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Chapter 10

Beca's POV

"Are you sure you have to go?" Chloe asks, a whiny tone to her voice. Smiling, I nod and grab the door handle.

"Thank you for having me,"I call out to her mom. She pokes her head out of the kitchen and smiles. Now I see where Chloe gets that smile from.

"Anytime. Thanks for coming over. It was a lot of fun."

"Mom, I'm going to walk Beca out." Without another word, Chloe puts her hand over mine and opens the front door. We go out onto the porch, the door closing softly behind us.

"I had a lot of fun." I look sheepishly down at my feet.

"Me too," Chloe says and I look up. "Why do I feel so sad about you going?" My eyes widen with the sudden question. The sadness in her tone is almost enough to make me tell her everything right there. All I want to tell her is that I feel the same. That I want to take her out on a date but I can't. How much I want to mark her. If I did though, it would lead to too many consequences right now. Which would lead to more punishments for me. I shudder at the thought.

"Sorry," Chloe shakes her head. "That was a stupid question. I shouldn't have said anything." Her voice gets lower and lower with each word until I can barely hear her. I put my hand on her arm. Our eyes meet and I try with everything I have to show her that I feel the same. Her mouth parts a little and I can hear her let out a small gasp. Slowly, we start leaning toward each other. We're so close I can feel her warm breath on my face. My eyes flicker down to her lips and I chuckle a little when I notice she does the same. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the curtain move and I know that her mom is watching us.

"Well, I better go,"I say, interrupting our moment. Chloe nods, not hiding her disappointment. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah." I smile and wave before walking off. Several times I look back and every time I do, Chloe is still standing there, watching me.

…

Even though it's late, I walk around town, looking for any help wanted signs. After a while, I'm ready to give up and head to the cabin when I see a small building with a light on. I jog over to it and peer in.

There's shelves full of records and Cd's and when I look harder, I can see a small booth. A guy is sitting there with headphones on, bouncing his head to the beat. I gasp when I realize who it is. I whip open the door and walk over to the booth.

"What the hell are you doing here?" My loud voice breaks through the headphones, startling Jesse.

"What the….? Beca?" I rest my hands on my hips and look around.

"You didn't tell me you worked here and what is here anyway?" Jesse stares at me for a second, still shocked by my entrance before answering.

"This is the radio station and I've told you about it. You just never listen." Guilt racks through me as I realize he's right. I don't ever listen to any of my friends. I'm so used to being an outsider that I've never been able to let anyone in. Even the ones closest to me.

"I'm sorry." Jesse just dismisses my apology, like it's not a big deal. It hurts that he's so used to my cold manner, it doesn't bother him anymore. It's like he's given up on me ever being an actual friend. They all have.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Well, you know that I'm not living at the foster home right?" Jesse nods. "I was out looking for a job when I saw the lights on in here." A frown covers Jesse's face.

"It's almost 10 at night."

"I know. I was just seeing if there were any signs up about anybody looking to hire." I wring my hands together, needing to ask this question, but not wanting to be rejected. "Um, is your boss looking for someone, by any chance?"

"Hm,"Jesse contemplates. "I don't know. Hang on, let me ask him." I wait for Jesse to pull out a phone, but instead he just turns a little, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I've checked. They said yes. Would you by any chance, be able to work here?" Excitement rolls through me and I barely stop myself from squealing. Can't ruin by bad ass rep by squealing like a little girl, now can I?

"Yes, thank you so much." Jesse just nods. "Also, what the hell just happened?"

"Oh, my father owns the station. So I get to choose who works here and the schedules and such."

"Ahh." I nod not too surprised. Some of the wolves have parents who own pieces of property here and there. They usually look to buy places they may need to regroup and have meetings that humans can't hear, but some buy random places if they have the money. Like Jesse's dad. He owns several places around town, but none of them have any relevance to each other or the wolves.

"He won't have any problem with me working here?" Jesse sighs and stands up, the chair creaking with relief at the sudden loss of weight.

"Beca, I've told you this. My dad does not hate you, not like the others. He understands that what happened was not your fault. How many times do we have to have this conversation?" I just shrug, not fully believing him even though there is a big chance his dad doesn't completely hate me. All the years living with them should've proven that, but I can't be too sure. I can't trust anybody completely.

"So I have a job?" Jesse nods and I bounce up and down a little. "When do I start?"

"When are you available?" I grin and take the headphones from the desk.

"Show me how it works."

…..

For the rest of the week, I work day and night at the radio station, trying to gather as much money as I can. Anything could happen at anytime. I just want to be prepared. I have to be prepared.

My foot taps impatiently as I wait for the bell to ring, signaling the end of the day and the week. The faster I can get off campus, the better. I don't want to take the chance of running into John or Luke and his minions. All week, I've done my best to evade them and succeeded, but that won't last forever.

"Beca?" Chloe whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts. My foot instantly stops moving and I can feel myself calming down just from the sound of her voice.

"What?" I flick my eyes toward the front of the room, landing on our old English teacher. She's too busy chatting about stuff we learned in third grade to notice us talking.

"Are you okay?" I open my mouth to answer when the bell interrupts, it's shrill ring making me wince. They could learn to turn that thing down. I quickly jump up, grabbing my bag. My foot starts tapping again as I wait for Chloe to pack up her stuff. Noticing my anxiety, she hurries, shoving stuff in her bag. Finally, she's done and we don't even try to talk over the screaming loudness of the crowd. We get outside and that's when Chloe asks me again.

"Are you okay? I've noticed you seem really anxious during 6th hour. Or any hour actually."

"Yeah, just want to get out of school, you know?" She nods and we stay silent until we reach her car.

"You want to come over?"

"Sorry, I have to work." Chloe nods, looking at the ground.

"How long?" I frown, confused.

"Um, just a few hours. Why?"

"Where do you work?" My frown deepens at her lack of answer to my question.

"The radio station. Why?" She gets out her keys and unlocks her car.

"Get in." WIthout another word, she gets in and starts the car. I stand there, debating on what to do. Take a chance and go with her or walk to the station never knowing what she planned on doing. I choose the first one.

I swing into the car, hitting the passenger seat with a little oomph! My back starts to ache a little but nothing too bad. Since I'm a werewolf, I heal really fast. Usually, with injuries like this, I would've healed by now but since Luke used silver on me, it's taking longer. In a week or so, the wounds should completely gone with the chance of a small scar. Typically, silver leaves scars, but how bad the injury is determines how bad the scar will be.

"Show me the way to your work,"Chloe demands, driving out of the parking lot. I do as she says.

"So you're just giving me a ride to work?" Chloe doesn't answer until we pull up to the radio station.

"Cool,"is all she says. I unbuckle and start to get out of the car when I notice she's doing the same.

"Thank you for the ride but you don't have to come in."

"I want to silly,"Chloe smiles. "I've never seen where you work. And anyway, I want to hang out with you afterward so I figured I'd stick around until you're done." I open my mouth to tell her she doesn't have to wait on me, but the smile on her face stops me.

"Okay. Let's go." She claps her hands together, jumping up and down squealing a little. I chuckle at her childlike manner and lead her inside the station. The whole time, I watch her expression as she takes it all in. She looks amazed at all the records and CD's, slowly walking and moving her head back and forth. Finally, her eyes land on the booth.

"What do you do in there?"

"That's where we play music on the radio. Different mixes and stuff."

"Can we go in?" I nod even though Jesse told me not to let anybody into the booth. If I get in trouble, it'll be worth it just to see the smile on her face. She walks toward it but stops at the basket with all the mixes that people bring in, hoping for them to be played. I rush to stop her but it's too late. She sees the ones I put in there.

"What's this for?"

"People put their stuff in there and if Jesse likes it, he'll play it on the radio." Chloe nods and picks one of mine up.

"This is yours?" I nod. "Has he played it?"

"No." Chloe frowns.

"Why not?"

"I just started here a couple of days ago and he hasn't really been in to try it out. I've been the main one working."

"Let's play it now."

"No!" Chloe drops the mix, startled at my outburst. "Sorry. It's just, it's Jesse's choice. I don't really choose what's played on the radio. Here, follow me." I grab her hand and pull her into the booth. Leaning forward, I grab a notebook and flip through the pages.

"He leaves me a list of what I can play and when. We have set times and it's a really strict schedule so I can't play just anything." Chloe nods and thinks for a second.

"Have you asked him about it?" I pause and she takes that as an answer. "You should. He may be willing to help you out. You are his friend after all." Not a very good one. Since the night Jesse gave me the job, I've been working on talking with everybody at lunch more and actually listening. Let's just say there's been some very surprised people. When they realized it wasn't just a fluke, they stopped staring at me wide eyed everytime I asked them a question.

"So, how do you do this?" Chloe sits down in the main chair so I pull up one of the extra ones. I grab the headphones and hand them to her. I start explaining it all to her, so engrossed in doing so that I don't realize she's not listening and instead, watching me. She's looking at me with a soft, adoring expression.

"You're missing all the excitement,"I whisper and she giggles at being caught.

"I'm not missing anything,"she whispers, her gaze still on me.