Emily's p.o.v.

*At boarding school*

I'm always careful not to call Beca well... Beca when other students are around. It's hard because I have known her for a long time now. I first met her when I was 4. She was 7. We lived in another town at the time, and Beca just moved there with her mom to live with her step-dad. We were neighbours and we quickly became friends, playing with dolls and all. I'll always remember the day I found out about her 'job'...

*Flashback*

I was really hurt ! My boyfriend had broken up with me because I wouldn't sleep with him. Well sorry, but 14 was a little young, don't you think ? I knew he was 16 but he could have waited right ?

I decided to go see my best friend Beca, she always knew how to make me feel better. After all these years of friendship I didn't knock anymore, but when I arrived, the door was already opened, like it had been forced... Weird. All of a sudden, I heard a male groan and something cracked, probably made out of wood. I rushed over to where the sound came from. "BECA ?!" I shouted, worried. I arrived to the kitchen and Baca spotted me. "Don't stay here Emily !" she commanded, but I couldn't move as the man jumped on her "Careful !" I screamed and just before he could hit her, Beca turned back her attention to him. She grabbed his arm that was launched at her and led him to the kitchen counter. She hit his head on it once, twice, then he stumbled back. She grabbed a pan and knocked him out with it. "I told you not to stay here !" she scolded me. "Aren't you calling the cops ?" I asked, bewildered as she sat him on a chair and tapped his hands, torso and feet to it. "Emily, you really should leave." She told me, not answering my question. "I'm not leaving you alone with this psycho, not until you call the cops !" I refused, making her sigh. "Whatever..." she grabbed a walkie-talkie that was hidden under her jacket and spoke in it. "Agent Mitchell03 ; there must have been loopholes in the last mission, I've just been attacked in my own home." she informed who ever was listening. "How are you and how's the man ?" a deep voice answered. "I'm fine, man knocked out, tied up to a chair. Wait. I never said it was a man... Nor that he was alone !" she nearly screamed as she realized something. I, on the other hand, was totally clueless. "I'm sorry Beca... it's part of the procedure... They wanted you tested." The voice replied apologetically. "Craig ?!" I shouted but she put a finger on her lips, indicating me to shut up, which I did. "Yeah, well, I'm not cleaning this up. You're on housework duty." she informed him. "Alright kiddo." he chuckled. Then she put her walkie talkie back under her jacket. She sighed, took a bottle of water out of the fridge and emptied it on the knocked-out man's face. His eyes shot wide open. "Hey there sleeping beauty ! Here what's gonna happen. I'm gonna untie you..." I cut her off "WHAT ?!" I shouted worried. "Chill, Em ! I'll explain later !" she turned back to the man. "Then you'll go back to the base and tell them I'm very able to defend myself. Agreed ?" she asked him, untying his hands. "Agreed." he mumbled, rubbing his head where she had hit him. "Good, now go !" she said. After he left, we sat on the couch and she told me everything. I thought it was so cool having a FBI agent for a best friend !

*End of flashback*

Well, I guess that brought us closer, but she made me promise not to tell anyone. And I never did.

As I enter the room, I see Chloe lying on the bed with her earphones on. She seems deep in thoughts and doesn't notice me entering. I go to sit on her bed and she notices me, taking one of her earphones out.

"Hey Chlo', you alright ?" I ask, concerned.

"I don't know... See, I heard rumors about Reb's sexual life, about how she sleeps around, and I'm not comfortable with it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous or anything alright ? I'm not in love with her, but I know she is with me, and not to sound cocky, but I don't want her to be seen as a slut just because she's trying to get over me..." she states. Well, don't worry, she's been like this since Bridgit, not just you... I think but I can't tell her that.

"Yeah, I know you know. So what, you feel guilty ?" I ask. Yes, I've known for a while that Chloe knew about Beca's feelings, but I didn't have the heart to tell her because I know she'd freak out.

"Well yeah, a little, I did. And then I tried to talk to her about it and she just went from her usual caring self to being all closed and cold and she ran away, I think she was hurt, and I didn't mean to hurt her... Cause I might not love her, but I do care about her as a friend."

"I know you do, don't worry, she'll come around eventually." With that I take my phone and text Beca. I'm not about to tell her Chloe knows about her feelings though.

Emily : Hey sweetie ! So I talked to Chloe, she's not mad at you, just feeling guilty for bringing it up and hurting you. Not even judgy.

Beca : Gosh, she's so sweet ! You think I should talk to her and explain ? So that she remains not judgemental...

Emily : I guess yeah... Hey, nothing to do with it but, are we still on for friday night your pre-birthday drinking game ?

Beca : Tomorrow I will. And yeah of course ! :D

Beca asked me to stay at her place friday night so I could help her saturday, bringing in the arguments vodka and weed. We're just gonna have a pre-birthday party, the two of us ! I drift off to sleep thinking about how much fun we'd have.

Chloe's p.o.v.

Talking to Emily always helped me. I'm lucky she's in my room. I mean I have Aubrey, and she's more than great, but in these special cases, since she's Reb's best friend, I'm sure she can get her to open up to me. I decide to read a little bit before I turn off my bedside lamp and fall asleep.

Beca's p.o.v.

After texting Emily, I'm kinda mad at myself for being mean to Chloe and relieved that she isn't mad at me. I decide that tomorrow morning, I'll talk to her, make it up for getting angry. Hopefully she won't judge me for what I did. I drift off to sleep thinking about Chloe's deep blue eyes, her kissable lips curved into that sexy smirk she has when bragging... Thinking about it, she kinda reminds me of my first crush. She really looks like Dallas, minus the blue hair. But just like her she is so beautiful...

Chloe's p.o.v.

*Friday, 3:00am*

I am woken up by the beep of a text on my phone. I unlock the screen and see it's from Dylan, my boyfried. I open it, curious of what he'd want at 3 in the morning, and then remember he hadn't answered my previous text in which I told him I couldn't see him this weekend and explained why... uh oh...

Wait a second ! Rebecca ?! You're ditching me to go to that dyke's party ?! You know she's got a crush on you, she might try and make a move, is this what you want ? Plus I heard she sleeps around, that slut might have STDs, so yeah, go ahead ! But if she tries anything, just know I'll rip her head off ! Goodnight !

After reading this, I start crying, unfortunatly waking Emily up in the process. She quickly comes to me, asking what's wrong. I show her the text. She seems to get really mad, which I understand, it's her best friend he was talking about. She gets up.

"Okay, enough rumors ! Reb might have had a few girls in her bed, but she's certainly not a slut ! Anyways, he has no right to talk like that, and one last thing, sorry Chloe, but your boyfriend's a real jerk !" I am still crying. I know she's right and I don't know how to answer, neither to her, nor to him. She speaks again. "As her friend, I'd defend her if anyone said that to me, and just so you know you're her friend too, and even though he's your boyfriend, you shouldn't let him- "

"I know okay, I know !" I interrupt her between sobs. "But I don't wanna have another fight with him and..."

"Oh so you'd rather let him insult the girl who's been there for you everytime you weren't okay BECAUSE OF HIM ?! Nice, Chloe, real nice." Her words sink into me. I know she has a point, but I'm so tired I just want to go back to sleep...

"You're right, Em. But right now I'm just so exhausted and I can't deal with him at this time of the night. I promise, I'll call him in the morning to let him know that." I inform her.

"Good. I'm sorry I yelled, I just don't like when people just assume without knowing the all story. Now go back to sleep... 'Night"

"Goodnight."