are you being so moody? Oh, Is that sandwich for me?" She then reached for the sandwich, which she was eyeing a while ago, with her perfectly polished fingers.
"Yeah, I brought that for you." He sighed and looked away. His eyes drifted at the elevator. He can hear Quinn's soft voice when the elevator door was slowly opening. He quickly grabbed Rachel's arm and hooked it with his. And just what he expected, Rachel protested.
"Hey! What are you doing?" She whined, dropping the sandwich and glaring at him.
He looked at Quinn, who was still talking with her clients and about to go to their direction."Just hold my hand and pretend to be sweet. Quinn is here."
He can see her eyes landed on Quinn's. "Sweet? You're breaking my arm and you think it's sweet? Wh-
He cut her off by immediately putting a strawberry, from the smoothie he was drinking, into her mouth. She tried to speak, but her words were muffled.
He can see from the corner of his eye that Quinn already noticed them. She waved goodbye to her clients and was about to go to their table. When she reached for their table, he can see the fake and forced smiled she was wearing.
"Hi, Finn." Quinn said, holding tightly on her purse.
He decided to pretend that he didn't notice her. "Oh, Quinn! I didn't see you there."
Quinn just stared at him. Her eyes going back and forth from him and Rachel. Rachel was just smiling and acting cool like she didn't give a fuck about anything in this damn world.
"Yeah, well I'm here now," Quinn sarcastically replied. "Do you want to introduce me to…" Her eyes shifted back to Rachel. "your friend?"
He can feel that Quinn is getting jelly inside. He knew Quinn for 5 years, and he knows her body language. This make-her-jealous is easy as pie.
"Quinn, this is Rachel," He gestured his hands to Rachel. "Rachel, this is Quinn."
Rachel smiled up at Quinn, and took out her hand and tried to reach for Quinn's. Unfortunately, Quinn didn't let her. Quinn just raised her brow and gave her a Queen Bitch look. Finn covered his mouth, resisting not to laugh straight at Rachel's face. Seriously, who wouldn't laugh at that? It'll be embarrassing when you tried to shake hands with a person but she didn't let you.
Rachel, however, seemed unaffected by Quinn's reaction. She scooted her chair closer to Quinn. "So, what's your job?"
Finn just spent the entire 15 minutes staring at them. Rachel kept going on and on about her life and Quinn just looks like she's in pain. She doesn't seem to be interested in whatever Rachel was saying.
Quinn stood up, smoothing his skirt. "I've got to go. But I want to invite the both of you to attend the ballet performance of my niece on Saturday. I'll bring my boyfriend with me." She said, emphasizing the word "boyfriend".
Finn stopped. A boyfriend? Is he really just another piece of trash for her to throw away? How the hell she already has a boyfriend when they broke up just three weeks ago? Bullshit. He's been weeping secretly like a little girl over the past weeks because of the break-up, and all Quinn did was find a new replacement for him. She wants to play it that way? Okay then, he'll play along.
"Sure."
He rushed inside the mini restaurant, searching for the small brunette. He spotted her on the corner, just sitting in one of the plastic chairs and staring blankly at the wall. She looks exhausted, from what he can tell. He made his way to her, and tapped her on the shoulder.
She stared up at him with her big, brown, eyes. "What do you want?"
He leaned into the table and crossed his arms. "Aren't you gonna join me on Quinn's niece ballet performance?"
"And skip another late night shift? No way." She grouchily replied. She stood up and went back in arranging the chairs.
She's that stubborn. She's gotta be the most stubborn girl he ever encountered. But that's not gonna stop him. So, he followed her. She started to walk faster, just to get away from him. He still followed her. She walk away from him again. He stubbornly followed her. Then, she turned around and glared at him. "Would you stop following me? I told you, I'm not gonna go! I need money, and I can only get money by working."
That's it? The money is the one that she's been worrying about? "I can give the money that you need," He reached for his wallet on his back pocket and took out enough money for her. "Here. Take it."
He can see her eyes widen. He can sense her hesitation, but he knows she'll take it anyway. She took the money and smirked. "Okay. I'll go with you."
"Of course you'll go with me. I get what I want, remember?"
She rolled her eyes and placed the money into her pocket. "Whatever you say."
He gets what he wants. He live in that motto. He was born with a silver spoon on his mouth. And he likes it. Operation make Quinn jealous is so on.
"Quinn looks pissed when you two were talking earlier." She heard Finn say, stopping the Porsche into his private valet parking.
She narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"She doesn't seem to be interested in whatever the fuck you were saying." He hinted, turning off the ignition and reached for his wallet.
She didn't say anything. She knew Quinn seemed t be bored when they both have a talk earlier. But it was her job, right? She wants to annoy Quinn as much as possible.
She heard something dropped. She spotted a card and reached for it, but Finn picked it up before her. She looked at his face. He seemed nervous as if he was hiding something. She smells something fishy. She may not be a psychic, but she can sense something.
"Can I look at your card?" She nicely asked, putting on her fake playful voice.
He shook his head. "No, You can't."
She crossed her arms and huffed. She knows there's something about the card. So, she grabbed the card by force, but Finn caught her arm and took it.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I just need to look at the card!"
He took out something from the small compartment. She noticed it was a chocolate. Really? Chocolate? He think he can distract her by giving her a chocolate?
When she realized that Finn was too busy unwrapping the chocolate for her, she took the opportunity and grabbed the card by force. This time, she turned her back from him so he can't face her.
"Hey, give me that!" Finn whined.
She ignored him and turned her eyes into the card. It was his driver's license. It looks perfectly normal. Just another driver's license. Why is it that he looked hella scared when he dropped it? His picture was the same. No large pimple or something that he needs to worry about.
"Why are you hiding this from me, anyway? It looks normal. Your picture is still cute."
He cursed under his breath, too low for her to hear. "I know. Now can I have it back?"
She's not done yet. She wants to look for something. There's no point of him hiding this if there's no reason behind it. She checked the small details. From where he lives to his height and weight. He checked his name. There's nothing really wrong with it bu-
Finnegan Christopher Hudson.
Finnegan Christopher Hudson.
Next thing she knew, her sides were already aching from laughter. She tried to cover her mouth so it won't look embarrassing, but she just can't take it. She felt Finn's big hand took his driver's license from her.
"Fin-Fin…Your real name is Finnegan?" She was able to spit out, in spite of her aching sides and her uncontrollable laughter.
"Shut up, will you?" Finn yelled, placing his license into his wallet.
No. She can't just shut up and act cool to the new discovery of his name. He insulted her for her name, boasted about his own name about one of the most famous Irish whatever-he-is, and she'll later find out that his real name is Finnegan? Whose parents in their right state of mind to name their child Finnegan?
"My real name is Finnegan. So what? Can we just drop it?" He grumbled frustratingly.
She took a minute before deciding to calm down. She bravely looked at him straight in the eye. "Okay, Finnegan."
"I said drop it!" Finn shouted.
She just giggled. She still hates him, but she's kinda cool with this fucked-up situation now. Finding out his real name helped her a little bit. She doesn't want to say it out loud, but she's enjoying this game. Or rather, his game.
I guess that leaves us here.
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