A/N hey guys. Been a minute eh? Sorry bout that. Life, ya know? So. Here's another one shot for ya. If you're a fan of closure and perfect endings. Don't read this lol. I wrote this one a bit different. Let me know if you like the style. I'm sure there are mistakes so I do apologize. And just so you know, no I do not hate Chloe. I have just seen a lot where Beca is the bad guy so I try and write the other way around. Well. On with the show.
Beca POV
I know I'm being used. I'm not an idiot. I know I'm being played. I can't Help but answer the door every time she knocks. It's exhausting, honestly.
She told me she didn't want to be tied down. And that was fine. I get it. I was okay with that. Then Chloe started dating Tom. I was pissed. She didn't knock on my door at two in the morning anymore. She didn't text or call. She just dropped me. So I said fuck it. I went out. I got drunk and made out with a chick in the middle of the dance floor of the sleaziest club I could find.
It was fine though. I took the chick home with me. We had fun. She was hot and we were both single so, well, shit happened. Apparently though, Chloe was at said club with Tom. She saw. Apparently, because she showed up at my door the next morning. Club chick answered the door for me, I wasn't exactly dressed to do so, and she was on the way out anyways.
Not that I knew Chloe showed up. Not until she barged into my shower and threw me against the tiled wall. She was fully dressed, and really pissed. You ever seen a smoking hot redhead drenched in your shower while wearing her yoga outfit? Yeah I hadn't either not until then.
She didn't say anything. She just shoved her tongue down my throat and righted her hands around my neck. I didn't question it. I know I should have. I knew she was with Tom. But I mean, when someone as sexy as Chloe is fucking you senseless against your shower wall, you just don't question it.
And I don't mean to say that club chick wasn't good, she was. IIt's just that your first time with someone usually isn't mind blowing. You just don't know each other's bodies that well. But Chloe knows my body, like I know hers. She knows wear to bite and where to suck. She knows how to make me beg.
After she was done with me, she stripped down. I thought she wanted me to return the favor. No. She stripped down, dried off, pulled clothes out of her purse and threw them on, then walked out my door.
Needless to say, I was pissed all over again. She didn't utter one fucking word to me. I was her play thing all over again. So. When she came back two weeks later saying she broke up with Tom? I slammed the door in her face.
She called. She sent multiple texts. She even had Stacie come over and beg. Of course, Stacie had no clue as to why I wasn't talking to Chloe, or why Chloe wanted so desperately to talk to me anyways. So Stacie just bitched me out for ignoring the nicest, bubbliest, friendliest person in the world. I rolled my eyes of course. I mean, what am I supposed to say? "Sorry, Stace. I just don't Feel like being Chloe Beale's bitch anymore." I think not.
So after Stacie ran out of breath and finally left. I sent Chloe a text telling her to leave me the fuck alone. And you know what this bitch did? She sent me a picture. The most enticingly sinful fucking picture. I could tell it was taken from above. I saw the tiniest bit of those blue eyes. The pout of her lips. Her breasts had the perfect amount of cleavage sticking out of her black lace bra. Those toned abs. And a hand disappearing into a matching black lace thong. The caption said 'You do it better.'
What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? It had been two weeks since I slammed the door in her face. Which meant four weeks since the shower incident. Four long, dry, weeks. So. She came over. And then she came over and over again.
We talked this time. After of course. I told her that she made me feel cheap and gross when she did what she did. She apologized profusely. I told her I wanted her. In every way imaginable. She said she couldn't because she couldn't come out. Her parents would disown her and she needed to get through college, and she still had 4 years of grad school left. She didn't want me to have to suffer for it. I told her it didn't matter. That I could wait for her. That I would hide in the closet with her. She, of course, said no. She refused, to be more precise.
I asked her if she sleeps with the guys she dates. She said of course. She said she's bi so there's every chance she'll fall in love with a guy anyways.
I figured out that that was why she wouldn't date me. Not because she was sleeping with other people. No. She just wanted to fall in love with a nice guy. End up in the suburbs with a white picket fence with 2.5 kids. She wanted that movie ending. And I just wasn't a part of that. I was only a kid and just finished my freshman year of college. She didn't say that exactly. Not in no many words. But I've come to read between the lines pretty well. And it broke my fucking heart.
She asked if she could see me again since she was single. I caved. I knew I was supposed to say no. I knew I was doing this to myself. Like I said, I'm not an idiot. I just couldn't resist her.
We hooked up for a while after that. Most of the summer and into the following school year. When I started my sophomore year, her and Aubrey were both still at Barden for their graduate degrees, so they often joined us on our weekend excursions. It was torture. Her in bikinis, yoga pants, fuck, even sweats. It was like she was trying to see how far she could push me before I'd drag her off to a bathroom or closet. Which. In hindsight, that's probably exactly what she was doing.
It was close to December break when she stopped coming over, again. I give her props though, because this time she still tried to be my friend. I figured she was probably seeing some guy again. I decided I wouldn't let it bother me. Just go with the flow. We still went to coffee randomly. She still talked my ear off. It was good, until winter break actually arrived.
It was the last day of classes and I was in a hurry to make it my psychology class. Not because I actually gave a shit about psychology, but because I heard our teacher could beatbox and he promised to show the class today. I wasn't about to miss that.
I passed the local coffee shop on my way, something red caught my eye and stopped me in my tracks. Chloe walked in with a blonde chick I had never seen. She looked very prissy and proper. The exact opposite of me.
I could feel anger boiling inside, but I told myself to calm down, it's probably nothing. A girl like Chloe Beale has tons of friends. Most of which I have never met I'm sure. The blonde chick pulled Chloe close as they sat in a booth together. Really? I mean. Who sits on the same side of a booth while it's only the two of you? Whatever. Not the point. Point is, they begin to fucking makeout in the middle of the coffee shop! Now I don't Know about anyone else, but if it were me and I didn't want anyone knowing I was into chicks, I damn sure wouldn't be making out with one in the middle of a coffee shop!
I kind of snapped. Ok. Not kind of. I really snapped.
3rd person POV
Beca's eyes would've been red if this were a cartoon. She stalked into the coffee shop. To strangers, it would look as if she was perfectly fine. To the people who know Beca? She looked like she was about to murder someone.
The bell chimes above her as she swung the door open. The girls in the booth didn't bother to glance up. Beca strode over to the booth.
"Hey Chloe!" Beca said in a very preppy, over the top voice.
Chloe's head whipped to Beca so fast she almost got whiplash. Shock crossed Chloe's face. "Oh. Hey, Becs" she said nervously. "What are you doing here? Thought you were heading out yesterday."
"Oh. Change of plans." Beca smiled oh so sweetly. "Oh, hi! I'm Beca! You are?" Beca reached over Chloe, cleavage right in her face as she shook the blondes hand.
"Hi, I'm Brooke. Chloe's girlfriend. I'm assuming you two are friends?"
Chloe's face drained of color as she watched Beca flash Brooke an evil grin.
"Oh. No. We're not friends at all. In fact, I just came to tell her that as captain of the Bellas, I am no longer allowing any stragglers on our outings. We use the money that we raise to pay for those. So ya know, kinda not fair for us to have to do all the fundraising and then have people tag along." Beca smiled.
Chloe's jaw dropped.
"Oh. Almost forgot!" Beca looked back at Chloe. "I need to see your phone."
Chloe almost refused, but she saw the glint in Beca's eye and didn't want to test it. Not in public.
Brooke watched on in confusion as Chloe handed over her phone to a girl who clearly doesn't like her.
Beca stood next to the booth as she unlocked Chloe's phone.
"Wait. So you two aren't friends yet she knows your passcode? And I don't?" Brooke sounded even more confused.
"Oh, don't worry sweetie. For someone as egotistical as Chloe, it's easy to guess. Just remember, everything is about her." Beca spoke, but didn't look up from the phone.
Chloe was getting red in the face and clenching her fist. It was easy to see that she was trying really hard not to blow up on Beca.
"Ok. Clearly I'm missing something." Brooke went to snatch the phone from Beca, but Beca was quicker and stepped out of her reach.
"Nope. Not missing anything Brittany. Just deleting some shit off her phone."
"It's Brooke." Chloe and Brooke said at the same time.
"Oh lovely." Beca looked up and tossed the phone back on the table. "You two are in sync." She happily noted that it landed in some of the jello from Chloe's donut. Beca smirked as she looked Chloe in the eye. "Later bitches." Beca walked out of the shop with a little extra sway in her hips.
Beca POV
After I left the shop. I skipped class. Fuck beatboxing professors. I went back to my room as fast as I could.
Once I was back in the safety of my own space, I broke. All of my insecurities and issues flew at me full force.
Someone I trusted. As a lover. As my friend. Someone I let in, just didn't want me. And instead of being honest, she lied. Made me think she was just scared.
Sobs wracked my body as I slid to the floor in front of my door. My heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds. That's the moment I first realized I was in love with Chloe Beale. It also happened to be the same time that the love I felt became completely and utterly insignificant. I was insignificant.
Then I started getting pissed. My heart still hurt, don't get me wrong, but that pissed me off even more. I had deleted my number from Chloe's phone and any picture that had me in it.
I mean really? What the fuck is so wrong with me that she'd rather be with what's her face than me? I mean. I'm there for her. Always fuckin there. Whatever she wants, whatever she needs, I'm there. But nope. I'm not fucking good enough. Good enough to have my tongue between her legs? Absolutely. But good enough to hold afterwards? Nope. So I texted all of the Bellas and told them that if any of them gave my number to Chloe, I would forfeit the ICCAs. That worked for Aubrey too. Nothing came before the Bellas.
I shut down after that. My life consisted of Bellas practice, class, and fucking every girl who let me. I didn't give a shit anymore. My only goal was to make it to the end of the year.
Chloe came to my room multiple times, banging on the door and screaming profanities at first. After a while it turned to soft knocks and whispered "Becs?" I never answered. She cornered me about a month and a half after the coffee shop. I tuned her out the second she touched me. I threw my headphones over my ears and walked away.
Around spring break I pulled all the Bellas to the auditorium. I told them I was leaving after the semester and that I was putting Stacie and Amy in charge. They tried to argue. There was even some yelling. But I kept my face stoic and shrugged. Finally they realized I was serious.
We won the ICCAs. And I left. My dad wasn't happy about it, but I had upheld my end of the deal plus some, so he held up his. He got me a decent apartment in LA and paid it up for a year.
If anyone thought I had trust issues before, they'd slap themselves for thinking so if they saw me after Barden. I gave my trust to no one. I let no one in. How do you trust anyone after Chloe Beale. That woman had me fooled. She has everyone fooled. Everyone thinks she's so innocent. Just the happy girl who loves love. Psh. She's fucking devious, and my blood is frozen because of her.
The other Bellas kept in touch for the most part. No thanks to me, of course. I wanted to trust them, but I just couldn't. If Chloe could lie, so could any of them. Any of them could use me. Any of them could chew me up and spit me out. I just couldn't take that chance.
I still sent Stacie mixes for them to perform, they had to break them down themselves but at least they kept winning. She had asked a couple of times what happened between me and Chloe. She got the hint to stop fucking asking when I ignored her for three months.
I managed to make a breakthrough in the club scene about six months after getting to LA. I could pay my bills without help from anyone. Which is saying something because LA is fucking expensive.
About two years after getting to LA, I was signed to a label. Nice, right? I was in the middle of a session when my assistant came running into the studio. She said it was an emergency so of course I took the call.
Turns out my dad had a heart attack. It was out of nowhere. He didn't make it. So guess who had to fly back to Georgia? Yep, you guessed it, me.
I can't really tell you how I felt when I showed up to his empty house. I'm not sure where Sheila was. I'm sure that she was at the funeral home or something, doesn't matter, all that matters is that when I arrived, the house was deserted.
I was numb. That's the best word I have for it. I thought I was shut off before. I thought Chloe broke me. Turns out, I was just ignoring the pain, because I felt real anguish then. My insides were cold. I didn't even realize I was crying until I tasted salt. My dad died. I spent so many years pushing him away, and then we made up, and then I let what happened with Chloe distance me from him again. I was such a selfish ass hole. I hope he knew I loved him. Despite everything, I still loved him.
I made it to my old room and collapsed on my old bed. Everything went black after that.
I suppose I passed out because when I awoke it was dark out. I had been asleep for hours. I heard arguing downstairs. I cleaned myself up a bit then decided to head down to see what was going on. And there she was. The thorn in my fucking side. Chloe at the front door with Sheila yelling at her.
"What's going on here?" I said as I looked between the two.
Chloe looked like she seen a ghost and Sheila looked defeated.
"Hey, Beca. I didn't mean to wake you. Please go back to sleep. You have to be exhausted." Sheila said.
I thought it was odd. Why the hell was Chloe even here? What the hell could they even be arguing about? How do they know each other?
"Um. No." I said. "I'd rather not. I'd rather hear about why Chloe fucking Beale is at my dad's house. So. Let's hear it."
"Becs." Chloe had the nerve to say. "Beca please, I just want to talk to you for two minutes." She tried moving passed Sheila and I was quite proud of how Sheila rebuffed her advances.
"Ok. So talk. Your two minutes starts now."
"Beca please. I'd like to speak to you in private." Chloe begged. If I hadn't learned how great of a liar she was, I would've believed the guilt in her eyes.
"Do you honestly think that I give a flying fuck about what you'd like? After everything? Are you shitting me right now?" The anger I felt before is multiplied. She seriously thought i was dumb enough to fall for her shit again? After all her lies and manipulation she thought she could just waltz back into my life? "You know what? I changed my mind. You can leave."
She really had the audacity to look affronted. As if I had no right to speak to her that way. Tears formed in her eyes. God she was good. I marched passed Sheila and slammed the door in Chloe's face. For some reason that felt like the closure I finally needed. It seemed like she finally saw how much I despise her. It felt good. I felt relieved.
I spent a week or so in Georgia. I went to my father's funeral, it was beautiful. I went to the Bella's graduation and celebrated with them. I was wrong to push them away because of Chloe and I finally realized that. I told them all to come visit me whenever they wanted. I met the future leader of the Bellas. She is a tall, awkward thing, but she's sweet so I played nice. Aubrey was there too. She even gave me a hug. I don't know what that was about but I accepted anyways.
After all was said and done, I went back to LA. I spent a few more years with the label and saved up enough to start my own. I ended up hiring a few of the Bellas to work for me. CR became a producer and artist under my label. I hired Aubrey as a lawyer, mainly because I couldn't think of anyone scarier. I hired Stacie as a talent scout. I mean, can you imagine anyone better to convince someone to sign with me? Jessica is my head of HR. Of course Amy is here too, but she doesn't actually work for me. She just shows up randomly. None of them ever brought up Chloe. I knew they were friends with her still, but they were considerate enough to never mention it.
Here I am now. A 27 year old running my own label. I have actual friends who are more like family. I have a dog named Kronos. I have a house in the hills and I've never been happier. I may not have found my perfect someone yet. But I haven't given up.
3rd Person POV
Beca walked out of her studio ready to head home. It was a Tuesday. Nothing spectacular about it or anything. It was far too sunny for Beca's liking but she doesn't expect less from LA. There were always paparazzi and fans waiting for someone to exit the studio. Such is the life of a celebrity.
As she went into the parking garage to get her car, there was a loud bang and Beca fell to the floor. There was blood everywhere. People were screaming. It was chaos.
Beca POV
I woke up in a hospital bed. I wasn't entirely sure what happened. Apparently I was shot in the chest and was knocked out when I hit the ground. That's what the nurse said anyways.
"The doctor will be with you as soon as she can. She'll explain everything needed for recovery." The nurse said as she was leaving the room. "You have some visitors. Do you mind if they come in until the doctor arrives?"
"Not at all. Thank you."
Stacie was the first to enter. She came in looking frantic. "Hey, B. You ok? Of course not. That was stupid. Are you in pain? Do they have you medicated enough? I can call the nurse back. I'm sure they'll-"
"Stace." I said, stopping her rambling. "Calm down. I'm ok. What the hell happened? Who the hell shot me?"
"I. Uh. I don't know what really happened. Some crazy guy shot you. Said you were meant to be his and that if he couldn't have you that no one could. I don't know. Cops think he must be some crazy stalker or something. But. Listen Becs. I need you to stay calm ok? This was the closest hospital. They had no choice but to bring you here. I was hoping she wouldn't be here. I wasn't sure if this was her shift or not."
"Stacie. Calm down. What are you talking about?"
"She's talking about me." Chloe. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It haunts both my dreams and my nightmares. I froze. I couldn't even RIP my eyes away from Stacie's in order to look at Chloe.
Panic. I knew that's what was in my eyes. I could tell from the look on Stacie's face. A lot of emotions were hitting me right now. Anger. Resentment. Fear. But also, forgiveness.
It had been a long time since I had really sat down and thought about Chloe. I got over her, plain and simple. And more importantly, I forgave her. Not for her, but for me. I couldn't keep holding on to everything and still live a happy life.
I let out a breath and looked at Chloe. I could see apprehension in her eyes and I knew it was time to bury the hatchet. "Hey, Chloe. I'd ask what you're doing here, but it seems pretty obvious. With the coat and all." I gave her a small smile and I saw her visibly relax.
"Oh, I'm totes impersonating a doctor. IIt's what I do in my spare time." And she flashed me that damn smile. And then I remembered exactly how she got to me all those years ago. I had to school my breathing, because if Chloe Beale's smile doesn't make your breath hitch, you're evil.