A/N: Sorry this has taken so long, I didn't anticipate having so much school work! I also apologize for the awkward ending to this chapter. The next one should be up soon though! Also, reviewing would be nice, so far I don't have any feedback, but so many of you have read it. Thanks (:


WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS REFERENCES TO SELF HARM. This could be triggering to some readers!


The next day Chloe was sitting in a lecture and the last thing that Beca had said to her was running through her head. "I really hope that for your sake that we aren't much the same" "What did she mean? Why does she think that she is so different" Chloe had a million thoughts running through her head about this Beca girl. Chloe shook her head, she really didn't have time to be thinking about this, about her, she was sitting in the middle of an important psychology lecture and she hadn't caught a single word, she shook her head trying to rid the thoughts of Beca Mitchell; she had to focus. This was not going well for Chloe.

Beca on the other hand, was sitting at her desk in her empty dorm room. She was trying to create a mix, but it just wasn't happening, everything was going to pieces for Beca. She couldn't take it any longer, she closed the lid of her Mac laptop and whipped the drawer to her right open, revealing a small box that looked like a small portable speaker. She began to full back the folds, to reveal small shiny pieces of metal. She picked up what seemed to be the newest and pressed it against her right wrist. After leaving a few cuts on her wrist, unsatisfied she moved down to her thigh, moving her pyjama shorts to the top of her thigh, creating more cuts over the marks made only a few days prior.

Before she knew it, Beca was sitting in Ricochet and was having another Mocha; again waiting for her Bella's rehearsal to begin. This was becoming a habit of hers, skipping class and just relaxing. This was such a better alternative, it was less stressful and she got a mocha (it was a win-win situation really). She sat in her favourite booth, which was situated in the back corner of the café. She loved it so much, because if she sat in the far seat she couldn't be seen by anyone else. She sat back in her chair thinking about what she had said to the redhead the day beforehand. Beca sat, analysing every word that she had said (so it was more like regretting every word that she had said). She sat there hoping, wishing that Chloe didn't catch on to Beca, that Chloe had just let what Beca had said slide.

Beca was quiet relieved when she made it to rehearsal without Chloe intercepting her. She let out a sigh as she realised she wasn't the first on there either. She practically ran over to Fat Amy and delved right into a conversation, not paying attention to the red head who sat across the room engaging in a one way conversation with Aubrey. Well, at least that was until Aubrey came over to have a word with Beca that was.

"I thought I spoke to you about those things in your ears Beca Mitchell" Aubrey had managed to keep her voice low, but it was stern and intimidating. Well at least she thought it was.

"Well hello to you too miss Posen" Beca said with a smile. "It's nice to see you as well!"

"Cut the crap Beca, I told you to take them out yesterday! What are they still doing there?!" Aubrey was starting to become agitated and all patience was lost when it came to Beca.

"Ohhh, that's right. You did tell me to take them out. But, you see, I never said that I would and you see, I'm not going to either. So I'd say get used to them because they aren't going anywhere Aubrey. I'm sorry that I don't fit into your perfect little mould, but you're going to have to live with that." Her voice was calm and collected no sense of anger or urge but that just spurred Aubrey on. Her hands now clenched into fists, her clenching together and her face growing redder by the second. Beca thought that Aubrey might actually explode on her.

Beca couldn't thank Chloe enough for coming and interrupting and calming Aubrey down before she could projectile vomit on all of the Bella's. Needless to say the rest of the rehearsal wasn't very easy for Beca. Aubrey made sure that Beca was going to pay for being out of line. But every extra lap she made Beca do, every extra set Chloe was by her side so she wasn't alone. Aubrey let the first few slide, but she could see what Chloe was doing. She wasn't doing it because she liked exercise; she was doing because she liked Beca. After a few more laps and a few more insults Aubrey called the end of the rehearsal and let them all go back to their dorms.

Beca thought that she was finally free from Aubrey's wrath, but as she was packing up her stuff she heard her yell across the room to her "Oh and Beca, I want those ear monstrosities gone, along with the overabundance of bracelets up your arms." As Aubrey said her bracelets had to go, she froze. There was no way that Beca could take her bracelets off. That wasn't going to happen no matter how Aubrey threatened her. Beca must have been standing there frozen for a little too long, because Chloe came up to her.
"Beca, you look like you've seen a ghost or something. What's wrong?"
She cleared her throat before continuing "Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered something stupid. That's all." Beca faked her way through a smile and picked up her bag before heading out of the auditorium.

Chloe chased her as she headed out of the auditorium. "Beca Mitchell, get back here!" Chloe ran to catch up with the brunette.

As she came to a slow jog, she came up beside what seemed to be a Beca that was almost in tears.

Beca opened the door to her empty dorm room and held the door for Chloe, whom had just comforted her all the way back to her dorm. "Are you going to tell what's wrong or not Beca?" Chloe was becoming impatient with Beca and the walls that she had placed around herself.

"I – I, I doubt you even want to know, you probably don't care." She was stumbling through her words and was fighting back tears as she looked down at her feet and played with her bracelets.

"Of course I care Beca. I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say… and apparently it's big, because I've never seen you like this before. I hate seeing you upset Beca." Chloe extended her arm to her friends shoulder and slowly rubbed it, giving Beca reassurance that she did indeed care.

"Okay, well you need to tell Aubrey that I'm not taking off my bracelets for her. I can't do that. I won't do that. I wouldn't take them off for my mother and I certainly won't take them off for her."

"Why not? Can't you do it for a few hours? Just to make things easier?"

"You don't understand Chloe." Beca waved her off and moved down the bed, so she wasn't so close to the redhead.

"You're right, I don't. So help me understand Beca" Chloe pleaded.

"No, you don't want to know. You'll think I'm a freak or something; you won't be able to look at me the same."

"Beca Mitchell, I care about you so SO very much, I could never think that you were a freak and the only thing that could change in the way that I look at you is the amount of love I show – and it would only ever get bigger." Chloe was staring into Beca's big hazel coloured eyes, having to pull her gaze away before she became totally transfixed.

That was it, Beca couldn't possibly show Chloe now… Could she?