4:37 am. The sound of her phone buzzing woke her up.
Beca had fallen asleep while studying for the literature exam she had to do if she wanted to go to LA.
She sat straight on her chair, cracking her neck in the process, and closed her book.
"Enough." she told herself. Unlocking her phone she saw a few notifications from Twitter.
"Chlo. 4:37am It’s not the same."
If Beca had to be honest, she still cared about Chloe, cared enough to have her as 'favorite'.
She kept scrolling through the notifications.
"Chlo. 4:36am Funny to think how much our 'best friends' trust us."
"Why is she even awake?" Chloe always went to bed early, but apparently not tonight.
"Chlo. 4:38am I wish I hadn’t known."
Beca asked herself if she should talk to her or not, she should have talked to her, they w
