A/N: Okay this is going to be like a 4-5 chapter story based off of 'Sophie's Fall' from Coronation Street with Sophie/Sian, you'll notice the similarities if you know what I'm talking about. If you don't know who they are, no worries! Also this is my first multi-chapter Bechloe story, so hopefully it's not too bad. Leave me a review and let me know what you think!

CHLOE POV

8:00 p.m.

"For the last time, nothing is going on!" I yelled as I ran my hand through my hair, getting it out of my face. Beca laughed at me as she shook her head and smirked that damn sarcastic smirk of hers. You know how people have more than one smile? Well Beca Mitchell took it to a whole other level, she had more than one smirk. I remember the first one I ever saw. The 'annoyed' smirk with raised eyebrows was a constant during Bellas rehearsals before her and Aubrey had settled their differences. She had a smirk that, while avoiding eye contact meant she was nervous and felt out of place, this one was a rare one now. The smirk that had the corners of her mouth turned up as she tried her hardest to contain an honest smile, because badasses didn't' genuinely smile. She had mastered the playful/flirtatious smirk, always using it to get her way with anything. This one is my favorite, she had the sexy side of it down and she knew it. She would use it to her advantage, knowing that it drove me crazy.

I watched as her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek, a habit she did when she was either annoyed or holding back what she wanted to say. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest at her desk. We were supposed to be getting ready for "Couple's Night" as we had coined it. Aubrey was currently at our apartment getting ready for her and Jesse's double date with Beca and me. However this was definitely not how I had envisioned the night turning out; me and Beca fighting over something ridiculous for what felt like the millionth time.

"So the other night at the club when she was grinding all over you and bought you drinks, that was nothing?!" Beca yelled back at me as her eyes were locked with mine, a certain coldness behind them now.

"We were just dancing Beca! We're friends! We have class together!" I tried to explain as I knew that she wasn't listening to my reasoning. When Beca was mad, it was like she had tunnel vision with her stubbornness, ignoring any kind of explanation until she had a chance to calm down and think.

This was about the third time we'd had this conversation. The first was over Tom and how he had showed up to the Treblemaker's party. When we all decided to take a group picture together, he had slipped his arm around my shoulders since we were right beside each other. Honestly, I knew he meant nothing by it but Beca didn't see it that way. She accused him of trying to get back with me and the two got into it in the middle of the party and resulted in Tom getting a bloody nose and me dragging Beca back into one of the bedrooms to calm her down.

The second was over the same thing as tonight's fight. Allison, my lab partner in Chemistry, had gotten on Beca's bad side. Beca had mentioned that she didn't care for the girl before we were friends, claiming that she threw herself at anything with a heartbeat and was two-faced. And to be fair, she did have a reputation but she was only two-faced to the girls she claimed were bitches. It actually turned out that we had a few things in common. We both loved the club/party scene and the nights that Beca had a shift at the station, I invited Allison out with the group of Bellas plus the few Treblemakers that weren't douchebags. But that's just it, she was just another friend to me.

Beca had problems with jealousy. Anytime she felt that a girl or guy was flirting with me, she'd make sure that they knew we were together. Whether it be her arm around my waist protectively, a kiss to the cheek when she came up to me, or flat out saying it as she introduced herself, she made sure. But it wasn't the kind of jealousy that most people think of. No, Beca masked her insecurities and fear with becoming jealous and possessive. She's never told me directly, but I can tell from her actions and how she carries herself. She puts up this tough, badass persona but it's only in part to hide the fragile, insecure girl inside her. Between her parents divorce, her dad leaving her when she was 10, and her mother dying when she was 16, everyone had, in a sense, left her. She had become accustom to the disappointment and heartache and so in typical Beca fashion, she built walls and she built them high, trying to keep everyone out in fear of being hurt again. She kept herself closed off from everyone, trying to keep her distance, trying to not risk getting hurt again.

"I fucking saw you from the DJ booth Chloe! She was all over you and you didn't try to stop her!" Beca slammed her hands down on the desk as her temper flared. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"Would you quit being so paranoid! Alli and I are just friends Beca!" I yelled back at her.

"Oh so you guys have graduated to pet names now?" Beca sneered as she shook her head and looked out the window. I clenched my fists as I could feel myself starting to get worked up.

"I should have known this would happen." Beca muttered as she slammed her laptop shut. The fact that she was being reckless with her laptop told me that she was pissed. It didn't take a genius to see how important her mixing equipment was to her and here she was being so careless with it.

She moved from her seat at the desk and walked past me, brushing by my shoulder as she went to the closet. She threw the door open as it slammed off the wall with a loud thud. She searched through the various articles of clothing before she grabbed her leather jacket and put her arms through the sleeves, pulling it on.

"That what would happen? You running from your problems?!" I yelled at her back as I saw her body tense up, I could feel the stinging in my eyes and the lump starting to form in my throat. I knew I shouldn't have said it but I was so angry that I couldn't stop the words from leaving my lips. She turned and stormed across the room towards me, getting in my face.

"That you would leave me Chloe! That you would fucking leave! That you would find someone better!" Beca cried to me as a single tear made its way down her face. "It was only a matter of time." She said defeated as she sniffed and wiped her hand across her face, riding herself of the tears. In place now was a stone cold expressionless face, she let her guard down for one second and immediately put it right back up. She reached under the bed and grabbed her shoes.

"Beca you are the only person that I could ever want! Stop being so stubborn and listen to me!" It was pointless as she was throwing her black Vans on, her back towards me. Neither of us spoke as she reached behind me and grabbed her phone.

"I'm not going to be left behind again. So go ahead and rip my heart out, it's what love's all about right?" Beca told me as she shoved it in her pocket. I squinted my eyes in confusion as she walked past me, bumping into me. Realization swept over me as I knew what she was getting at. She wasn't going to be the broken one again. She wasn't going to be the one to get hurt.

"You can't be serious…" I said in shock as I stood frozen watching her. She stopped once she reached the door to her room. She had her hand on the doorknob, her head low. "Beca!" I reached my arm out and placed it on her forearm stopping her from opening the door. I felt her flinch from my touch as I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"So that's it?! You're walking away from us just like that?!" I looked at her bewildered as she bit her lip.

"Stop it Chloe." She sternly as her gaze remain fixated on the knob, looking anywhere but at me.

"You know what…forget it." I muttered as I let go off her arm and stormed out of her room. I heard the slam of her door as I briskly made my way around the corner and down the stairs. I could hear her footsteps following behind me as I tried to speed up. I wrapped my arms around myself as I stepped out into the crisp October air.

"What do you mean forget it?!" Beca yelled from behind me as she jogged across the street to me.

"I mean that I've had enough of this! I'm sick and tired of your attitude Beca!" I screamed at her as she clenched her hands at her side. I fought back my tears, not wanting them to fall in front of her.

"Oh you're sick of me huh? I knew you were cheating on me!" She said sarcastically as turned and stormed back towards her room. I felt my blood boil from her pigheadedness.

"You're an idiot do you know that!?" I yelled at her back as she didn't turn back around. I felt eyes on me as I looked around and noticed that we had attracted a small crowd of people. I huffed as I brought my closer to my body as I walked towards mine and Aubrey's apartment.