You still remembered the taste of her lips.

It was a stupid thing—practicing kissing with your best friend—that happened long ago, yet the memory of that moment still lingered fresh in your mind. Even when you pushed her away, even when the two of you slowly started drifting apart, she was always going to be your person—even if you had gotten meaner than you were when you met her—. As someone who cared for her in a way that couldn't be put into words, you took notice of the way she had been consuming more, yet you chose not to mention anything since there hadn't been any changes in the girl.

But you now wished you had said something.

20 fucking hours had gone by and you hadn't heard a thing from Rachel—she wasn't answering your calls nor texts, she wasn't at her house nor the dorms—, and you were getting really worried. Driving to Frank's spot where his RV usually was, you felt an ounce of relief wash over your body at the sight of it parked. You knew him because of Rachel yet you had never thought about showing to this place, though it was truly your last resort.

Walking in and up the stairs as if you owned the place, you tried not to pay a lot of attention to the mess everywhere. You shot Frank a look of disgust the moment you faced him, but it quickly faded away as you took notice of Rachel lying beside him. You felt angry; betrayed, almost, as if the girl just destroyed all the trust and confidence you had in her—but you also felt... jealous. Frank grumbled something under his breath but Rachel didn’t hear it. All she could think about was you. You—standing there, looking like you’d been gutted. That cold, unreadable mask you always wore had cracked for the first time since she met you freshman year. The worst part? Rachel couldn’t stop thinking about how long it took you to break and how much that meant.

She scrambled out of the bed and tossed on a jacket, completely ignoring Frank as she focused on you. She ran behind you as you rushed down the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest in an uncomfortable way. By the time she reached you, you were already at your car—hands trembling as you yanked the door open. But Rachel grabbed your wrist before you could slam it shut.

"Wait—just fucking wait a second." You froze at the sound of her voice, your head didn’t turn, but Rachel could see your jaw tighten. "Wasn’t what it looked like." She said before taking a deep breath and then adding: "Frank’s nothing to me. That was nothing."