A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys! But here's an update, finally! Thank you guys for all the reviews! They are AMAZING! :):) Now someone said that it is unnecessary for me to write such long author notes...well, my advice is...don't read them! I like to ramble haha it's part of my charm, but I apologize if you don't like it! Anyways, here is a long chapter! WOOOOO! It gives a little bit of background and it finally has a Faberry meeting! EEEEEK lol anyways, enjoy! :):):) Love you all!
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She's absolutely stunning. I mean, she always was, but now she's definitely matured with age. Her hair is long and curly, just as it used to be, but it was a slightly darker shade of blonde, though it held highlights. Her eyes, mesmorizing as always, had glasses that made her look like a complete nerd. An adorable one, but one none the less. She wore a dark purple blouse that was slightly tucked into her black pencil skirt and I could of sworn that my pupils were dialating. She's still gorgeous. I nod.
"Quinn." I say, not taking my eyes off of her for a moment. She stands up and looks as if she wants to say something but before she can another blonde cuts in.
"Wow, it's really awkwad in here." All eyes turn to the tiny blonde who smiles in a way that is just so Brittany. Speaking of, the woman herself is staring at me with sympathetic but smiling eyes. How is that even possible? My eyes flicker to hers briefly before sending a subtle glare in the direction of the latina who is smirking.
"Well, kid, it wasn't me who made it awkward in here." I say, throwing a pointed look at the younger blonde. She smiles and shrugs her shoulders.
"I was just saying the tr-t..." She thinks for a moment and smiles even brighter than before. "..the truth! Right momma?" She asks, and turns to Brittany who smiles and nods. I roll my eyes. I can't help it when my eyes stray back to Quinn who is still staring at me.
"Rachel, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" My dad asks, sipping on some coffee. I have half a mind to scold him for inviting these people over. Especially Quinn. However, I don't and I shrug.
"Fine. My nose feels like I smashed my face into a brick wall and i'm hungover, but i'm fine." I say, sighing as I take another drink of my black coffee.
"What happened to your nose?" Brittany questions, her eyebrows raised. I scoff.
"I met Kitty." I answer and she silently mouths 'ohhhh' and nods. "My nose also met the dash of her car. It was exhilirating." I deadpan.
"Doesn't sound fun to me." Savannah says, shrugging once again. I go to say something but stop when Santana sends me a warning look.
I subtly glance at Quinn again, seeing that she is looking at me and for a moment, it makes me uncomfortable. She seems to be scrutinizing me and I don't like it...yet, I do. If that makes sense. I'm about to ask her why she is staring at me when my phone rings.
I'm kind of embarrassed when the song 'Bootylicious' blares from my phone. Damn Justice all to hell. Everyone in the room looks at me with raised eyebrows. I smile nervously and answer the phone.
"You changed the ringtone on my phone again?!" I growl into the phone and I immediately hear her chuckling on the other end.
"Of course I did, bestie. I'm hot. Bootylicious in fact. Therefore, I dubbed it as my song." She states, and I roll my eyes.
"You're lucky I love you." I say, chuckling slightly. "You're still a bit-" I pause, looking at the young blonde in the room. I shouldn't care, but yet, I do. "...a...you suck." I say, lamely. Justice busts out laughing.
"That's sad, Berry. Even for you. Put my on speakerphone, I wanna say hi to the elder Berries!" She says, and I roll my eyes, putting her on speaker.
"Go ahead." I say, and hold the phone up so my dads can hear. "...but there's a kid in here." As well as everyone else.
"A kid? Hmmm...alright. Hi Berries Squared!"
Both dad and daddy smile brightly, having met Justice a number of times up in LA. They always said that if she had been a lesbian, she would be the girl to go after...besides Quinn. I would always roll my eyes. The three of them together was bad news.
"Hi sweetheart! How are you?" My dad asks, smiling.
"I'm great! Just helped helped out with the birth of a calf! It was amazing."
"Ugh, that sounds disgusting." I say, chuckling slightly. Justice laughs.
"No more disgusting than you entertaining that blonde Italian woman from your office on my kitchen counter." I huff out a breath and wince as my eyes meet my dads. They frown and look at me disapprovingly. Great. My eyes shift briefly to Quinn, and i'm unsure about the look on her face.
"Haha, you're so funny. Why don't you quit while you're ahead, Jus? You know that you totally win in the creepiest person department." I say, and there's silence for a moment in which I smile.
"Whatever, ho slice, " I wince and smile lightly at Brittany for the curse word, though I don't know why, "...so anyways, did you find that girl? You know, the one that..." I scramble to turn my phone off of speakerphone, praying that I make it in time before she utters more embarrassing things about me.
"Ahh..." I get out, finally clicking the button and pulling the phone to my ear again. "No need to talk about nothing. Nope. Just...never again." I say, letting out a subtle sigh of relief.
"...ok. You're weird. Either that or said girl is sitting right in front of you!"
Justice practically yells and I can hear the excitement in her voice. I wince. Shit. She starts to laugh and I suddenly have an image of her pointing and laughing at me.
"Shut up." I mumble into the phone as everyone's eyes seem to be on mine. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." I say only to hear her immediately protest before I hang up.
"Who was that, Berry?" Santana questions, her eyes holding amusement. I glare at her.
"Ya, who's dat, Berry?" Her mini spawn questions, and I raise an eyebrow.
"Savannah, that's not nice." Brittany scolds her, and she looks properly chastised. "San..." Brittany says in warning causing the latina to let out a sigh.
"Sorry." She mumbles, and I smirk. I almost make a whipping sound but Quinn's voice startles me.
"I...how are..." Quinn takes a breath and looks at me. "How have you been, Rach?" Quinn questions, hesitantly. There's something else in her tone but I can't really decipher it yet.
"I'm fine." I answer, turning my eyes away from her. "I'm successful." I say, pausing as I see her nod. "I've brought in more new and popular artists than anyone else in the company I work for, and i've got a penthouse up in Los Angeles and i'm living the dream." I say, smirking widely as I take another sip of my coffee. I hear Santana scoff and I almost tell the bitch to fuck off, but...damn that kid that...is currently staring at me. What the hell? "Umm, do I have something on my face, kid?"
"No...you look sad." She says, and I almost rear back in shock. Almost. How the hell? I let out a chuckle.
"I'm perfectly happy, kid. No worries." I say, and shake my head.
"She has a name, Berry." Santana growls, and I roll my eyes.
"So do I, but I don't hear you saying it. Good example you're setting for your kid, Lopez." I bark out, and I swear the latina has smoke coming out of her ears.
"Rachel." My dad scolds, and I can't help but roll my eyes. I sigh.
"Whatever, I have work to do. Have fun with your little visit." I say, scowling as I set my mug down before stalking out of the room.
I don't make it very far, however, when I hear my name being called. I manage to make it outside the door, though. I take a deep breath and turn around to face the blonde standing before me.
"I'm sorry about Santana." She says, and I simply shrug.
"By now, i'm used to it, Brittany." I say, staring into those familiar blue eyes. I know by the look on her face that she's sad. I don't like seeing it there, but i'm not that caring girl anymore. At least, I don't want to be.
"Quinn was gonna come after you, but she was scared cause she thought you didn't want to talk to her." Brittany admits, and I honestly don't know what to say. "She misses you."
"I..." I pause when I realize I was about to return the sentiment. I wasn't suppose to get emotional. I needed to be tough. "Ya, I bet she misses me just as much as Santana did." I say, my voice emotionless.
"San is just...it's hard for her to see you like this. She knows that what she did to you in the past was wrong and she hates herself for how she acted back then. She does." Brittany says, and i'm shocked at how...adult she sounds. Brittany in high school was like...rainbows and butterflies. She was sort of...flighty? Now...I just don't know. "...and Quinn...she doesn't know how to act around you. So Santana is trying to help."
"It's kind of hard to believe that." I say, and I almost wince at my cold tone.
"Quinn is her bestie. She just wants to protect her, ya know?" She questions and I nod. I run a hand over my tired face and sigh.
"Ya. Whatever." I mumble, shaking my head. "Look, just...go back in there. I'm leaving and I don't wanna deal with this right now." I say, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I turn around and begin to walk towards my car...which is not there. Fuck. That's fine. I'll walk.
"I'm sorry, Rach." I hear the blonde say and I pause. I swallow roughly. "I'm sorry that I never said anything in High School. That I never helped you or stood up for you, eventhough I knew what they were doing was wrong. I'm sorry." Brittany says, and I close my eyes. I breath in and continue to walk away from the house. My heart, just a little bit lighter. Damn Brittany all to hell."
SAM'S PUB
As I made reached Sam's pub, I smile when I finally see my car. Fuck, my legs are kind of burning. Must be the hangover. I sigh and head towards my car when my phone suddenly starts ringing. I suck in a breath when I see that it's Trish calling. Fuck. I forgot to call her back. I lift the phone to my ear and before I even breath a word, the woman is talking.
"What the hell, Berry? I called earlier, expecting you to pick up with some progress and nothing? What's going on, sweetcheeks?" She asks, her voice firm. I sigh. "Gimme some good news. "
"I...umm, I haven't exactly met the girl yet." I admit, wincing. It's silent for a moment. "I mean...I haven't even been to the reunion." I say, hoping to get the pressure off of me.
"What do you mean you haven't met the g-Rachel!What is this? You're usually right on the money! You don't need to wait until the reunion. Go to the school, find the girl, and make her sign. It's that easy!" She practically yells, and I almost want to cover my ears. Damn alcohol. "Look, honey, I get it. You're in a hard place, with some familiar faces, but get on the ball. I want some good news by tomorrow morning, babe. End of discussion." She says, and I don't get another word in before I hear the dial tone. Fuckity fuck.
I close my eyes briefly and pinch the bridge of my nose. Which, in turn, causes me to wince. Fuck. I forgot about my nose. I curse that blonde haired physco as I open the door to my car.
I sit in the car for a moment and think back to a simpler time. When everything didn't seem as hard as it is. Ya, my life wasn't perfect back then. I was fat. I had braces. But I was happy. Sure, people made fun of me and it hurt my feelings. But I had my friends. I had people who loved me and treated me with respect. I wasn't this miserable, old bitch who could care less about everything.
I shake my head to clear it of any thoughts and start up the car. I sigh and pull out of the parking spot, heading to one of the only places the made my skin crawl. McKinley High. I almost cringe at the thought of stepping foot in that place again. However, a job is a job. It needs to get done. Plus, I get the position i've always wanted at that company. VP will be mine. No matter the circumstances.
MCKINLEY HIGH SCHOOL
When I reach the parking lot, I immediately frown. From my car, I can see that not much has changed. The jocks are still throwing the losers into the dumpsters, there are cliques everywhere, and not one teacher is around to stop any of it. It disgusts me. I sigh and shake my head.
"Well, here goes nothing, Rachel." I mutter to myself before getting out of the car. The sunshine seems brighter when I step out of the car, but I ignore it. Instead, I cast my gaze at some students who seem to be staring at me. I sigh. It's like high school all over again.
I start to walk towards the entrance of McKinley, hoping that the confident stride will keep people away. More so, i'm hoping that people part like the damn red sea. I'm famous. Popular, even. It shouldn't be a problem.
More kids start to look at me as I continue to walk to the front door, and it honestly makes me nervous. I never did like attention. Especially at this place. Mostly because the only attention I got was someone throwing a slushy in my face, insulting me about everything I do or say, or to throw me into a dumpster.
When I reach the front door, I take a deep breath and open the doors. I take a moment before walking inside and i'm instantly flooded with High School memories. My eyes land on a trophy case, sitting in the hallway and I can't help but smile. Glee was one of my favorite clubs, until the school cut the budget, causing it to end in my softmore year.
My eyes continue to scope out the hallway and I can see various jocks, cheerleaders and losers throughout the corridor. As much as I hate to say it, there's only those three types of people in this school. It's horrible to say that this place hasn't changed. At all.
I start to walk down the hallways, my destination is unknown. I guess, I was feeling nostalgic and just wanted to visit this place. Maybe get closure from it, I don't know. As I walking down the hallway, I swear I could feel a set of eyes on me and when I turn, sure enough, there's someone I can't stand, staring back at me.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the giganticly smaller garden gnome. Here I thought those were extinct in the real world." Her malicious, yet amused voice cuts through the air. I narrow my eyes.
"Sylvester." I say, with much disdain. "I'm surprised that your ancient ass is still crawling through these halls." I spit out, bitterly. She looks taken back for a moment and she has good reason to. I've never talked back to her before. Well, fuck her. I'm not bowing down.
"Listen here, Polly Pocket, " She starts, and I quirk an eyebrow. My height, really? Why do people make fun of that? "...i'm the number one cheerleading coach in the world. My girls, although getting denser and sloppier throughout the years, are champs." She says, somewhat proudly.
"Please, they haven't been remotely good since Quinn left these hallways, " I say, smirking as her proud smile fades, "...and it kills you to know i'm right." I say, continuing to smirk. She scoffs.
"Although Q was good, she was a problem for me. She had a gallon size anchor tethered to her leg throughout her years of captaincy." I frown, knowing that she was refering to me. "Near sank my gymnasium down and brought forth an armageddon of beached whales."
"Ya, well it isn't like that anymore." I growl, turning my eyes away from her to mask the slight hurt I felt. There's silence for a moment and I turn back to the cheerleading coach to see that she looks pensive.
Without another word, she walks away and I stand there for a moment, stunned. Her insults have gotten really bad. Still hurtful but bad. I shake my head and stalk towards the auditorium. I hate this fucking school.
AUDITORIUM
I storm in the auditorium, prepared to see it in all its empty glory but when I open the doors, I hear an angelic voice. I stop abruptly and look up at the stage to see a young girl, singing her heart out. Bingo. Clarissa Waters.
My eyes continue to watch the girl as she sings some song that i've never heard of. Her eyes are passionate and her voice is strong. She so engrossed in her performance that she doesn't even notice i'm there. I'm glad, honestly, because watching someone sing so...raw is a treat for me. I smile. I haven't sung in a long time, but I miss it.
I know now why Trish sent me here to talk to this girl. She's amazing. Incredible even. A voice like hers at Vocal Courage would really boost us up and get us even more popularity. However, I knew what would happen if she was to sign the damn contract...
I shake my head and clear my mind of any thoughts. I had a job to do. I wait another couple of minutes until the song is over and I start to clap, instantly startling the girl. She looks over at me as I strut up to the stage.
"That was incredible. I haven't heard someone sing like that in awhile." I say, smiling at her. She smiles slightly and looks at the ground.
"Thanks." She mutters, and I smile brighter.
"My name's Rachel." I say, walking until i'm directly in front of the stage, staring up at her. She looks at me for a moment before her eyes widen, if only slightly.
"Y-you're...Rachel B-Berry?" She questions, tripping over her words. I nod. "W-wow." She says, and I chuckle quietly before lifting myself up onto the stage. I sit on the edgw and gaze out over the seats, remembering when this was me. "I'm C-Clarissa." She states and I turn to look at her with a, hopefully, charming smile.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Clarissa." I say, turning back to the audience, or lack thereof. "Can I ask you a question?" I say, and she nods. "How come you're in here all alone?" I ask, generally curious. Her cheeks burn red.
"I-I..." She pauses, then proceeds as she bites her lip. "People don't really like me." She whispers, and I almost don't catch it. However, I did, and for some reason, I feel this...sting in my heart. I shake it off.
"I doubt that. You seem like a nice girl." I say, smiling at her. "You also have an incredible voice." She sighs, sadly.
"Sure." She whispers, and I frown. "That doesn't really help you make any friends though." She says, shrugging. "T-thanks, Ms. Berry, but...I have t-to go." She states and walks off stage before I can say anything else to her. I continue to frown and then let out a sigh.
Progress this afternoon? Zero. Fuck. I rub a hand over my face and look out at the auditorium again. Although I hated High School with a passion, I can't deny that I miss this auditorium. It was my escape from reality. I sigh once more and hop down from the stage before walking up the aisle towards the exit.
Memories assault my mind as I stroll out of the school. My eyes wander to the football field, where our graduation ceremony was held. I close my eyes and can't help but think back to the night I left.
FLASHBACK
When I walk into the graduation party at Quinn's house, I instantly want to leave. It's full of the cheerleaders and jocks, people who absolutely adore Quinn and hate all the losers. I wouldn't even be here if Quinn hadn't insisted that I come, saying that she couldn't have this party without me.
I walk into the kitchen, hoping to find a soda somewhere when I hear a familiar voice that makes me tense. Yet another person who treats me like i'm dirt.
"Hellllllllllo JewBerry." He states, and I raise my eyebrow at the rather tame name. Puck usually calls me much worse. He smiles at me and i'm even more worried at that fact. I try to glare at him, but i'm no good at that stuff.
"Hello Noah." I say, using his birth name, because I hear his mother call him by that at temple. He cringes and rolls his eyes.
"It's Puck, alright?" He almost snarls, and I recoil slightly. He almost looks guilty but it goes away when he sighs in annoyance. "Look, how about you just pretend we're friends for a moment so our little Quinn will be happy." He says, and I frown.
"We're not friends though, and i'm sure that Quinn is quite happy." I say, my eyes narrowing in confusion. He closes his eyes and looks like he is about to blow. However, he takes a breath and smiles at me again.
"You're right. She is happy. Look, here's a can of coke. I know you don't like to drink." He states and I smile softly at the gesture.
"Thank you, Noah." I say, and then bite my lip. "I mean, Puck." He smiles at the nickname and nods, before sauntering away from me. I shake my head for a moment before I feel someone practically drape themslves over me. I turn and smile when I see a mop of blonde hair.
"RAAAAAAAAE BEAR!" She shouts into my ear, causing me to cringe slightly. "I'm soooooo glad you made it! I misssssss you." She states and I can't help but blush as her hazel eyes meet mine. She's so cute.
"I missed you too, sunshine." I say, hugging her slightly. As much as I could, anyways. I hate my size. "So..."
"Was Puck...was Puck nice to youuuu?" She slurs, asking the question as seriously as she could. Wow she's drunk.
"Kind of. He gave me a soda." I say, holding up the can. Quinn smiles.
"Awww. That's sooo...so sweet." She says, letting out a hiccup. "He...i'm thinking about...you know...with him." She gets out and I immediately feel my heart drop. First Finn...now Puck? They're both idiots.
"Quinn...maybe you shouldn't. I mean...you're drunk. It..." I start to say but she waves a hand, dismissing me.
"S'okay. I know...I know what's happpening. Plus...he's like super cute." She says, and my heart hurts a little more. I open my mouth again but she pulls me in for another hug. "Love you, Rachie." She whispers and my skin almost vibrates. I sigh when she pulls away.
"Look, I don't think it's a good idea, Quinn..." I start but she interupts me.
"Oh! Ish that ma yearbook! Did you sign it!" She asks, excitedly while reaching for it. I nod but pull it back.
"Ya...I-I did. Quinn...I think you should...maybe read this tomorrow, ya know...when you're sober. I think that..." I pause, trying to stop my rapidly beating heart.
"Oh commmmmme on! Lemme read it, Rachhhh." She says, holdling her hand out and biting her lip in that oh so sexy way. I pull it out of her reach.
"Maybe later, Quinn. How about we dance? I'll meet you out there after I use the bathroom?" I say, praying that she'll listen. Quinn stares at me for a moment before lighting up and nodding enthusiastically. She kisses me on the cheek and rushes out the door. I let out sigh as my face heats up.
I walk up the stairs, towards her room with the intention of putting the yearbook under her pillow, in hopes that she'll read it tomorrow. I can't risk her reading it when she's drunk.
When I reach the top floor, I see a couple of guys, standing there with Puck. They're all laughing and drinking, but it's what they're saying that starts to anger me.
"Dude, you were really nice to Free Willy just so you can get into Fabray's panties? Is it even worth it?" Some random football player questions. Puck chuckles.
"Have you seen, Quinn? She's hot as fuck, so ya, i'll play nice with chunky monkey for a lil bit to get with that." Puck says, taking a swig of his bear. I can feel my blood boil. That...that...ASS!
"I mean, ya, Fabray is hot, but Finn's already been there dude." The other guy says, chuckling. "You really want to stick your dick in the same place as him?" He questions, and my fists automatically clench. How dare they talk about Quinn like that!?
"Fuck Hudson, he probably put the tip in and then finished before he got to the good stuff." They all chuckled and I closed my eyes in disgust. "Look, all I know is that Queen bee is gonna be hopping onto the Puck train tonight, boys!" He says, and they cheer and high five. "Wonder how freaky the chirstian girl rea-"
"Shut the fuck up!" I growl, angrily. I couldn't hold it in anymore. All three boys turn to me with shock on their faces. "Don't you ever talk about Quinn like that ever again you stupid asshole!" I continue, stalking up to him as best as I could. I point a finger into his chest. "You're a disgusting pig. Quinn is the nicest and most amazing person in the world and you want to abuse that? She's too incredible to be going anywhere near the likes of you!" I growl, and it takes another moment before Puck's eyes narrow. I almost cower.
"Calm down, chunky monkey. This doesn't concern you." He says, and he makes it seem as though he's talking to a child. "Why are you getting so up-" He pauses then, and his eyes suddenly widen and a smirk appears on his face. "Oh my god. You totally have the hots for Fabray!" He says, and although I try to hide it, my eyes widen.
"Q-Quinn's my best f-friend!" I try to defend myself but he knows. He laughs loudly, as do the other boys.
"Orca wants to roll onto Fabray and make some sweet whale love with her." He says, laughing harder. "You honestly think that you ever had a...wait...what's that in your hand?" He questions and before I can pull it away he grabs the yearbook out of my hands and I start to freak out. No, no, no, no, no.
"Please Puck, give it back." I say almost desperately. He looks at me and then looks at the book. A smirk appears on his face.
He opens the book and scans through the page. I quickly try to grab it out of his hands but the two other boys grab a hold of my hands, pulling me away from him. I start to sweat.
"Oh ho ho. Would ya looky here, boys." He says, smirking widely as he seems to read for a moment. He laughs and steps around the corner to the balcony that overlooks the livingroom, where everyone is dancing. Oh god no. Please.
"Puck please don't do this! I'll do anything. Please!" I cry, trying to break free from the two boys as tears slide down my face.
"Attention everyone!" He shouts, loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Tears are cascading down my cheeks as I watch the whole scene. I can see everyone down there. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn included. God no. "In my hand I have a yearbook, signed by our very own, Chunky monkey!" He shouts, turning to smirk evilly at me. I start to sob. Quinn doesn't see me at first but she perks up and glares up at Puck when he calls me that name. "Dear Quinn, " He starts and all eyes turn to Quinn who looks shocked. "...I want to start off by saying that you are my best friend. You are the only person that can make me smile and believe that i'm an amazing person no matter what. Our friendship means the world to me which is why this is going to be very hard to say to you. I hope that you will continue to hold onto our friendship after I confess this to you." He pauses for a moment and chuckles. Everyone in the room is silent but all eyes are flicking from me to him and it is then that Quinn sees me. Her eyes are shocked and she glares at the boys touching me and starts to walk through the crowd but stops at Puck's next words. I sob harder, knowing that this was it. I was gonna lose her. "I know that there would never be a chance that you could understand or want me but I love you, Quinn. When I say that I love you, I mean it. I've been in love with you since freshman year and I wish that I could make it stop but I can't. You're so beautiful, so smart, and talented. I love everything about you, including your showstopping smile, your melodic laugh and your incredible hazel eyes that look like honey and..." Suddenly his voice gets cut off and I look up to see Sam grabbing the book and shoving Puck down onto the ground roughly. His sympathetic eyes meet mine for a moment.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, and look over the balcony to see that everyone is looking at me. Tears pour down my face and my heart starts to break when I hear everyone start to laugh and point. Suprisingly when my eyes landed on Santana and Brittany, neither were laughing, but had...some sort of expression on their faces. I ignore it. When I glance at Quinn, I see her looking at the ground and that's the final straw. I sob and the boys that were holding me, let me go and I run. Run as fast as I can out the exit.
I push people out of the way, listening to their mocking words and homophobic slurs as I head for exit. I can hear Sam call out my name and someone else but I ignore it. I just run out the door and leave. Sobbing the whole way...
END OF FLASHBACK
I don't realize that i've shed a tear until I enter my car. I suck in a breath at the painful memory. That was the worst night of my life. I remember getting home, packing my bags, and telling my father's that I wanted to go to Columbus until my plane for L.A. on Friday. They were puzzled and tired but the look on my face made them race to make it happen.
I sigh and shake my head. I lean back against the seat and stare out the window for a moment. I lift up my phone and see that it is a little after 1. The barbeque at Sam's would just be starting. I wasn't going to go, but I wasn't that cowardly little girl anymore. I had to prove that I was better. That I wasn't scared. Even if that meant facing who i've been trying to avoid since that night. Time to face your demons, Rachel.
Well...what do you think? I kind of went with the whole, douche read the yearbook out loud thing like in the movie causing I thought that it was kind of a gut wrenching scene for me, especially with Faberry. I changed it up a bit but it is kind of important to the story. It needed to happen. Anyways, next up is the barbeque and guess who coming to dinner!? Could it be...the Fabrays?! Hmmm guess you will have to wait and see! hehe enjoy...review...and be happy! :):)
Hehehe, until next time folks!