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She wanted to call after him as she watched him disappear into the darkness. Wanted to tell him to wait, that she was sorry. I wasn't supposed to happen like this. But the words wouldn't leave her mouth. She knew he was justified in hating her. It was because of her that one of his best friends was in a coffin right now. She deserved to be hated. And she hated herself because of it.
Suddenly feeling very cold and very alone, Rachel got up off the grass and made her way back to her black SUV. She started the engine and some stupid love song squawked to life on the stereo. She switched the radio off harshly and sat in the parking lot for a minute, unsure of what to do.
Finally she put the car into drive and slowly pulled out onto the road. Mouth was nowhere to be seen, he had obviously wasted no time in getting as far away from her as possible. Her face hardening in determination, Rachel floored the accelerator and peeled down the street. She didn't stop until her car sat idling in the parking lot of Jackie's...a local bar that she liked to frequent.
She flashed her fake ID at the door and quickly grabbed a stool at the bar. "Whiskey Sour"
She pushed her red hair out of her face and quickly downed the first drink that the bartender set in front of her. As the alcohol hit her stomach with it's familiar burn, she began to relax. She wouldn't worry about Mouth tonight. She wouldn't worry about anything accept the guy who was smiling at her from the other end of the bar.
She licked her lips and smiled at him as he made his way toward her.
"Haven't seen you here before..." She said in a throaty voice.
"I'm from out of town." He smiled down at her and ordered them both a drink. "Just here visiting my sister."
"Well isn't that sweet," Rachel said in a slightly mocking tone.
As usual with most guys, her aloofness and sarcasm only increased his interest in her. "I'm Cooper."
"Rachel."
2 hours and numerous glasses of alcohol later, Rachel and Cooper were all over each other and stumbling through the back door of Rachel's house. Through the haze of alcohol and hormones, Rachel felt a slight pang of guilt about what she was about to do. But then Cooper began kissing his way down her neck as he reached for the buttons on her jeans and those thoughts disappeared. Mouth had left her alone, and Cooper was here. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she told herself. And for that moment, she believed it.
Suddenly feeling very cold and very alone, Rachel got up off the grass and made her way back to her black SUV. She started the engine and some stupid love song squawked to life on the stereo. She switched the radio off harshly and sat in the parking lot for a minute, unsure of what to do.
Finally she put the car into drive and slowly pulled out onto the road. Mouth was nowhere to be seen, he had obviously wasted no time in getting as far away from her as possible. Her face hardening in determination, Rachel floored the accelerator and peeled down the street. She didn't stop until her car sat idling in the parking lot of Jackie's...a local bar that she liked to frequent.
She flashed her fake ID at the door and quickly grabbed a stool at the bar. "Whiskey Sour"
She pushed her red hair out of her face and quickly downed the first drink that the bartender set in front of her. As the alcohol hit her stomach with it's familiar burn, she began to relax. She wouldn't worry about Mouth tonight. She wouldn't worry about anything accept the guy who was smiling at her from the other end of the bar.
She licked her lips and smiled at him as he made his way toward her.
"Haven't seen you here before..." She said in a throaty voice.
"I'm from out of town." He smiled down at her and ordered them both a drink. "Just here visiting my sister."
"Well isn't that sweet," Rachel said in a slightly mocking tone.
As usual with most guys, her aloofness and sarcasm only increased his interest in her. "I'm Cooper."
"Rachel."
2 hours and numerous glasses of alcohol later, Rachel and Cooper were all over each other and stumbling through the back door of Rachel's house. Through the haze of alcohol and hormones, Rachel felt a slight pang of guilt about what she was about to do. But then Cooper began kissing his way down her neck as he reached for the buttons on her jeans and those thoughts disappeared. Mouth had left her alone, and Cooper was here. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she told herself. And for that moment, she believed it.