This chapter was requested by sranupama2005.

What they said was:

"I liked the creative ideas. And I also have a request. Can you write a chapter on Rachel?"

So I said: "Totally!" And then I realised that no one could hear me except for people that didn't know what was happening. So, yeah.

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There's a girl at my school. That can never be a good start to a sentence, huh?

Anyway, there's a girl at my school, Goode High. Her name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare. And I have a crush on her. Yeah, it's Goode, not Clarion Ladies Academy. Cry me a river.

My name is Samuel. Samuel Cooper. Sandy blond hair and green eyes. I used to think my green eyes were cool, but mine are fricking dull compared to Rachel's. Rachel's are emerald green and they look great with her fiery red hair.

She's just so cool. If I had to describe her in 3 words, they'd be artistic, activist and... well, herself. She doesn't give half a shit what other people think. If she comes to school wearing an obnoxiously bright tie-dye shirt and someone says something negative about it, she'll wear a brighter one tomorrow! And I love that about her.

I want to ask her out, but it's harder than just forming words. There should be a book written about how to do things with girls. How to compliment them, get to know them, play it cool around your crush, all that type of stuff. And it's weird, because even though there's not a book, it still feels like anything I come up with isn't going to go well. Why is this so hard? Rachel's my friend.

But, maybe, that's what makes it hard. I don't want to get rejected, but I don't want to mess up our friendship either. Like, if I asked her out and she said no, wouldn't that make things awkward between us? Or would we act like it never happened? Or, worst-case scenario, Rachel didn't like me so much after that, she wouldn't even talk to me? She'd act like she ever knew me! Oh, God. This is stressful.

Alright, I'd just have to man up, stare rejection in the eyes and keep the crying to a minimum. Yes, what could go wrong with that plan?


"Uh, Rachel?" I gripped my backpack strap tightly.

"Yeah, Samuel?" she asked cheerfully.

"So, uh, I... I, um, was w-wondering... did you like yesterday's lunch?" I blurted out and mentally face-palmed. Lunch? LUNCH? Where did that come from?!

"Oh, uh, I brought my own lunch," Rachel said, seeming quite indifferent about the situation. I hoped she couldn't see my face turning red and green at the same time.

"Really? Cool, cool, cool. Well, see you," I practically ran to the boys' restroom.

I wanted to bang my head on the wall (I actually did. It hurt.)! What was wrong with me? Why would I do that? UGH.

I looked at myself sternly in the mirror. "You, mister, are going to go out there, forget the words that just came out of your idiot mouth and ASK. HER OUT." Damn. I'd lost it. I was talking to myself in a bathroom.

"Um... okay," A voice came from one of the stalls and I felt my face redden. Great. Now someone knew I'd lost it.


"Hey, Rachel?" I had caught up to the redhead.

"Yeah?" She replied, not knowing that this was the most nervous I'd been in my life.

"When I asked you about lunch earlier? I didn't mean to say that. It just came out," I cringed, maybe it wasn't best to bring up that encounter.

"So... what did you mean to ask?" Rachel asked suspiciously.

"Willyougooutwithme?" Hmm. Maybe I should be an auctioneer. That was fast.

"Uh... bless you?" Rachel raised an eyebrow at my burst of words.

"No, no," I sucked in a deep breath and let out a ragged sigh. "Will you go out with me?" I still said it exceptionally fast, but apparently, Rachel understood.

"Oh, um, Samuel. I, uh, I can't do that." I felt my heart sink in my chest. I groaned. Was it the way I asked? Was it what I said earlier? Does she think I was a complete moron? Because I sure do. Or... was it me? Does she not like me. Maybe she's never liked me. She just felt sorry for me.

"Don't take it like that!" Rachel snapped me out of my self-pity-party. "It's just, well, it's complicated, but, long story short, my parents don't want me to date anyone right now."

"Yeah, right," I said miserably.

"It's true! They don't want me to. And if you have a problem with that, you can try and get a meeting with my parents."

I still didn't believe her. And I didn't like being lied to. "Let's just forget this ever happened. But... but, I know you're lying. And I don't want to be lied to," I voiced my thoughts, "So, let's not talk anymore." That was probably the hardest thing I've ever done.

Rachel sighed. "Fine." I expected her to protest me calling her a liar, but nope.

And that's how I lost Rachel Elizabeth Dare as a friend.


That was bad.

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