Here we go...

Rachel POV

I pulled my car over on the side of the street. I breathed in and out, trying not to hyperventilate or hurl or have a total mental breakdown. I forced myself to look at the house directly across the street where I was parked.

Andy's house.

I couldn't believe that my friends had fallen for the story about me going home to pick up something. I felt guilty about lying to them like that, but I knew that if I told them where I was really going, they wouldn't have let me go. I sighed. My breathing was uneven. This breathing exercise I heard on TV is a total lie. I wasn't calming down at all. I placed my hand on the door, my fingers curling around the- around the- Oh my god. I'm so freaked out, I can't remember the name of the thing that opens the door.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket, which made me jump. I took it out. It was a text message-from Dave, of all people.

"Hey, where are you? We're supposed to meet at lunch with Mel, Nicole, and Ivy."

I shook my head. Why is he always so formal? I typed back a reply and hit "Send."

"I had 2 go somewhere."

It was about a minute before Dave replied back.

"Oh yeah, Mel told me you had to pick something up from your house. But I didn't think it take this long. Don't you live five minutes away from school?"

Crap. I guess I have to finally spill the beans.

"DO NOT TELL ANYONE. I'm at Andy's house."

A minute slowly passed by. My cell phone vibrated again, only this time, it was a phone call.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Are you freaking insane?"

"Dave, come on."

"I'm serious. Get out of there! It's dangerous!"

"Says the guy who wanted to beat him up."

"Ha ha. But Rachel... Okay, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't to see you get hurt."

That surprised me.

"It's only because I think of you as a good friend. And if you get hurt, Mel would be..."

"You're finally considering me as a friend?"

Dave and I haven't exactly had a functional friendship. Mel had told him everything that went on last year, including what I did to her. So at first he didn't trust me and was even a little protective of Mel. I don't blame him, though. I was pretty bitchy to Mel. We bickered often, and we later became more like frenemies instead of allies.

"Well, yeah."

"Thanks, Dave."

"I still want you to get out of there."

"Nope. I'm still going."

"Why?"

"It's our last chance. Andy's too stubborn to cooperate with the police. Not again. He'll listen to me."

Dave sighed. "Fine, but if something happens, I will say 'I told you so.'"

"Okay."

"And I'm telling Mel. Since this is about her."

"Okay. Can I go now?"

"Yeah. Good luck."

"Thanks." I hung up.

I opened the car door and got out. I ran across the street. I walked up to his door and rang the doorbell. The door opened. He was there.

"Rachelle Bruin?" he asked in disbelief.

"Rachel. And I wanted to ask you something."

He smiled. "Oh, are you here to ask me out?"

Idiot.

"No, you dumbass. Like I would ask my best friend's rapist out."

"How is Sordino? She finally get a boyfriend?"

"That is none of your business. She is none of your business." I seethed. Andy backed away. I kept edging towards him, until both of us were inside.

"Wait, what are you-?"

"Leave my best friend alone and take off the damn Facebook page!"

"Wait, wait, hold up," Andy said, holding his hands up. "What Facebook page?"

"You know! The page you made pretending to be Melinda to make her look like a pervert!"

"Wait, you think I created the page?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" I screamed.

"I didn't make the page. I didn't know anything about it until now."

"Yeah, right."

"Look, I swore I would leave that girl alone, and I have!" He looked at me straight in the eye. When we were dating, I would look at him in the eye to make sure whatever he was saying to me was true. That's when I knew.

"You... you really didn't do it."

"Told ya." He snorted.

"Well," I said, still recovering. "I guess I'll go."

"So soon? I mean, you just came here. We can, you know, catch up on old times." He leaned forward, trying to kiss me.

My hand flew across his face.

He stumbled back, his hand on his cheek, while I ran out. I kept running until I reached my car. I flung the door opened, started the car, and drove away as fast I could. I looked back. He didn't chase after me like I expected him to. He let me go. I turned around and focused on the road, not even bothering to look back.

Ugh, I hate Andy... Such a jerk. But I have to admit, I love writing as Rachel. Anyway, please review!

~LDD