Disclaimer: I don't own GLEE or its characters though I wish I did.
Author's Note: Last chapter of the night! IT'S A BIG ONE! Sorry if it's bad but I'mdyingofexhaustion. WARNING: ANGSTY! I couldn't help myself! This story might be longer than I expected! Anyways, enjoy!
She wrings her hands and gnaws nervously on her lip, glancing down the hall again. When she doesn't see him, she exhales shakily and wipes her sweaty palms on her skirt, scolding herself to calm down.
It's been so long since she's waited for him by his locker...it's extremely nerve-racking. She's so damn nervous. And worried. It makes her feel sick. Will he remember? What will he say if she reminds him? Will everything be okay again?
Confronting your ex-boyfriend and trying to convince him you shared a passionate kiss and declared your undying love for each other while he was drunk off his ass is something she'd thought she'd never do. However when Finn Hudson is in the equation, anything can happen.
She sees his looming frame and her heart pounds loudly in her ears. He looks so hungover it's not even funny. He looks like a zombie. But he's still beautiful as he traipses gloomily and sleepily down the hall, yawning widely.
She swallows thickly as she replays her words over in her head and when he spots her by his locker, a look of shock graces his stunning face. Her heart jumps. It quickly morphs into a guarded mask as he stomps over, a bitter sneer on his lips.
Her chest tightens severely when the realization hits her: he doesn't remember. He's maintaing his hatred and sour facade. Her face falls instantly, suddenly becoming shy as he approaches, ignoring her.
"Hi" she squeaks timidly.
"Why are you talking to me?" he challenges curtly. "I have to get to my locker."
"I-I-I...umm" she stammers helplessly. She clears her throat anxiously and laughs nervously but he doesn't budge. "I was just wondering if you're feeling okay this morning?"
"Why do you care?" he snaps angrily.
"Because you called me last night" she mumbles. "And I drove you home."
His jaw drops incredulously but he quickly closes it, rolling his eyes. "So what?" he questiosn rhetorically. "I was drunk off my ass...it's not like it meant anything. My mom told me anyways. I didn't believe her but whatever." He gives her an annoyed look. "Can you move? You're standing in front of my locker."
"You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" she inquires softly and sadly.
"No" he replies, sounding suspicious. "Why?"
She deliberates for a long moment before sighing. "I did more than drive you home, Finn" she murmurs. "You told me you loved me. I found the box of stuff under your chair that had all of our memories and you told me they were your best. They were my best, too. You told me you were unhappy. Then we kissed and it was so real, Finn." She chokes up. "It was perfect. And I told you I loved you, too and you promised you wouldn't forget. You said that if you did, you wanted me to remind you." She stares desperately at his shocked face. "You believe me, don't you?"
He opens and closes his mouth blankly for a minute before furrowing his brow and shaking his head angrily. "You're lying" he growls. "I don't believe you. Is this your desperate attempt to get me to forgive you or something? Are you really that pathetic?"
Tears flood her eyes from the sting of his words. "No, Finn" she says emotionally, her voice breaking. "I'm telling the truth. You have to believe me...things were looking up. We were honest. Please-"
"Even if it had happened" he snarls, cutting her off. "I wouldn't tell you that I loved you. Even if I was so drunk that I thought jumping off a bridge would be a good idea, I wouldn't say I loved you and I wouldn't kiss you. Booze isn't truth syrum. I don't love you, Rachel. I don't need you. When are you going to get that through your head?"
His harsh words burn her as she begins to openly sob, shaking her head. "You're the one who's lying" she cries grabbing his arm. "Stop denying it! Enough with the games! We love each other-"
He scoffs. "I can't believe you're that obsessed with me" he says mockingly, glaring lividly at her as she pulls on his arm. "Just stop stalking me...you're not going to get me back. And a little tip, Rachel: if you weren't suck a freak...maybe someone would actually like you!"
Her hands falls limply off of him and he shakes it off all the way as she takes a step back, the tears becoming merciless. "Did you just call me a freak?" she whispers in disbelief.
He freezes as he opens the door, his eyes widening. He remains silent but frozen, unsure of what to say.
"Out of everyone I know" she breathes, her voice broken. "I never thought you'd call me that or say I'm those things." She shakes her head, her chest heaving. "I can't believe you'd say something like that."
He turns toward her, his eyes frightened and regretful. "I-I didn't mean that" he stammerstaking a step closer. "I didn't mean it like that, Rach..."
He reaches out for her but he shakes him off, almost in a scared manner. She shakes her head in devastation, crossing her arms self-consciously across her chest and opening her mouth, wanting to say something but no words could describe how hurt she feels. He stares at her blankly and she finally gives into the sobs that rack her body, sprinting down the hall ignoring the perplexed or snickering students around her.
She flies into the bathroom and collapses once she enters, crying into her hands.
A freak. Everyone calls her it. It's never killed her emtionally.
But the person she loves called her a freak and it's so heart-wrenching, she can't breathe. The reason it hurts beyond possibility is the thought that creeps into her mind, making a fresh batch of tears cascade down her cheeks:
Maybe she is a freak.
AN#2: ANGST! So sad, eh? Hope I didn't disappoint...it'll get better soon, people! I promise :)
Next Chapter: ? Maybe a certain someone realizing they need TIME and...something awesome ;)
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