It was Friday morning and Rachel spent more time getting ready in the mirror then usual. She didn't just throw on jeans and a shirt she carefully and methodically thought of what to wear. Her thoughts were disrupted by a honk from outside. She looked out the window and saw Richard.

"No motorcycle today?" Rachel smirked.

"No, I wanted to give you a ride and I didn't think you would enjoy being on my motorcycle." Richard explained.

"You are taking me to school?" She asked confused.

"Yes I am. I want to make sure you get there and get there on time." Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at Richard leaning against his black Lamborghini. "So are you going to go to school like that?" Richard looked Rachel up and down.

"I have nothing to wear." Rachel complained.

"Weird. I would've never picked you as girl who would stress about what to wear for school." Richard said and Rachel raced back into the house to change. Richard was right about Rachel; she never before stressed about clothing, but that was before she met Richard who was changing her ever so slightly. Rachel ended up wearing gray yoga pants and a black jacket and hopped into the fancy car.

"Nice car." Rachel stated looking at the cool features of the car around her.

"Thanks, Bruce let me borrow it." Richard said.

"Who's Bruce?" Rachel asked pushing buttons now. Richard laughed at the curiosity she had for the car. "This is so fancy. I have never been in anything like this." Rachel said.

"Bruce is my adoptive father and yeah I am pretty lucky to have a car with all these gadgets." Richard said driving to school.

"You are adopted?" Rachel said finally focusing on something else.

"Yeah. Parents died when I was young and I was very fortunate to have Bruce adopt me."

"Wow. I... I didn't know. You don't seem like someone who would be adopted." Rachel whispered.

Richard let out a small laugh. "And how would someone who was adopted be like?"

"I don't know. Not like you. You seem like you have everything so put together, if that make sense." Rachel shrugged.

"Theres alot you dont know Rcahel." Richard replied and he drove silence for awhile. "So how is your dad? I know you told me you lost your mom." Richard asked.

"There is not much to say." Rachel looked sad and looked down at the floor if the car.

"Where does he work?"

"I don't know." Rachel said looking out the window now, wanting to change the subject.

"How do you not..."

"My father is the last thing I want to talk about okay!" Rachel stated cutting Richard off.

"Sorry I didn't know." Richard said pulling into the parking lot. Richard looked over at Rachel and she was itching at her arm. "Let me see it." Richard said with a hand out.

"No."

"Rachel. Let me see your arm." Rachel pulled her arm closer to herself. "Now!" He demanded.

"If I do. I don't want any questions." Richard nodded at Rachel's deal. Rachel handed her arm over and she looked away closing her eyes and bracing herself for pain.

"Calm down. I just want to see it; I won't touch it." Richard said pulling up her sleeve. Richard gasped from the sight. There was a deep cut in her arm that was bruised and had dry blood. The cut was so deep Richard thought he could see the bone. It also looked like it had not been taken care of. "How did you did this?" Richard asked sternly.

"You can't ask any questions, remember." Rachel teased.

"This isn't a joke Rachel. How did you get this... Wait..." Rachel could see Richard's head turning as thoughts were racing in his head and he was piecing it all together now. "Did your father do this!"

"We're going to be late to class." Rachel said an yanked her arm away from Richard and got out of the car. Richard raced after her.

"We're going to the nurse." Richard said pulling Rachel the other way.

"I can't go to the nurse. They will ask questions and then they will find out."

"Good. They need to know. This is why you act like this."

"Act like what? Me?" Rachel said offended by what Richard said. She was angry now and she full on pushed Richard out of her way.

"No, Rachel that's not what I meant to say. I meant.."

"What did you mean Richard." Rachel and Richard were now in the hallway yelling at each other and everyone's attention was on them.

"Rachel, quiet down please and let's talk about this somewhere else."

"Stop telling me what to do." Rachel said pushing past him. "You think you know what's right for me, well you don't. The minute the nurse finds out what happened they will call child services and I get put with a foster family and not everyone is lucky like you to get the perfect rich foster family." Rachel said and the bell rang. Everyone around them scurried to class while Richard and Rachel stared at each other for a long time.

"I didn't think about that." Richard admitted.

"That's right. You didn't think at all." Rachel said beginning to walk to class.

"Whoa, Rachel wait a minute I am just trying to help you."

"When are you going to realize that I don't want your help." Rachel said.

"It doesn't matter if you want it because you need it. What I was trying to say earlier is that your father is making you this closed off person that hates everything. Just think of how you can be open and free with out him." Rachel was quiet thinking about what Richard said. The silence was broken by a passing teacher, Mr. Mod.

"What are you two doing in the hallway, you should be in class."

"We were just going." Richard said.

"Go ahead Richard, not you Rachel. You go to the principal's office now."

"What? That's not fair. You can't do that to her." Richard said in Rachel's defense.

"Fine, go ahead Mr. Grayson join the trouble maker." Mr. Mod said walking away. Both the teens were walking to the principal's office in silence. Their fight was huge and definitely created a rift between them, but Richard learned to much about her today to give up on her now.
"You're not a troublemaker, you are just misunderstood." Richard said opening the door for Rachel.

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