Rachel let out a heavy sob as she followed Michael out her front door, leaving her parents back in the dinning room with wide eyes in shock at the argument that had recently played out before them. She watched the blonde-haired football star walking away from her, down the front lawn, and to his red convertible parked in front of the house.

"Asshole!" she screamed at him shakily. Her voice echoed in the surrounding area, but she didn't give a shit. Instead she wrapped her arms around herself and let out another sob, watching Michael wave a hand at her, as if he were waving a bug off his shoulder, without a single word towards her.

She watched him get in his car and drive off as his tiers screeched against the pavement, burning rubber as if he couldn't wait to get away from her.

It took her a moment to wait for her sobs to die down as she pulled her Galaxy phone from her back pocket and dial Eric's numbers. Tears still spilled down her cheek, staining them with her running makeup.

When she heard the phone pick up, she sucked in a shaky breath. "Can we go to park? I need out of here for a while," she rushed.