but it's golden, like daylight (фемслэш)

"There's nothing to talk about."
"Bullshit." Chloe recognized the growing anger in her own voice. Taking a slow breath through her nose to calm herself, she continued. "Ever since you went through my stuff that one night, you've been acting so tense! I just wanna know what's going on in that head of yours. What you really think about us or—or Rachel cause god forbid we talk about a dead girl who's now haunting us in more ways than she already was."