Monica was happy. She was happy! She and Rachel had a sleepover, and Rachel stayed at Monica's. Monica was thrilled. Rachel and her had gotten really close, so close that Monica told her everything. Monica told Rachel about Chandler. Rachel had tood Monica he hs a huge crush on her. Monica wasn't sure.
They were back at school now, and Monica had never been so happy. She had friends! They had maths now, and as usual Chandler and Monica has finished their work early, so they sat chatting, and Monica saw Rachel get up and walk over. She smiled at Monica.
"Saturday was great. I don't think I've ever had so much fun!" Rachel said. Monica heard Chandler laugh.
"Oh, you had fun did you?" He spluttered and Monica hit him playfully.
"Shut up Chandler. Mon, I love your hamster! What was his name again?" Rachel asked.
"Snowflake." Monica said.
"You have a hamster? How do you manage to keep him in the same house as your cat?" Chandler asked.
"Cat? Monica's parents won't let her have a cat or a dog. What are you talking about Chandler?" Rachel scoffed, and walked off. Monica froze.
Oh no.
Monica looked over at Chandler, who was staring at nothing. He suddenly slapped his book closed and grabbed his bag, and stormed out of the classroom. The class sat still chatting. Monica looked around for the teacher, who was helping someone at the back. Monica crept out and stood in the empty hallway. How the hell was she supposed to explain this one?
How was she even going to find Chandler?
The school was quite huge. She walked down the hallway, and pushed a door open to the outside. She saw him straight away. She walked up gingerly, and sat down next to him. He didn't even react. She put her hand over his shyly. He moved his hand and she looked at him.
"I have so many questions." He said suddenly.
"What are they?" She asked.
"Why did you do that? When did you do it?" He asked. She didn't reply. "Why did you lie to me?" He asked, his voice cracking.
"I knew you would flip out. Which you are."
"Do you expect me not to?!" He exclaimed.
"I don't know." She whispered.
"This is too hard. I'm done." He said, standing up.
"Done with what?" She asked.
"This. Us... you. I'm done." He picked up his bag and walked off...
Leaving Monica alone outside in the breeze to think.