The image of Beca storming off, and the accompanying words, came in constant flashbacks; plaguing her mind as she simultaneously tried to block out the sound of Aubrey's light snore.
'You don't have to pretend you're allowed to have a say in the group right?'The look of desperation on her face as she attempted to defend her actions, and the disappointment when she realised that her 'friends' weren't going to help. 'If this is what I get for trying...'
God, she was an idiot. It had been two days since the Semi-finals, two days since they lost, and two days since she's seen Beca. Aubrey's mood had been fluctuating between angry at the 'alt girl' and depressed at her failure to redeem herself from the events that had unfolded the year before- and frankly, her roommate had become insufferable. Chloe had taken to ignoring her antics and focusing on her studies before holidays.
'I told you she wasn't a Bella.'
But it was here, in the dead of night, with silence enveloping her ears and the mocking comfortability of her bed that she remembered what is now the second worst night of her life.
Beca didn't come back that night, she didn't hear the announcement of the winners and the distinct lack of their group name, she didn't ride back to campus on the bus, and she didn't return any of the texts Chloe had so desperately sent in order to know if she was safe. No, something had broken in that moment that she was rejected by the group, rejected by her friends.
'If this is what I get for trying...'Beca was gone, her and Aubrey's best-friendship was gone, and soon, her voice might be too.
And with that uneasy thought, Chloe plugged in her ipod and shuffled further under her blankets.