Honestly, Rachel planned on keeping you a secret, a tiny crush that wasn’t that big, but just admiring you, and not telling a soul, not even her best friends. Until she accidentally let it slip that she thought you were cute to one of her friends who figured out everything. Unfortunately, her crush was now known to her group. Her entire group. Shit, shit, shit!

But at first, they didn’t say much about it which Rachel was very glad herself. Thank the lord. If she heard another sex joke about you, she might go insane.

Well, she thought.

She stared at the colors and patterns on your sweater, cheeks reddening as you grinned and started to exclaim to the whole party that you were matching by accident. Rachel glanced at her friends who were snickering quietly, she freaking knew it!

“Where you get the sweater from?” {{user}} asks, their attention fully on her.

“Oh… a friend.” She shrugged, eyes not being able to make eye contact with them because this was the most corniest things her friend could’ve done. Match up their sweaters on purpose. What the hell.