Part 2 of The secret life of Chloe Beale.


I just like this kind of love sick over Beca slash womaniser slash bad girl version of Chloe. If you don't then stop reading.


Chloe POV

I know Aubrey's awake but I don't to have that horrible what does this mean talk with her. The talk sucks. I hate the talk. Why can't it just be sex. A one time sex thing? No? That's not okay? Maybe a two time sex thing? Okay however many times it happens, lets face it, it's always a lot. I'm good at sex, sex with men and sex with women, I'm not being up myself I saw I'm just that good ask anyone I've been with. You know what I'm refuse to have the talk with my best friend, God damn it Beale, how did you let this happen? She's you friend, you don't fuck the church ones they are trouble.

She has to get up for her gym workout soon, I know she does because this perfect little window is when I would normally do my walk of fame, yes that's what I'm calling it. I can wait it out. 10 minutes pass by and just as I thought, she gets up and puts on her gym clothes quietly while watching me 'sleep'. She leans down and kisses my forehead. Shit. I am so screwed she's got feelings, come on Aubrey after one night! I hear the door close and immediately sit up and run my fingers thought my hair. I groan out loud and add her to the list of things to deal with today, along with Jesse, I need to get my Tuesday night fuck back. That sounds bad, Aubrey was aright but she isn't close enough to Beca for me.

I get up and find my clothes everywhere, Aubrey's doing I have a technique to avoid that. Newbies make me want to roll my eyes. I pack them up and clean the room a little so it doesn't look like anything happened. Wishful thinking that if Aubrey comes back and thinks it was all a dream, I wish it was a dream I wouldn't have to clean it up if it was.

I get dressed for the day ahead, looking over myself in the mirror I look hot as always but I really should wash my hair tonight. I do my make up, I'll probably see Beca at some point today and Jesse he'll probably think its for him. Ha that idiot.

I see Beca much earlier than expected she actually comes and finds me. Apparently she needs my help with something, I can only hope its what I'm thinking.

It's not. Well, it still could but but I'm happy with any time with her even if its in an empty gym sitting on the stairs.

"What do you think about Jesse?" Were the first words that came out of her beautiful mouth that I actually heard, I was imagining all the things they could do for the first 5 minutes.

"What do you mean?" I reply her eyes look anyway but my eyes, come on Beca you know that's where you want to look.

"Do you think he's different lately? I think he's sleeping with someone and he won't tell me who. Like I care about that goof ball what if she's a psychopath or something?" She looks up at me, I melt a little.

"I don't really know him that well -but better than you-, he could be sleeping with someone else but I doubt she's a psychopath -or maybe I am?- she hugs me.

She's so cute when she's all open and vulnerable, Beca your killing me here. These are the moments when I'm glad girls can't have boners.

I 'shh' her and rub her back until she sits up again suddenly.

"Come to my room for dinner tonight? I need a girls night away from him." Beca asked beginning to walk away but turning to see my answer.

"Of course!" I reply with a smile still sitting on these horrible stairs why do we even have them?

Beca smiles and yells out "Bye Chloe" running to her next class. If only she knew I would do anything to get her. If only she knew I'm the one that she thinks is a psychopath which I still think I could be, that's sleeping with her happily ever after. Sometimes I feel like the evil queen being happy about them being apart but don't I deserve a happy ending too? It's not like her prince is being tortured into sleeping with me. Wait, if Jesse is the prince then who's Aubrey? Another Princess? I don't know. Disney is getting into my head I need to eat something or maybe sleep with someone, I'll decide when I get to the canteen.


~Lara Knight