Rachel was crying on her bed when she heard a knock.
"Rachel? Its me, Sam" he slowly opened the door
She wiped her eyes "Come in"
He sat next to her.
"What the hell?" Sam said
"I swear, Sam. I didn't hit her. I would never do that. But no one believes me. They'll find any reason to hate me. They all hate me" she was looking down
"I don't hate you, Rachel. But look at me" she looked up
"Did you hit her?"
"No"
"Then why would she say you did? And what about the black eye" he asked
"She said I did it because she feels threatened by me. When we performed, I think she thought I was better than her. Hell, I was better than her" that made Sam smile, but then he got serious again
"What about the black eye?"
"It was make-up, which was very flawed" Rachel said, feeling a little better
Sam didn't say anything.
"She just wanted attention. Just like always" Sam whispered, getting angry
"I can't believe I looked up to her" Rachel said.
"I'm gonna make sure you're back in glee club tomorrow" Sam got up,
"I promise"