YVETTE

"Ready to go back to my place?" Rachel asks.

"Yeah!"

I drop my keys on the table and followed Rachel out of the bar.

She leads me to a blue mini van. It's completely dark out, but she tells me to wait, so I lean against the side door of her car as she climbs in and starts the ignition. I scan the car park and silently note that Rita has not yet made her way out to my car.

Damn, I almost let it slip that I was in love with her just now. Bad move, Monreal.

"Hey," Rachel says, suddenly.

She's in the backseat now, her shirt and skirt conveniently taken off.

Wow, she's like, really, really desperate for this, isn't she.

I fake a smile, pull open the car door and climb in.

We've been going at it for like ten to fifteen minutes when Rachel starts pulling my shirt off my head (it's been like her fourth attempt now). I know that once my shirt comes off, we're going all the way.

"C'mon, help me out here," Rachel breathes.

This is it. The moment I decide whether or not I am really going to do it with Rachel. Usually, my shirt would have been off ten minutes ago, but after that moment in the bar with Rita…

I pull back from Rachel, knocking my head against the top of her mini van.

She misinterprets it as a sign that I was taking off my shirt, and giggles when I let out an involuntary "Ow".

We look at each other for ten seconds, and she slowly realizes that this is not happening. (Which is kinda awkward considering I'm half straddling her).

"I'm sorry…I can't." I say quietly.

"I'm okay if this is just a one night stand, Yvette. C'mon," she begs.

"I really can't…"

"It's f*cking Rita isn't it?"

I don't respond and she proceeds to push me off her.

"Get. The. F*ck. Out. Of. My. Car."

She leans across me and opens the door, kicking me out as she sobbed loudly. I usually feel bad about this, but I surprisingly feel…relieved.

Yay! Yvette! You've successfully undressed a woman and then left her naked in her car, refusing sex! You've officially hit a new low.

I straighten out my clothes as I watch her drive away (naked).

I look across the car lot and see my car with the headlights on. Damn. She's still here?

I pretend to run after the blue mini-van that would inevitably cross paths with the car that the girl I am in love with is driving.

As I expected, she pulls the car up next to me and winds down the car window. I can tell that she's been crying, but I decide not to say anything about it.

"Hey!" I smirk. "Thank god you're still here. Rachel…I…bitches be like cra-"

Before I knew it, she's stuck her head out of the window and decided to kiss me with a kind of intensity that she's never used when we were on screen.

I pull myself closer to her and we kiss for like, a whole ten seconds before she finally pulled away.

We stare at each other like deer caught by a car's headlight.

Finally, she lets out a cackle and says, "I'm like, f*cking wasted right now."

There's a part of me that knows she's lying, but if she obviously wasn't ready to talk about it, I wasn't going to force her and ruin this enormous first step that she took, because she obviously had feelings for me. I dance my happy Yvette dance on the inside like a cringe-worthy teenage dork.

"Crawl over. I'll drive." I instruct.

I drop Rita off at her house and watched as she walked in a perfectly straight line back to her front door, confirming my suspicions that she was nowhere near the "f*cking wasted" stage she claimed to be in, thus supporting the idea that she initiated the kiss because she was into me.

Rachel who? Ha.

I take the short cut home and crash on the living room couch. It was kinda a long day…

The next time I see Rita is on Monday. We barely exchanged texts over the weekend, only a "Are you feeling better" from me and an awkward, "Yeah, what the hell happened man?" from her.

Now I was kind of confused, because it wasn't like Rita to deny something like that.

Maybe she really was drunk. Huh.

I drive to work early hoping to catch a few minutes with Rita before the table read for our second last episode, but instead, found a really angry Katie who cornered me the minute I got out of the car.

"Hey! Yvette! How was your group hang?" she asks, with a slight sarcasm that hinted I should probably walk away from this really quickly.

"It was…good! How was your weekend?"

"It was…GOOD?" she echoes angrily, punching me really hard on the shoulder.

"OW! What is your freaking problem?"

"My problem is that you invite MY best friend to your stupid little GROUP HANG just so you can bang a random chick!"

"Okay, lady, let me clarify a few things. Firstly, I did not bang the random chick. And secondly, what's the big deal? It's not like Rita has feelings for me," I say, starting to get pissed off.

"Well maybe she does." Katie says, suddenly calm and somber.

"Well then maybe, she shouldn't kiss me and then pretended she was drunk and proceed to ignore me for the rest of the weekend," I say, sulking off.