I'm bulletproof,
Nothing to lose.
Fire away!
Fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away!
Fire away!
Shoot me down,
But I won't fall.
I am titanium!
Shoot me down,
But I won't fall.
I am titanium!
And just like that, Chloe Beale's white I Phone flew through the air and smashed into her bedroom wall. The phone landed upright on her floor, adorned with cracks, but Chloe could care less. She only cared that that god awful song stopped playing. Why was Pandora being so evil?
The twenty-six year old red head heaved a sigh. It was 4 a.m. Like most nights, she could not get to sleep or rather, stay asleep .She would toss and turn all night,and wake up drenched in sweat from the dreams. She lay in her bed, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling. She was only vaguely aware of the tears that slipped down her cheeks as she wondered not for the first time, how in the world it got this way.
How much she wished she was bulletproof, but she wasn't. She never would be. Her wounds were still fresh, still visible, and they kept coming; they ran much deeper than the flesh.
Anyone, she thought, could see them if they knew her four years ago and saw her now. Only they didn't, because Chloe got good at faking it. She got good at acting like everything was okay. She would tell people she was fine and mask it with a smile, but it wasn't fine. It wasn't okay. It hadn't been for a while.
There was a time when Titanium would play on repeat for hours. There was a time when she could be around the Bellas without crying herself to sleep afterwards, a time when she didn't have to fake the smiles, the laughter and her once normal happy-go-lucky outlook on life.
She thought back to her first senior year at the activities fair when she first saw her. Beca Mitchell had been so…breathtaking. Everything about her was, especially that smile. That smirk, how Chloe hated it; she was so defenseless against it. All it took was one damn smirk, and Chloe was done for. She was doomed from the start. They connected instantly, even after Beca had insulted a capella groups. A sick frown tugged at her lips as she remembered how Aubrey had scolded her afterwards, something about how getting involved with people like Beca would only end in Chloe getting hurt.
The sick irony in the truth of Aubrey Posen's words that day still made her stomach turn. All Beca Mitchell had done the past four years was hurt her. She was the inflictor of Chloe's wounds. Every mix Beca had ever made her, every touch, every wink, every smirk only left another mark on Chloe.
It hurt so bad. It cut her so deep. Yet, Chloe still stayed. For the past three years, she had intentionally failed because it was impossible for her to stay away from Beca, no matter how hard she tried. She knew Beca had never intended to hurt her. It wasn't Beca's fault. Chloe was the one that messed up. She royally screwed up this time. She fell in love with that beautiful, sarcastic, plaid-wearing weirdo. It was all her fault. She had been in love for so long, but didn't realize it until it was too late, and Beca had her lips all over that movie freak. It seemed so uncharacteristic of Beca to buy into his cliché Hollywood ending bull crap, but she did.
Chloe had always been infatuated with Beca, but where that line crossed from infatuation to love, she wasn't sure. There were so many things that happened between them that year: That awkward shower incident (not that she regretted it. That was one of the best moments of her life), then there was Hood night when Beca openly flirted with her, the riff-off, to that mash up of Just the Way You Are and—there it was.
That fucking romantic Bruno Mars and Nelly mash up was what did her in. Beca had straight up admitted to them all that she kissed a girl, and then she did that to Chloe. It was such a cheap shot. They were singing right to each other. For each other. Chloe knew it. That was when she truly fell for that beautiful sarcastic DJ. She remembered singing the Just the way you Are part while Beca answered with Just a Dream. They all sounded amazing that night.
"Oh Her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shining.
Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying .
She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day.
Yeah I know, I know when I compliment her, she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see,
But every time she asks me, 'Do I look okay? I say.
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change.
Cuz girl you're amazing just the way you are. "
She had never meant each lyric in a song more than she did in that moment.
Beca Mitchell really was amazing just the way she was, even though some didn't think so. Aubrey thought she was too alternative, disapproving of her excessive eyeliner, dark clothes, tattoos, and ear monstrosities; Chloe thought it was hot. Professor Mitchell thought she was too obsessed with music, disapproving of her ambition to become a DJ and her new position at a record company; Chloe loved all of her mixes and cheered her on. What irked her more than anything was even Jes-she couldn't bring herself to say his name-Movie Freak still tried to change her. He was her boyfriend. It was his job to support her, and he didn't. He disapproved of her stand-offish, anti-social mannerisms and her distaste for his beloved movies. He even tried to change her 'scary appearance,' while Chloe accepted everything about her. She always supported her. She loved Beca Mitchell for who she was, and never wanted her to change, yet Beca still chose him over her.
Her hand over her mouth, she couldn't choke back the sobs. She could treat Beca so much better. Beca deserved the best, and Chloe could give her that. She was in love with one of her best friends, and could not stand by and watch the Jesse and Beca show continue without the Beca and Chloe show being endgame.
She loved Beca so much more than Jesse; that much she knew, and she was not going to go down without a fight.
She slipped out of her bed to pick up her severely damaged phone. At least the screen was the only thing that had gotten cracked. She texted Beca three simple words: I miss you.
She went and grabbed her jacket. Aubrey was going to kill her for showing up at her house in the middle of the night and maybe, for not ever telling her she was in love with Beca.
Unlike Rick Springfield, she didn't just want Jesse's Girl, she was going to tell her that she loved her. Yeah, the point may be mute, but she couldn't sit back and do nothing anymore. She had to try.
On another note, it looked as if she had a new favorite song.
AN: So in order to keep this as canon as possible, you guys are going to have to wait for May 16th for an update, but I promise it will be worth it. I hope you liked it. Tell me what you think. So until then, review, favorite, follow the story, and check out my other Bechloe story Titanium.
Sorry if this was angsty, but Chloe is in love with Beca, and has had to watch her be happy with some stupid dude that wants to change Beca. I think she's handling it pretty well. I promise as long as Jesse does not cheat on Beca in Pitch Perfect 2, this will not bash him. I actually like his character. It's just from Chloe's POV, so he's going to look like a douche bag for a while.
Also, sorry for the language. Chloe is pretty messed up, and when people are that messed up, they are going to have pretty foul mouths. I'm just trying to make it as realistic as possible.