AN: I'm back! Here's a little Drabble I wrote from Becas perspective. A misunderstanding and a "straight" Chloe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect and I am forever upset about it.
I didn't know what it was, just this pit in my stomach. I felt anger when they mocked us and jealously when they stole her attention. My heart warmed when she initially fought back. But jealously soon rose willingly from my core and evident in my body language and she talked to the boy. The boy who had only recently mocked and insulted me. How quickly she spat out the she wasn't gay. I felt like a kicked puppy. Her words weren't what bothered me, her actions did. When she laughed a little too hard at a joke, or leaned in a little too close. But the words that struck me the hardest, "next time we go to the bars, we're going to act like girlfriends so the guys stay away from me," that's what hurt me the most. The girl who knows my internal battle of sexuality and finding my place in the world, is exploiting me. She wants to use me so guys will back off of her. I let her though, because I want to keep her close, I feel safe with her. But my heart spilts in two every time she uses me to either avoid and get guys. She takes advantage of my uncertainty in myself. It leaves me sick, it leave me with a pit in my stomach.
AN: Depending on the reactions I might write more stories. Feedback is always welcome.
Kissses,
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