To add on to the suspense of the Joey Mona thing I decided to write about Rachel. Luv ya all! R&R!
Rachel got ready for her date with Mark. She wanted to love him but she just didn't. He was sweet, hot and great. But she didn't love him because she and Ross broke up because of him. She put on a Dolce & Gabbana mini skirt and a revealing black shirt. He knocked on the door and when she opened it she saw Mark standing there with a bouquet of red roses.
"Hi," he said. "You look…wow. And your hair is so…wow."
"Well, now that we've established that I look wow, let's go." When they got to the restaurant, he ordered the best and most expensive red wine.
"Look, Rach, I've loved you for so long, but the time always sucked."
"Mark, you're my friend."
"We slept together last night. And you can't say it wasn't great."
"I wouldn't know, I was wasted."
"Okay. For me it was great. Look, if you really think this is weird, we can go back to my place, no sexual meaning intended, I'll make some coffee and we can talk about what the hell you're doing here instead of Paris." She loved joking around with Mark. She so wanted to love him but she just couldn't. When they got to his house, she told him all about Paris.
"We had this really nice apartment and this…." All of a sudden, Mark started kissing her. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Can we just try it when you're not wasted? Rach you're so damn sexy."
"Mark, no, you're in the friend zone."
"So, you and Ross were in the friend zone too."
"Yeah but not as long as we were."
"Fine." He offered her some beer and then tried again. "Can't you just give me a chance? You're the sexiest girl I've ever met. Even sexier than my ex-wife." He softly kissed her lips. "Maybe you'll even like it if you're not drunk." She remembered how much she wanted to love him so she kissed him back and before she knew it they were having sex. While they were having sex, Rachel started crying.
"What's wrong?" asked Mark.
"It's just that me and Ross broke up because of you. And having sex with you reminds me of Ross."
"Look Rach, I'm so sick of hearing about Ross. It's over between you guys. I planned on having sex with you tonight and I'll get what I want." He pushed her onto the bed got on top of her. He wouldn't really do this, would he? She thought to herself. No, if he loves me he won't do it.
"Please Mark," she begged, "just think about what you're doing. Please."
"No, I've had enough. I've spent the past 11 years wanting you and I'll have you even if it's like this."
"Wasn't last night enough?"
"No because I knew that you would have done the exact same thing to any other guy. I've been nice to you and I've helped you. You just would never love me because of Ross. That jackass. You try to tell me that I broke you guys up but it was really because he's a horny bastard and had sex with that copygirl." Rachel started sobbing. She kicked and screamed at him but he didn't care. Nobody cares about me and no one will come save me. Why would he do this? I thought he was my friend. When he was done, he kicked her and said, "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will come to your house and kill you. Understand?" She gulped and nodded her head. She ran home to take a shower because she felt so dirty. She tried to clear her mind but the words I was just raped rang in her head.