Chapter 3
I was standing in front of my locker trying to remember what I needed to bring home.
"What are your plans for the weekend?"
I turn to see if my ears had deceived me, but they hadn't. I find Rachel standing next to me, staring at me expectantly. I could hear her intake of breath, waiting for me to respond.
"Berry, since when are we friends?" I hated how harsh my words sounded. But people were starting to stare and I couldn't have that.
She sighs " I'll answer your question, if you answer mine."
"Fine" I snap, " I have plans with friends". That was a lie. The only thing I had planned was avoiding my parents and hiding from my "friends".
She has a slow smile forming on her face and at this point, I'm thoroughly confused. "Quinn Fabray. We've always been friends. Even though we might not always see eye to eye on things, we have always been friends. You can pretend to dislike me, but somewhere deep down, I know you like me. And, obviously I like you too! If it takes me the rest of the school year to get you to see that our friendship means something, then I accept this challenge. Have fun this weekend, I'll see you around Q." She turns and skips off into the other direction, straight into my exes arms. Finn Hudson.
The thing about Finn is that you really can't hate him. He may be one of the dumbest guy I've ever met, but he a good one. I hate the fact that I don't hate him, not even a little.
The truth is.
I never loved Finn.
I don't even know if I really liked about him.
I just wanted someone to have. You know? I just wanted to feel something for a once.
Needless to say, I never did feel anything.
Still.
I'd always cared about Finn. I liked the fact that he'd always hold my books when he walked me to class or offer me his jacket on a date. Finn was a nice guy. I'm just not a nice girl.