QUINN
For Rachel to say that, I know this is more than jealousy.
"What are you talking about now?" I got up and sat down in bed as well.
"You rarely talk to me. When I call you, you're not in the mood to talk. You just let me blab and blab, and you don't say a thing. You call me now by my given name. You don't call babe like you're used to. You're always in a hurry to end our call, and you say you're always tired. But then I saw you today laughing with your friend -- what am I supposed to feel? Should I be happy that someone else can make you smile? I'm your girlfriend, but I can't even do that. It's not just the distance. You and I grew apart."
"That is not true."
"Yes, it is. You just don't want to admit it. But you have come to a point where you're tired of hearing my voice. My pre
