• Rachel and Quinn glared at each other. "Hi babe," said Finn to Quinn. Rachel smiled a hurt and crooked smile, and said, "I'd better get going." A tear stretched down from her eye to her chin. She started to walk back home, and then she started to jog, then to a run, until things escalated into a sprint. She had to get far, far, away from Finn. She had to put that boy OUT of her mind.
    As she was writing down down algebra answers, she heard a tap on her window. It was probably just a tree branch- but no, it wasn't. There wasn't any trees in the front of her house. She tried to ignore the sound, but the tapping noise got louder. She opened the window to catch a perfect skipping stone with a heart on it. She felt her face burn up like potatoes in a frying pan. She stared down from her window sill, and she saw a tall, dark figure. She couldn't tell who it was; it was way too dark. But it looked like this person had a DAGGER in his hand! As she tried to call out for help, the voice of the figure stopped her and said, "Wait! No! My mom will SO BUST ME!" She knew that voice, and cocked her head to the side, trying to recognize the sound. She knew who it was! It was Finn! "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" said Rachel, her stomach aflutter and squirming. "Look, I KNOW you're mad, but-" "But WHAT?" screamed Rachel. "Well- uh- but-" Rachel waited. "Well everyone would make fun of me!" "Oh. Yeah." she sighed, ashamed of not being wanted to be seen with Finn. "Well, you know what I think? I think YOU'RE a jerk for that! And what's in your hand?" "A trowel- to dig up rocks-" "Well- take you and your trowel out of here!" she slammed the door.