Quinn POV:
Finn's a good guy, but he's been taken away from me by that evil, toddler-fashionized, MIDGET. I mean, if im not with him, how will I win prom queen next year?
As I walked down the hall, holding Finn's hand, I thought about something. He hasn't said ONE "I love you" to me since Prom. He's called off every date, and we haven't kissed.
Maybe he doesn't like me.
"Finn?" I asked.
"Yeah?" He looked down at his feet.
"Do you love me?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Really? It seems like you like Rachel."
He turned to me.
"Quinn, I like you, but…"
"You'd rather be with her?" I practically shouted. Now, I was angry.
"Well, look.. can we talk about this later?" He whispered.
"Why, you don't want RACHEL to hear?" I yelled.
Finn turned around. Rachel was standing there, watching us. As soon as she saw me glare at her, She whipped her head around and pretended to organize her locker.
"Eavesdrop, much?" I said.