She had been able to convince him to grab her from the dorms. Carefully, under the cover of night and with the reassurance that the drunken blonde wouldn’t get caught climbing into the car of the photography teacher. At this point though, Rachel couldn’t care less what people saw -- what they had to say about her. Her reputation was in the garbage and quite frankly, she was usually too DRUNK or HIGH to care anymore.
Once they had driven a decent ways from campus, pulling into the driveway of some creepy old barn, Rachel finally brought herself to speak.
“What the hell is going on with you? Why have you been avoiding me?”
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