Rachel glanced to her right.

Max was still there, her head down and her eyes half-closed. She looked fine, other than the purple-bluish bags under her eyes.

Had she not slept well? They had slept in the same bed the day previous and Max had sacrificed her sleep to comfort Rachel when she woke up with a nightmare.

Rachel bit her lip and looked at the clock, ten minutes of this hellish photography class and it would be over with. She slipped her phone out and quickly typed 'U ok?' and sent it to Max.

A moment later the hipster shuffled and Rachel watched as she stealthily slipped her phone out. Baby blue eyes flickered towards her and Max smiled and nodded, pressing her pointer finger and thumb together in a circle, the universal sign for 'Okay'.

Rachel looked into the photographer'se eyes, that wasn't quite true. Something else was bothering the brunette but... Rachel couldn't quite see what it was. It was shrouded in a cloud of mystery and confusing as if even Max didn't know what was up.

"Rachel." The blonde tore her gaze away from Max, blinking as Nathan called her name.

"Sup, Nate?" She smiled at him, Nathan was weird and creepy sometimes but he had a lot of mental issues and his dad was the biggest douchebag in the world. Rachel figured it'd be best to be nice of him, besides he was nice to Max and was her possible informant.

"There's a Vortex Club party on Friday." He said, "I figured you wanted to be VIP?" He rose a brow and Rachel realized what he was truly asking about.

Drugs.

"Uh," Rachel glanced over at Max, who was staring off into space again. "could I bring a few friends?" She asked sweetly.

Nathan tapped his fingers, "Who?"

"Max and Chloe?"

Nathan's jaw clenched, "The blue bitch that almost beat the shit out of me?" He asked.

Rachel bit her lip and nodded, "She's really not that bad and she parties hard. She's a total blast once you get to know her. Besides, I don't think Max would go unless Chloe went with." She said that a little softer, her heart aching in her chest.

Nathan blinked, raising his brow. Her tone change wasn't subtle, Rachel didn't have it in her to be subtle anymore. "Sure, I guess. If you say so but," He glanced over at Max, noticing Rachel stealing glances. "something wrong Rachel?" Intrigue laced his question.

"No." Rachel lied, so easily and naturally that it scared her. She glanced over at Max, who Kate was now chatting with. The Christain must have said something funny cause now Max was smiling a dorky smile that made Rachel's heart melt.

God, did Max always have that many freckles or did she get new ones? Was her nose always that small? Was Max always this cute?

Yes, yes, and probably. Rachel answered her own questions and a small adoring smile dawned her face.

"I'm fine Nate." She said softly, "Just... thinking."

Nathan shifted his weight back and forth, "Thinking." He deadpanned, "With a creepy smile?"

Rachel flicked her eyes toward him, "Creepy?" She retorted indignantly, not really offended because she figured she probably did look a little creepy just staring at Max and grinning.

Nathan glanced over at Max pointedly and Rachel followed his gaze. The hipster was laughing now, Kate along with her, and her face had a little blush on it.

"I mean I guess I get it." Nathan began, "She's... alright." The prep-boy shrugged, "Didn't think nerdy girls were your type."

Rachel snorted, "You haven't heard Chloe rant about science for two hours straight." She muttered, "Besides, Max is different."

"Like em' both?" Nathan asked.

Rachel shrugged, "Don't know, " She did, "I guess," Yes, "they're both pretty great." They're both amazing.

The brunette eyed her for a moment, studying her. "I'd say go for it then." He said honestly, "Life's too damn short to deal with... setbacks." Rachel's intuition buzzed, she looked at him sharply.

"What kind of setbacks did you deal with Nate?" She kept her tone light, that of a friend.

Nathan shoved his hands in his lettermens, "What setbacks haven't I dealt with?" He mused, "There's a lot I don't tell people, not even Vic." He looked over at the blonde who was watching Kate with an adoring look in her eyes, about time, Rachel had been keeping tabs on that development since Max told her that Kate and Victoria were hanging out.

"Like what?" Rachel said, "Humor me."

Nathan laughed, "Nah." He shook his head, "Nah, not happening." He repeated more seriously, "Not that I don't trust you Rachel but..." He shrugged, "You wouldn't want to know my shit." He said, "Though I guess I'll give you this, I'm seeing someone. Maybe if you pay attention you'll figure it out." He shrugged again, though it seemed more like a twitch.

Rachel stood up, leaning close to Nathan. "How did you know the code." She said, almost inaudibly, looking into his eyes.

She was met with an iron door, she blinked and saw that Nathan wasn't smiling anymore. He looked... ashamed? Nervous? Sad?

"Sometimes, Rach," Nathan said as the bell rang and students began to pile out of the classroom, "things are best left buried." With that he grabbed his bag and walked off, leaving ever hair on Rachel erect and her intuition buzzing.

She looked around and saw Jefferson eyeing her.

Time to go.

Rachel stretched, trying to relax under Jefferson's stare and turned to Max, who was still chatting with Kate at her table.

"Bell rang lovebirds, you can talk photography later." Rachel teased, waltzing over to them.

Max rolled her eyes and Kate blushed.

"We're not talking photography." Kate said softly and Max shot her a grin.

"We're talking that Kate has a girlfriend." Max sing-songed, teasing and playful.

Rachel felt warmth in her belly as she watched Max tease Kate, all in good fun, of course, a little bit more.

"Alright, alright. Enough." Kate's face was tomato red, "Max, we should hang out today, if that's okay?" She directed that question towards Rachel as the blonde began to walk out of class, sick of Jefferson just sitting at his desk watching her.

Rachel paused at the door, "Sure." She said with an easy shrug. Max had other friends, Rachel couldn't take all her time despite herself wanting to. "Come on though, it's a nice day."

Max snorted and followed Rachel, lagging behind with Kate and still whispering with her. Rachel had a feeling that Max wasn't talking about Victoria's and Kate's blossoming relationship but she didn't want to intrude.

She sighed as the sun's golden rays touched her face, she grinned to herself and rushed towards the fountain, hopping on it and balancing on the ledge. She hurt a few clicks of an old camera and twisted her neck, looking back at the culprit.

"You have to show me those before you keep them." She ordered, grinning to show she wasn't really serious. If Max was taking the shot, the picture would be perfect every time.

"Sure." Max said with a small grin on her face. She checked the time and turned herself to Kate. "Catch the bus?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

Kate checked her watch, "Uh, yeah. Let's go." She nodded to Rachel, "Nice seeing you, Rachel." She said warmly, "Sorry for taking Max away."

Rachel waved her off, "Don't be, Max has other friends- not just me."

"Yes, please keep talking about me as if I'm not here." Max said sarcastically, making Kate giggle and Rachel grin. "Rachel knows I'll make it up to her." Rachel felt a heat score through her and she mentally yelled at herself to take her mind out of the gutter. "Don't you Rach?"

Rachel's mouth felt dry and her entire being ached to say 'You know it' in a sultry tone but something about this seemed too sensitive to joke like that; so instead she nodded.

"Yeah, don't sweat it." Rachel waved her off, she hopped off the fountain to land in front of Max and hugged the girl, breathing in her vanilla scent. "Have fun." She said softly, her breath tickling Max's neck.

She felt the girl shudder and twitch under her, the blonde couldn't help but grin a little at the cute reaction. Her mind flooded with ideas that would make Max squirm and she mentally yelled at herself to calm down.

Reining herself in, Rachel pulled back and pulled out her phone. "It's time for me to get my bake on." She winked at Max, who was blushing slightly and waved at Kate. "Bye."

"Bye Rachel." Kate grabbed Max's arm and together the two walked away towards the bus stop.

Rachel watched them, mostly Max, until they disappeared and sighed, her body slumping. She grabbed her chest and felt her hammering heart. She really needed to control her mind, Max was too innocent for any of Rachel's antics-sexual or non-sexual.

She let out a frustrated grunt, Rachel knew herself. She knew that this wasn't a lust for the girl that caused a small roadblock in her and Chloe's relationship. This wasn't something she wanted to spite Chloe.

She was in love with both of them.

She knew that, her heart and soul knew that, fuck even Nathan-fucking-Prescott was starting to catch on to it.

But Max was so undeniably in love with Chloe, it was so obvious that it shocked Rachel that Chloe hadn't noticed. Well, not quite. It didn't really shock Rachel, not truly, Chloe was oblivious with emotions as is, however, Max's affections were poorly concealed. They were natural with each other, it was a natural magnet tugging at them.

And then there was Rachel.

But Chloe was so undeniable in love with Max. She never needed her punk facade' to protect herself with Max. She would go to the end of the earth for the brunette even if she had ghosted her for five years. Five years and Chloe still let Max back into her life, if that didn't speak volumes about how important Max was to Chloe then nothing did.

And then there was Rachel.

But fate had brought the two best friends back together, as if it wanted them together.

And then there was fucking Rachel.

The blonde tugged at her hair and let out a sharp exhale. She tried to calm herself down, knowing she made stupid decisions when she was having a breakdown. Her mind flashed back to the first time Chloe and her found the junkyard, when she freaked out and possibly lost Chloe forever but somehow she didn't. Even with her freaking out and sudden mood change, Chloe still came to her. Still talked to her. Still loved her.

'Like... Like a friendship? But.. more?'

That memory floated through the aspiring models head, causing Rachel breathed out a laugh and close her eyes.

She needed to talk to Chloe.

She reopened them and fished her phone from her pocket, typing a quick text to Chloe.

Sent 12:34

Rach: Hey Priceless? Can you pick me up from BlackHell, I wanna go to the junkyard

Priceless: Just you and me?

Rach: Yeah, got anything to smoke?

Priceless: I'm offended, you should know I always got the goods

Priceless: B there in 5

Rach: You're amazing, c u

Priceless: I'm Priceless

Rach: Damn right

Rachel smiled slightly, the conversation went well and Chloe even initiated some sort of playful bantar. That was a step in the right direction, or at least, Rachel hoped it was. The blonde wondered around for a few moments before she heard a snobbish voice.

"You look different."

She turned to see Victoria, Nathan, and of course Victoria's lackeys, Taylor and Courtney (Who were definitely dating because Rachel caught them having sex in the shower two days ago).

"Do I? Maybe it's the hair." Rachel said, the comment snarky but said in a way to be joking. The wind blew around her and her hair flowed like a cape behind Rachel, fanning out like the suns' beams.

Victoria snorted, "Or the lovesick, puppy-eyed expression." She replied, her green eyes narrowing.

Rachel shrugged, she didn't have the care or energy to deny anymore. She was so sick of fighting, she had been fighting since she learned about her dad and her real mom. She was sick of being in denial about her emotions, she was sick of wearing this 'perfect Rachel Amber' mask she always had on. She was sick of lying about her emotions.

"Who knows?" She said, the chilled air making her adrenaline flow as her mind went blissfully blank. "God, don't you love this weather?" She outstretched her arms to the sides and spun in a circle, laughing. "Don't you feel alive?" She grinned at Victoria who was probably thinking she had gone batshit crazy yet the photographer was actually smiling.

"Sure Rachel." She said, raising a curious brow. "It's cold as fuck but sure." 

Rachel opened her mouth to say something no doubt stupid when a honk made her grin. She knew that cars horn anywhere, Chloe had arrived. She waved off to Victoria and run towards the truck, practically flying into the familiar leather seats. 

Chloe rose a brow to her, "You're hyper as hell, what's up?" 

Rachel turned to Chloe, fondness simmering in her belly. "Just enjoying the vibes." She said, gazing into Chloe's eyes.

The punk opened and closed her mouth, a small blush on her cheeks. "Stop that." She grumbled, putting her truck in reverse and backing out of the parking lot. 

Rachel grinned, "Enjoying the view?" She tried, knowing that Chloe would feel her intent gaze.

"Unbelievable." Chloe said, shaking her head as she rushed to the junkyard. "You're kind of the worst."

"You make me the best." Rachel said softly, feeling daring and light enough to move closer to Chloe, leaning her head on the punks shoulder. 

"Do I?" Chloe glanced at her before her eyes darted back to the road.

"Yeah." Rachel murmured, putting her hand on Chloe's knee. It was a fairly innocent touch by Rachel's standards but the blonde knew it would have Chloe thinking about non-innocent things. 

Chloe shook her leg, "Stop that." She ordred firmly, fixing Rachel with a small glare. "I'm driving, do you want us killed?"

"I didn't do anything." The aspiring model said with a small grin, "You're the one with your head in the gutter."

Chloe shook her head, mumbling something that Rachel didn't understand before she parked and switched the engine off. "Home away from Hell." She said, opening her door and stepping out. 

Chloe

Many things were going through Chloe's head as her feet hit the soft dirt of the junkyard. Her mind was a swirling tornado, threatening to tear everything up; so loud that she barely registered her truck door slamming shut as she walked towards the hideout.

She wanted to believe Rachel, she wanted to believe that Rachel meant what she said. But there was always that nag in the back of her mind, the painful reminder that Rachel had said she cared about Chloe and then slept with her drug dealer.

Chloe needed answers. She was so sick of this. So sick of feeling like shit over something that shouldn't have even been a big deal but was. She was sick of avoiding the diner because she didn't want to see Frank, as he was a regular. She was sick of feeling trapped again in Shithole Bay. She was sick of being in love with Rachel Amber yet she wouldn't trade it for the world.

She sighed as she fell onto the old couch and looked up at Rachel who immediately walked over to the stereo and switched it on. The hum of Firewalk echoed in the background and Chloe watched as Rachel bounced around to the beat, a grin on her face. The punk willed herself to stay still but this was so familiar, so comfortable, that the blunette didn't think twice when Rachel urged her up.

Soon the two were dancing and laughing, it was as if the last six months never happened. Now they were just Chloe Price and Rachel Amber, the two kids who obviously have something going on but won't admit it (Victoria's words not Chloe's). The two kids who wanted to run away together.

The song ended and Rachel was beaming. Chloe couldn't help but grin back.

You need to talk to her Chloe. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Max said in her mind. Chloe knew she was right, she always was, but right now things were going so well. She didn't want to ruin it, ruin the moment of happiness she and Rachel were sharing. A moment where nothing of the past mattered. 

So the two danced, there bodies pressing and moving together in a harmonized ritual that seemed to be an instinct given to them at birth. The hideout was a blur of posters, graffiti, and passive-aggressive signs, that Chloe didn't care about anymore. Everything was out of focus but Rachel, who was a sharp HD image in the punks mind; she stuck out in the greatest of ways.

A rush of adrenaline and happiness, that's what Chloe was going to blame it on, but suddenly the two were face-to-face, their lips crashing together awkwardly before smoothing out as their bodies recognized the action. Chloe's hands found their way onto Rachel's hips, her thumbs digging into the bone. She felt Rachel's slender arms snake around her neck, felt Rachel's full chest onto hers, and stomach press against Chloe's own.

An electric current of arousal went down Chloe's spine, this was her Rachel, her angel, the girl she had fallen for almost immediately and helplessly in the windmill. A wave of possessiveness forced the punk closer, her teeth nipping the blondes lower lip in a demand.

Rachel breathed out the smallest of moans causing a burst of heat to spread through Chloe's stomach before she obligated. Chloe grinned slightly, Rachel almost never let her lead. Taking advantage of it, Chloe slipped her tongue into Rachel's mouth and greeted the blondes in a bold hello. 

So familiar, so nice, just like before. Before she-

What am I doing? Reality crashed down on Chloe causing her to freeze and recoil back as though she had been struck. 

Rachel opened her eyes in confusion, "Chlo?" She was panting, out of breath, but Chloe heard the neediness, the heat. "What's up?"

"What are we doing?" Chloe asked softly.

Rachel blinked, "Making out?" She said, unable to come up with a normal witty, Rachel response. She hadn't experienced anything sexual since him and it was showing.

"No I mean-" Chloe felt a tingle down her spine, her mind screaming at her to just forget about it and keep kissing Rachel because god she missed it. Manicured nails scraped the back of Chloe's neck, which shouldn't have turned her on so much but it did because it was Rachel. "I mean-" Chloe gripped the blonde's hip tighter, trying to sort through her horny mind for the words she needed. "What are we doing?" She repeated uselessly, "Why are we doing this? This.. back and forth." 

Rachel rose a brow and somehow, because it was Rachel, Chloe found it hot. "That's how making out works Chlo." She said.

Chloe let out a low groan, a thrum in the back of her throat. She let go of the blonde and backed away, needing to distance herself from the girl who was screwing up her mental functionality. "No, why are we making out." She said slowly, "Why are we needing to talk but avoiding it once again." 

Rachel bit her lip, "I wasn't the one who started it this time Chloe." She said, avoiding answering.

Chloe exhaled through her nose, "God, why can't-" She clenched and unclenched her fist before she cracked her knuckles nervously. "Why are we making this so fuckin' hard?" She demanded, the dam that was blocking her emotions cracking. "When was the last time we even talked about this shit?" Another log was breaking. "How many times have we had sex because we didn't want to talk about this shit?" And another. "What haven't you told me about?" Another. "Why... Why did you sleep with Frank?" Burst. "Why did you sleep with him when you knew I was in love with you?"

Chloe's desperate voice echoed in her ears. The radio had glitched out and now the two were left in silence, Chloe looking at Rachel with teary eyes. 

"What did I do wrong?" Her voice cracked, torn and broken. She had kept this in for months, she was done.

Rachel looked at her with wide eyes, "Chlo.." She murmured, her voice gravelly. "Chlo, you didn't do anything wrong, I'm just an idiot." She gave a dry laugh but she didn't smile, the laugh was nothing more than a sharp jerk of her shoulders. 

"I loved you, I-" Chloe bit her lip, "I still love you. I gave you everything and then you-"

"We were fighting Chloe, I was scared of losing you I needed weed." Rachel crossed her arms and held herself, "Frank doesn't accept late payments anymore and I had no money, I slept with him for free drugs; it wasn't because I loved him."

Chloe felt her heart ache, "You lost me by sleeping with him." She said lowly, tears rolling down her cheek.

"Did I?" Rachel looked at her sharply, "Cause last time I checked your still here." 

Chloe dug her nails into her palms, she knew Rachel was right but something in her screamed to prove her wrong. 

"We weren't dating Chloe." Rachel went on, making Chloe freeze. "We've never dated, we always said we had something but do you even know what the fuck we have? Cause I sure as hell don't anymore." 

Chloe trembled, that one detail, that one fucking detail, was the biggest issue about her insecurity. The one logic point she had nothing to fight against. "We still had something, we still.." Chloe struggled a bit before a flow of anger rushed through her veins. "Is that what you're hiding behind?" She demanded, "The fact that despite the fact that we said I love you and kissed and fucked, we weren't dating?" Finally, a counterpoint.

Rachel bit her lip, "I'm not hiding behind anything Chloe." She looked into the punks eyes, "I fucked Frank, I'm sorry. Nothing I do or say will ever change that, I wish I could just reverse time but I can't." Pain swam in those beautiful hazel orbs that Chloe wished she could hate but loved. "I fucked up, I used you, Chloe." Tears poured down Rachel's face, "I freaked out and made a stupid decision that benefitted only me." she ran her fingers through her blonde tresses in a stressed motion. "I basically cheated on you." She said softly, "I betrayed your trust and I-" Rachel's shoulders shook with a silent sob. "I don't know how to fix it." She whispered.

Chloe stared at her. "Why did you do it?" She asked, her voice watery. 

"Because I didn't care at that moment. The only person I was thinking of was myself." Rachel looked down.

The punk closed her eyes, cold tears pouring down her face. "I loved you. I love you." She said softly.

Rachel breathed a laugh. "I love you too. I always have, since before the windmill."

Chloe reopened them, her body quivering under her crying. "You knew what it would do."

"I didn't care." Rachel whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. 

"What else have you kept from me Rachel? How many people get to call you theirs?" Chloe demanded, her fingers clenching into a fist.

"Max kissed me when I freaked out." Rachel said, looking up with clear eyes. "And I liked it. I like Max." She admitted, "I almost kissed her again, that's why we looked like deer in the headlights when you opened the door that one day. I asked her why she kissed me and she started saying things and they were all true and all so sweet and I.." Rachel ran her fingers through her hair, "She said she figured it would calm me down. I asked her if it was possible to be in love with two people and she said she guessed it was." 

Chloe furrowed her brow, her stomach had a cold stone in it. Rachel kissed her Max? Her best friend? Anger flooded through her veins, fiery and intense. 

Rachel bit her lip, "I love you Chloe. But I also..." she swayed as if she was on a boat at sea. "I also fell hella hard for Max." Rachel shuffled, "That probably sounds fucked up."

"You'll hurt her." Chloe growled, glaring at Rachel. "What makes you think you're good enough for my Max?" She demanded, moving forward. 

Rachel flinched, "I'm not." She admitted, making Chloe freeze. "But that doesn't change the fact that I fell for her." 

Chloe eyed Rachel, her mind swimming with anger. "You kissed her." She snarled.

"She kissed me first." Rachel said softly.

"You couldn't control yourself. You've never been able to control yourself, have you Amber?" Chloe spat out her name like it was poison. "You fucked Frank because you couldn't control yourself, you got involved with Jefferson because you couldn't control yourself, you took advantage of Max's kindness because you couldn't fucking control yourself!" The punk's voice grew louder with each accusation, her body stalking forward stiffly with each sentence until she was in Rachel's face. 

She was close enough to feel that Rachel was trembling, she glared into those hazel sunset eyes. Chloe watched as tears flowed down her perfect face. 

"Every time we get into fights we have sex because you can't talk about, because you can't handle it, because you're so immature and pathetic you can't stand the thought of owning up to your own shitty actions!" Chloe was screaming, the building seemed to shake. She didn't care who could hear her, she didn't care if Rachel was sobbing violently. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her to make Rachel feel the same pain she's held back for six whole months. 

And for once, Chloe decided to listen.

"I wish I never have met you." Chloe growled lowly, "I wish you disappeared and I never found you on the side of the road." She snarled, shoving her face in Rachel's. "I wish I-" Tears poured down Rachel's face and the punk cursed at herself for feeling bad for Rachel. "I wish I never fell in love with you." Chloe cursed her voice for cracking and her eyes for tearing up. She cursed the tears that flowed down her face. She glared at Rachel but the anger was gone, replaced with icy regret and disgusting satisfaction.

She had nothing more to give now, she had nothing to scream, nothing to feel mad about. Chloe was empty now. 

The punk leaned back, moving away from the sobbing blonde and stared at her in slight horror. 

She had done this. Chloe tried blaming Rachel but she couldn't.

Shame filled the blunette and she staggered towards the door, looking back at Rachel.

"I'm so sorry." Rachel hiccupped through sobs. "I'm so fucking sorry."

Chloe stared at her silently, cold tears still flowing down her face. Her body, her instinct, screamed to tell Rachel it was okay, to wrap Rachel in a hug and cry with her.

But instead, she did what Rachel would have done. 

She stepped out of the hideout and walked to her car. She switched on the ignition and left Rachel behind her in her trucks dust. 

Max

Max laughed slightly as she and Kate walked out of the bus and up the Blackwell stairs leading to the front of the school.

"Not even, Blade Runner is like, legendary status." The hipster told Kate, "You should definitely watch it with me and Chloe some time." 

"Maybe." Kate's eyes wondered from Max's to something behind her but the hipster was to busy thinking about Chloe to notice. 

"Max!" The hipster jumped and she looked at Kate with wide eyes. "Isn't that Rachel?" Kate pointed behind the brunette and Max turned, her heart falling as she saw Rachel staggering towards Max. 

"Rachel!" Max cried, breaking out into a run as Rachel swayed on her feet. She barely made it as the blonde slumped into her arms, body trembling and sobs spilling from her mouth.

Max felt eyes on her but she didn't care. "Rachel? What happened?" She placed her chin on the blondes head.

"C-C-C-C-C-C-Chloe..." Rachel managed, burying her face into the brunette's chest. "God, I suck!" She screamed, clawing at Max's shirt.

Max bit her lip and looked up as a tall shadow loomed over her. Dana gripped Rachel and got her to stand on her feet without swaying.

"My dorm Rachel. Now." She ordered softly, "Max help her." 

"I got her." Max said, her mind spiraling. 

"Alright, alright! Move out of the fucking way!" The photographer blinked as Nathan began to shove people out of the way. "Move now!" He roared and the students ran off, giving the four students more room than needed.

Nathan eyed Rachel with a guarded expression before he sat against a tree, waving for the three girls to move on.

Dana blinked in shock, "Thank you Nathan." She said before she and Max began to take Rachel towards the dorms.

"Don't mention it." Nathan said lowly, "Ever."

Soon, the girls were in Dana's room, Rachel clinging to Max.

"Rach, what happened?" Max asked softly, brushing the blonde's hair out of her face. "What did Chloe do."

Rachel looked up, her eyes focusing. She stared at Max for a few moments before she let out a slow breath trying to calm herself.

Dana situated herself beside Rachel, rubbing slow circles in the blondes back. Max interlocked her and Rachel's fingers, her thumb rubbing the back of the models' hand.

Rachel breathed in and out for a few moments before finally..

"I called her after you left..."