Please dont hate me for this...just kinda came to me.
The secret life of Chloe Beale
This is not a love story. This is not a story about how Chloe meet my Prince Charming and lived happily ever after. This is not a story with a happy ending. This is the story of the secret life of Chloe Beale.
Chloe POV
You want to know the truth? I'm sleeping with Jesse. He likes me and it kills him. It's been happening since Hood night. Why in the world I let it happen I have no idea. Why he comes around every Tuesday night when Aubrey is out? I have no idea. To be honest I don't really care. We dance around each other until we end up naked in my bed he groans my name but I never say a thing learning a long time ago that 'Beca' was the wrong thing to say. He is handsome, charming and probably acceptable to my parents but I don't want him really. I'm not going to lie and say I'm sleeping with him just for his body. I never was, it was always about her.
So why am I sleeping with that idiot? Question I've asked myself many times and the answer I always come around to is because I hate him. Does that sound crazy? It probably does. I hate Jesse because he has got her. He doesn't have her but he is closer than anyone has been. Being totally honest I like sex, there now you know the rumours of the singing red head are true. I have always liked sex; I like the power and control that it brings.
Beca, the name I wanted to scream and the one I wanted panting beneath me not him. I wonder if she has any idea how many nights I've spent not sleeping over this. Not because I'm sleeping with a man I have no feelings for but because I want her.
I look up at him panting, hot and inside me and wonder am this Beca would dream of? This is what she likes, what she wants to feel like? I don't get it.
We don't ever talk about it. I'm actually more than okay with that, his voice annoys me deep and strong. He never stays the night and leaves quietly, if Jesse wasn't Jesse he would be the prefect booty call. God damn that idiot.
You know what, call me crazy but last night I slept with Aubrey too. Yeah, I know good move Chloe your roommate and she is your best friend. Jesse had annoyed me this week more than usual, I shouldn't have let it both me it hadn't before. She is lying next to me naked right now; she stays the night great one of those. Then again her bed is only 2 meters away does it really matter? No cuddling thank god. Everyone thinks I'm a big cuddle person, like a love sick puppy but really come on, why does everyone put cuddling and sex together they are two separate activities.
I almost hope that Beca finds all this out, the mess I have got myself in, this horrible disaster. Hopefully she finds out and comes running to save me but that's just a fantasy. This is reality and here I sleep alone and I keep my secrets hidden. No one looks twice when I look at Beca Mitchell just a little too long or when that small smile comes around Jesse Swanson's face when he sees us together probably imagining some sick threesome that's never going to happen. No one blinked at Aubrey Posen's newest fun personality trait constant sex eyes.
Most possibly this is part 1 if no one kills me for writing this...so first try at first person point of view...yeah.
~Lara Knight