Rachel's POV
I looked down at the floor in the cubicle and took some deep breaths in – trying to compose myself before class. I heard the bathroom door bang open – "Rachel?"
It was a guy's voice, not just any guy. Finn.
I struggled to find my voice
"I'm in here."
"Come on out" His voice soothed.
"No, you're not meant to be in here anyway."
"I know, but I care about you, you're my…" There was a pause "Good friend."
At the word friend – I went from being extremely upset to being very angry. I burst out of the cubicle.
"You have no idea what it feels like to be me." I shrieked.
He took a sharp breath in.
"You go out with anyone you want… You use anyone you want… You have anyone you want…" I seethed.
"That's not quite true…" Finn muttered.
"How many girls have you dated?" I asked sarcastically.
"Well…" He began to count on his fingers.
"Guess how many guys have been interested in me? Apart from that weird frizzy haired guy…Guys who wanted to date me?" I took a big breath in.
"One. Puck doesn't count… that wasn't dating. That was using…"
"Oh come on Rachel." He sounded tired.
"No. You 'come on'." I decided to be brave
"Your not in love with someone who simply sees you as a 'good…friend."