Rocky was sentenced to 20 years in jail. She was lucky that she was a minor or else she would've gotten death. We were separated by the glass window at the Chicago Jail. I always expected me to be the one in there but... Rocky?

"You didn't have to do that. Rocky you could've told me how you felt. I could've helped you..."

"I was scared. I wanted to solve the problem myself..."

I exhaled loudly. Why did this have to happen?

"Cece. I'm SO sorry. Can we still be friends?" I looked at her. I didn't know how I felt. Sad? Angry? Disappointed? I didn't know anything anymore. But I knew one thing...

"Raquel. I have NEVER had you as a best friend."