Important characters:

Rachel Queens:

...Rachel is 17 years old. She hates coming to school because of Jake. She is best friends with Libby. She is 5’5. Rachel doesn’t like Jake one single bit. She ignores and is rude to Jake all the time. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about, and possesses a strong sense of justice. Her intelligence and creativity often surprise those around her. On the other hand, Rachel's determination and independent nature sometimes make her seem aloof and hard to approach....

Jake Cyn:

...Jake is 18 years old and loves coming to school because he gets to see Rachel. He’s best friends with Roger. He’s 6’3. He’s trying to get on Rachel’s good side and fix everything betweenn them but he can’t stand the fact that she just doesn’t seem to care. Jake is known for his easygoing personality and his ability to charm anyone he meets. Despite his laid-back demeanor, he can be fiercely protective of those he cares about. However, his carefree attitude can sometimes lead to impulsive decisions, which can have unintended consequences....

Libby Font:

...Libby is 17 years old and she’s best friends with Rachel. She’s 5’2. Libby is a side character but also is in a lot of scenes in this story. She’s been Rachel’s best friend since they were basically in dipers. She sometimes gets ignored by her but it’s normal. Libby is a sweet and gentle soul, always looking out for others. She is a natural peacemaker and mediator, able to soothe conflicts with her calming presence. She has a caring and nurturing nature and is often surrounded by admirers....

Roger Miolla:

...Roger is 18 years old and he’s best friends with Jake. He’s 6’0. Roger has been Jake’s friend since they’ve been in middle school. Sometimes he becomes distant for some reason but acts like nothing happens. Roger is known for his sarcastic wit and quick humor. He has a sharp mind and a sharp tongue to match it. He is fiercely loyal to his friends and will go to great lengths to protect them. However, his sarcastic remarks and teasing can sometimes be misunderstood as mean-spirited....

Sports that each character does:

Rachel: Soccer and Volleyball

Jake: Basketball

Libby: Competition Cheer

Roger: Football

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Jake's Pov:

I could feel the excitement building up as I approached the front doors of our high school. Every year, I looked forward to coming to school, and senior year was no exception. But this year, there was something extra to look forward to - Rachel.

She hated coming to school, and I couldn't blame her. I had made her life miserable in the past, and I knew she didn't want to deal with me. But this year, I was determined to change that.

I walked through the crowded halls, searching for Rachel. I spotted her sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria, looking miserable. My heart ached at the sight, knowing that I had contributed to her sadness in the past.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself before making my way over to her table. I could feel her eyes on me as I approached, but she didn't say anything. I sat down across from her, and we sat in silence for a moment before I finally spoke up.

"Hey," I said softly. Rachel looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and skepticism. She didn't say anything, but she didn't tell me to leave either. I took that as a good sign.

"Can we talk?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rachel sighed and closed her book, looking up at me. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but I also saw something else there - curiosity. She didn't want to talk to me, but she was curious about what I had to say.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice still cold and guarded. I didn't blame her for being wary of me. I had given her plenty of reasons to distrust me in the past.

"I just wanted to talk," I said, my voice still soft. "I know we've had our differences in the past, but I'm hoping we can start fresh this year."

Rachel let out a scoff and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Like I'm just gonna forget everything you did to me in the past? Fat chance."

She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, looking at me defiantly. "Why should I give you another chance? You made my life hell for years, and now you want me to just forgive and forget?"

Her words stung, but I knew I deserved them. I had made her life miserable, and she had every right to be angry with me. But I wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Can you just hear me out?" I asked, my voice pleading. "I know I've messed up in the past, but I'm trying to make things right. I want to apologize for everything I've done, and I want to show you that I'm a different person now."

Rachel's expression softened slightly, but she still looked wary. "Why should I believe you?" she asked. "How do I know you're not just playing some twisted game and going to hurt me again?"

I took a deep breath, knowing that I had to be honest with her if I wanted any chance of earning her trust back.

"I don't expect you to trust me just because I said I've changed. I know I have to prove it to you. But I need you to give me a chance to do that. Please."

Rachel was silent for a moment, studying me intently. I could see the conflicted emotions in her eyes. She didn't want to trust me, but there was a small part of her that was considering it.

"Fine," she said finally, her voice still guarded. "You get one chance. But if you screw up again, that's it. I'm done."

I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. She was giving me a chance, and that was more than I had dared to hope for.

"Thank you," I said, my voice sincere. "I won't disappoint you, I promise."

Rachel didn't respond, but her expression softened slightly more. I could tell she was unsure about whether or not to believe me, but at least she was willing to give me a chance.

We sat in silence for a few more moments before she spoke up again. "So what do you want to talk about?" she asked, her tone a little less hostile.

I shrugged, unsure of where to start. There was so much I wanted to say to her, so much I wanted to apologize for. But I knew I had to tread carefully if I didn't want to push her away again.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked, my voice soft.

Rachel raised an eyebrow, but she didn't say no. "What is it?"

"Do you remember sophomore year, when you were struggling with geometry, and I helped you study?" I asked, remembering a time before I had started messing with her and being cruel.

Rachel's expression softened a bit more as she nodded. "Yeah, I remember that," she said, her voice a little warmer.

"That was one of my favorite moments with you," I admitted. "You were so focused and determined to get it right, and I liked being able to help you. It felt good."

Rachel was quiet for a moment, looking at me intently. I could tell she was remembering that time too, and I could see the flicker of something in her eyes - maybe nostalgia, maybe something else.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked, her voice still guarded but not quite as cold as before.

I shrugged, not sure how to explain it. "I guess I just wanted you to know that I remember the good times too, not just the bad ones. And I thought maybe if you remembered them too, it would be a good place to start rebuilding our friendship."

Rachel was silent for a few more moments, considering my words. I could see the wariness in her eyes, but there was something else there too - a hint of hopefulness, maybe.

Finally, she spoke up. "I do remember," she admitted. "And I appreciated your help, even if I never said it at the time. But just because we had a few good moments doesn't erase everything else that happened between us."

"I know," I said, my voice sincere. "And I'm not asking you to forget all the bad stuff I did. I just want you to know that I'm trying to change, and I want to make things right between us. If you'll let me."

Rachel was quiet again, her expression unreadable. I could see the internal struggle playing out behind her eyes, the part of her that wanted to trust me again and the part of her that was wary of getting hurt again.

"I don't know," she said finally, her voice soft. "I want to believe you, but it's hard. You've hurt me a lot, and it's not easy for me to just forgive and move on."

I nodded, understanding her hesitation. "I know," I said. "And I'm not expecting you to suddenly trust me blindly. I just want a chance to show you that I'm serious about making amends."

Rachel was quiet for a few moments longer, then sighed. "Fine," she said, her voice resigned. "But I'm only giving you this one chance. If you hurt me again, I'm done. For good."

I knew that one chance was more than I deserved, and I was determined not to waste it. "I won't let you down," I said, my voice firm. "I promise."

Rachel looked at me for a long moment, studying me intently. Finally, she spoke again. "We'll see," she said, her voice still skeptical but a little less guarded than before.

I nodded, knowing that I had a lot of work ahead of me if I wanted to earn back her trust. But I was determined to prove to her that I had changed, and I was willing to do whatever it took.

We sat in silence for a few more moments before the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Rachel got up to leave, but she stopped and looked back at me before she went.

"Just remember," she said, her voice cool again. "One chance. Don't mess it up."

I nodded, my heart racing with nerves and excitement. "I won't," I said. "I promise."

As Rachel walked away, I sat back in my chair, feeling a mix of emotions. I couldn't believe that she had given me a chance, but I also knew that it wouldn't be easy to earn her trust back.

I was determined to prove to her that I had changed, but I was also aware that one wrong move could ruin everything.

The first step towards rebuilding our friendship had been taken, but the road ahead was long and uncertain. But I was ready to take it, one day at a time.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes and thoughts about Rachel. I couldn't concentrate on anything else, my mind constantly returning to our conversation at lunch and the look in her eyes when she had given me another chance.

I tried to pay attention in class, but I was too distracted to absorb anything. All I could think about was how to show Rachel that I had changed.

Eventually, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I gathered up my books and made my way through the crowd of students rushing towards the exit.

As I approached my locker, I noticed someone standing beside it, waiting for me. It was Rachel.

My heart skipped a beat as I approached her, surprised and slightly nervous that she was talking to me again. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice casual.

"Hey," Rachel said, her voice still guarded. She was leaning against the locker next to mine, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.

I nervously opened my locker and started to put away my books, aware of her eyes on me the whole time.

There was an uncomfortable silence between us, each of us waiting for the other to speak. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and turned to look at her.

"So," I said, trying to break the silence. "I heard the winter dance is coming up."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, looking at me curiously. "Yeah, so?" she said.

"I was just wondering if you were going," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at me, clearly suspicious of my sudden interest in the dance. "Why do you care?" she asked, her voice cool.

"I just figured you'd be going," I said, trying not to look too eager. "I mean, everyone goes to the school dances, right?"

Rachel didn't respond, her expression still wary. I could tell she was wondering why I was asking about the dance, but she didn't seem inclined to ask me outright.

The silence between us grew uncomfortable again, and I decided to just bite the bullet and ask her outright. "So, are you going to the dance?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice casual.

Rachel was quiet for a moment, looking at me intently. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the part of her that was curious about why I was asking and the part of her that didn't want to give me the satisfaction of answering.

Finally, she spoke, her voice cool. "Yeah, I guess I am," she said, her gaze flickering away from mine.

My heart fluttered a little at her answer. I hadn't expected her to say yes, and I couldn't deny the small pang of excitement at the idea of seeing her at the dance.

"Well, maybe I'll see you there," I said, trying to sound casual. Rachel just shrugged, not commiting to anything.

The conversation seemed to have ended, and we stood there in silence for a few more moments. I could feel her eyes on me, sizing me up, trying to figure out what my motives were for asking about the dance.

Finally, Rachel pushed off my locker and turned to leave. "Later," she said, her tone dismissive.

"Wait," I said, sudden courage overtaking me. Rachel stopped and looked at me, one eyebrow raised in question.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Can I ask you something?" I said, my voice soft.

Rachel looked curious now, her expression guarded but also faintly interested. "What is it?" she asked, her voice a little less cold than before.

"Do you..." I started, but trailed off, suddenly feeling nervous. I took another deep breath and forced myself to continue. "Do you have a date for the dance?"

Rachel's expression was inscrutable as she looked at me, her eyes searching mine for any hint of deception. Finally, she spoke, her voice a little quieter than before. "No," she said. "I don't have a date."

A small thrill of excitement went through me at her answer. I had been hoping she would say that, but I didn't want to get my hopes up too high.

"Oh," I said, trying to sound casual, although I'm sure my excitement was more than obvious. "Are you planning on going alone?"

Rachel shrugged, her expression guarded again. "Maybe," she said. "I haven't really thought about it. Why do you care?"

"Just curious," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. The truth was, I was hoping I could ask her to go with me, but I wasn't sure how to approach the subject without pissing her off.

Rachel studied me for a few more moments before speaking. "You're acting weird," she said, her voice cool. "You know that, right?"

I felt my cheeks flush a little at her words, embarrassed that my feelings were so obvious. "I'm just trying to make conversation," I said, trying to salvage some dignity.

"Yeah, right," Rachel said, skepticism evident in her voice. "You're interested in the dance all of a sudden, and you're asking me if I'm going alone. It's not exactly subtle."

"I really was just making conversation," I protested, but even I could hear the defensiveness in my voice. I was never good at hiding my feelings, especially when it came to Rachel.

Rachel just rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it. "Sure, you were," she said. "You think I can't see through you? You're so obvious it's pathetic."

Her words stung, but I couldn't deny that she was right. I had been so obvious, so transparent, that it was a miracle that she hadn't laughed in my face yet.

Rachel rolled her eyes again, clearly annoyed that I wasn't giving up. "Ugh, fine," she said, her voice annoyed. "I have to go anyway."

She pushed off my locker and started down the hallway, her shoulders hunched in irritation.

As I watched her walk away, I felt a pang of disappointment. I had hoped that our conversation would have gone better, that she would have been a little more receptive to my attempts to get to know her again.

But she was still so guarded, so distrustful, that it felt like I was banging my head against a wall.

As I stood there watching Rachel walk away, I was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. "Hey, man, what's up?"

I turned to see my friend Roger approaching, a grin on his face.

"Hey, Rog," I said, trying to push my disappointment aside. "Not much, just talking to Rachel."

Roger's eyebrows went up in surprise. "Rachel?" he said, his tone a little teasing. "Since when are you talking to Rachel?"

"We just had a conversation," I said, my tone defensive. I knew that Roger would try to tease me about it, he always did.

"I was thinking about asking her to the dance," I said, my voice a little sheepish.

Roger's eyes widened in surprise. "No way," he said, a sly smile spreading across his face. "You're seriously thinking about asking Rachel to the dance?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling a little defensive now. "What's so crazy about that?"

"Dude, Rachel is like the hottest girl in school," Roger said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "And you think you have a shot with her?"

"Why not?" I said, my voice a little defiant. "I'm not that bad looking, am I?"

"Nah, man, you're alright," Roger said, chuckling. "It's just that Rachel is so out of your league."

"Thanks, Rog," I said sarcastically. "You really know how to make a guy feel great about himself."

"Hey, I'm just being honest," Roger said, still grinning. "I mean, have you seen her? She's like a freaking goddess. And you're... well, you're you."

"Yeah, she’s beautiful," I admitted, rolling my eyes at Roger's relentless teasing. "But I'm going to ask her tomorrow. I've been working up the courage all day, and I'm just going to do it."

Roger looked surprised by my determination. "Dude, seriously? You're really going to ask her?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice a little more confident now. "I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? She says no and I’m humiliated in front of the whole school? That’s nothing, right?"

Roger chuckled, clearly amused by my bravado. "Dude, you've got guts, I'll give you that," he said. "But I have to warn you, Rachel isn't exactly known for being nice and empathetic. If she says no, she'll probably do it in the meanest way possible."

"Yeah, I know," I said, my confidence flagging a little. "But I have to try, right? I mean, I can't just give up without even trying."

"You're a fool," Roger said, shaking his head. "But I respect your balls. Maybe Rachel will too, who knows?"

Roger chuckled, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. "Good luck, man," he said. "You're going to need it."

I watched him walk away, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Tomorrow was the day I was going to ask Rachel to the dance. It was gonna be a nerve-wracking ride.