It's nearly been a week since the incident. And it's been 6 hours since the cheerleader has been using 3 tissue boxes. As if she owned the bathroom, everyone knew the bathroom would be Fabray's first place to go in school, and then it would be Rachel after suffering from slushie attacks.
Creakkkkkk, creakkk. Rachel slowly opened the door. Quinn freezed for a moment.
"It's Me, Quinn." Rachel moaned.
She relaxed, her shoulders were down, continuing to wipe her tears. Quinn was a pretty girl, Rachel thought. She stood beside Quinn and tried comforting her.
"Berry. Set me up." Quinn demanded.
Rachel instantly looked shocked, the most popular girl is asking me to set her up? If it was going to stop her cry, then Rachel would do it. She was desperate to become close friends with Fabray.
"With the perverted idiot?" Rachel protested.
"No, stupid. Finn. The sweetheart." Quinn pouted. Rachel rolled her eyes, she was thinking if she still wanted to set her up with Finn, after she called her stupid. Quinn finally had the guts to look at Rachel's face; you can read her sad eyes.
"Please, please, please, please, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!" Quinn begged.
Rachel grabbed her bag and went to the dirty bathroom stall.
"I'm sorry. Quinn. I don't want to be your friend. I don't think you should be with that Finn, because I know you deserve better. I hate Slushie's..."
She locked the bathroom stall, ready to change. When she was about to take off her shirt, she heard whispering sounds. Was Quinn talking to herself? Okay Berry, it's time to eavesdrop.
"I'm going to be with Finn someday, bye Berry." Rachel put her ear against the door, wanting to hear more, and then she heard the door shut, she was gone.
I'm so sorry Quinn.