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Author's Note: Hello, hello! Here I am with another chapter and I'll try to post another two. The next chapter will be a BIG one! Thanks for all the awesome reviews! ENJOY!

She taps her pencil against her notebook anxiously, glancing at the clock again. Incredulous that there's still forty-five minutes left in class, she heaves a sigh and tries to ignore she silent prodding behind her, coming from the person she wishes she could forget.

After gaining composure after her shaky reaction to the confrontation, she strode out with a confident mask. Artie was quick to find her and congratulate her on an 'epic ass-kicking' and 'smacking them down like the hand of God' and she was extremely appreciative of him. He talked really fast about how shocked Mr. Schue was and how Finn nearly broke down but she tuned out when she saw Finn watching them from his locker intently. They had locked eyes for a brief moment, his eyes pleading and hers stone cold but she had turned away, looking back to Artie.

The silent longing from her ex had been a burden all day and now she sits in English, feeling his eyes burning into her back from his position behind her. His long legs stretch into her space as he slumps and she can feel his knee bouncing nervously, making the floor vibrate. She can tell he's chewing on his pen thoughtfully, his thoughts swirling with things he wants to say but won't come out the right way.

He exhales loudly with frustration, sitting up straighter and thrumming his fingers against the desk. She glowers at the clock again as if it'll make time go by faster. The seconds tick by like hours and she frowns deeply, squirming in her chair when she feels his eyes on her back.

He jumps a bit, the lightbulb practically beaming above his head as he tears a sheet noisily from his notebook, clicking his pen a few times before beginning to write. She can hear him scribbling furiously, the sound scratchy from how hard he's pressing down on the page. She wonders where the sudden urgency came from but pretends that she's not intrigued and curious. He keeps writing in determination, stopping occasionally to think or to scuff something out with a low growl and she listens to each huff or pause, gnawing on her lip anxiously.

She looks at the clock again, seeing that he's been writing for a good twenty-five minutes without stopping for more than a few seconds. As if on cue, he ceases his essay with a soft breath. He clicks his pen and places it down, picking up the sheet of paper and examining it. When he seems to be satisfied, he digs through his pencil case and pulls out something, scribbling something quickly onto it. She swallows nervously, gauging the new silence. She can practically hear him thinking.

He clears his throat gently and she ignores it, eyes dropping to her notebook as she pretends to take notes. His knee bounces as he clears his throat a little louder, pursing his lips. She continues to feign oblivion. He then coughs loudly and drops something by her feet clumsily, attempting to be stealthy. He begins to thrum his fingers against the desk again, his foot tapping the leg of her chair, silently pressing.

"Are you alright, Mr. Hudson?" Mr. Connor asks with a quirked eyebrow from the front of the room. "Do you need to excuse yourself for a drink?"

Finn's head snaps up in fright before shaking his head. "N-no, sir" he stammers. "Sorry."

Mr. Connor rolls his eyes, turning back to the whiteboard. She can sense Finn's relief as he continues pressing silently, telling her to pick up the sticky note he tossed. He grows more frustrated, fidgeting again as he leans forward. He hisses a "psst" and she huffs, bending over to pick up the sticky note, chancing a glance at his eager face. He smiles nervously with a wave and she glares in return, turning her back to him as she slowly opens the note to see his distinctive printing.

Hey Rach...I know you're pissed at me but can we talk? We really need to. :( please?

She sighs in irritation, pushing the note aside. She can feel him slump sadly, prodding her once again to respond. After a second of deliberation, she grabs the note and writes a large 'NO', pressing the pen hard against the sticky note. She glances up at Mr. Connor to see him busy so she slyly runs a hand through her hair, dropping the note on his desk before leaning back forward, scolding herself not to turn around. She glimpses desperately at the clock. Fifteen minutes. She can make it.

She can feel his frown and to her dismay, he starts scribbling again. He tosses at her again and she rolls her eyes, opening it.

Why? I have to explain. Please? Please Rach?

She grinds her teeth and seethes, tearing a new sticky note from her pile as she scrawls a hasty, angry response.

Absolutely not...I will not subject myself to any more of your excuses. You should be paying attention and NOT writing absurd notes to me about explaining your deplorable actions when you probably will toy carelessly with my heart again. I don't need you to explain. You've made it clear that I mean nothing to you. Now LEAVE ME ALONE!

She passes it back to him, crossing her arms lividly steaming. She can feel him deflate behind her but another spark of determination ignites within him as he replies yet again. He tosses it to her and she quickly opens it.

Come on, Rach, please? We really have to talk. I won't hurt your feelings and of course you mean something to me. Please? I won't stop until you say yes. I don't give up that easy, remember? ;)

She turns back a scowls viciously at him and he gives her an awkward, pleading smile. She clicks her tongue in vexation, writing him back.

Of course you don't give up easily...how witty (sarcasm by the way). Why are you even talking to me? I'm a freak, remember?

She fumes quietly, hoping that's the last of his notes but she knows it isn't. He scrawls desperately across the sticky, flustered and throws it back to her.

I didn't mean it! Please, Rach...let me explain. I owe you that. Then you can tell me about last night and I won't be mean. PLEASE? I'm sorry.

She clenches her jaw, her hand flying across the sticky, before hurling it back at his surprised face. It hits him in the nose and he blinks, stunned before picking up the paper.

Sorry? You don't know the meaning of the word. Sorry means you're not going to do it again. How do I know you won't be a jerk again? I don't feel like wasting my time. So STOP!

He frowns deeply, taking a moment to deliberate his response. He writes slower and with more purpose before gently tossing it to her.

Please? Just hear me out.

She runs a hand through her hair with a long sigh, staring at the words. She doesn't want to listen to him. She wants to forget about him. He was so mean to her and she's sick of dealing with it. She will not hear him out.

She nods with determination, pressing her pen down to the note.

Fine. You get five minutes.

Damn it.

AN#2: ooooh what will Finn say? what will Rachel's reaction be? STAY TUNED!

Next Chapter: hearing Finn out

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