Chloe's POV

It's been several weeks since the whole blow up with my dad and nothing has happened. Beca and I hang out constantly. At school, at my house, or in the woods. It's never in her house and I don't know why. I should probably ask her, but I just want our peace and quiet to never end. I should've known that that wouldn't happen. I walk to class, wishing that Beca is with me, but she has a different class at the moment. I round the corner and stop when I hear voices near my classroom door.

"I heard that she's been with like 50 girls."I recognize the voice as Tom, an obnoxious kid who sits behind me in math, the class that I was heading toward until I heard them.

"No way,"another voice pipes up and I realize that it's Benji, a friend of Jesse's. People rush past me and I strain to hear them.

"Yeah, it shouldn't surprise you though. It's Beca, the world's biggest slut. First, she's with Stacie who's several years older and now she's with Chloe."

"Chloe's hot,"Benji remarks. "Both of them are. If only they weren't gay."

"I wouldn't fuck Chloe though. She seems like she would be hard to get and she's Jesse's sister. Beca on the other hand is easy from what I've heard." That's the last straw. I clench my fists, trying to control my anger as I walk up to them.

"You better shut the fuck up,"I growl and they laugh.

"Or what?"Tom yells, cracking up and all I see is red.

"Or this!"I pull my arm back and before he can react, I punch him in the nose. Blood starts squirting everywhere and I turn my attention to Benji, who decided to come after me.

"You bitch,"he screams as I kick him where the sun don't shine. He groans and Tom surprises me by coming up behind me and holding me still.

"Get her,"Tom screams and Benji punches me several times in the face and stomach. When he stops, I slam my head backward, hearing a crunch as I make contact with Tom's nose. He screams and I spot Beca running down the hall, toward us. Tom goes to hit me again but is suddenly knocked down by a tiny fist. Beca grabs my hand and pulls me away from the fight. We go outside and Beca holds her hand out.

"Keys."I obey and we get into the car, tension so thick you can practically see it. We remain silent until she parks in her driveway.

"Let me make sure my mom's gone,"she says before disappearing into her house. She comes back 5 minutes later and we head inside. I'm kind of nervous since she's never let me inside before. On the left is the living room which contains a ratted couch and chair. A old Tv is also in there. On the right is the small kitchen and dining room. There's no table in the dining room though. It's just empty. She pulls me up the stairs and into her room. The walls are gray and everything else is black which doesn't surprise me. She pulls me down onto the bed and grabs a first aid kit, opening it and cleaning my wounds.

"I'm sorry,"I say and she doesn't answer which irritates me. "Come on Beca. They were saying mean things about you and I couldn't just let them stand there and keep doing it."

"I don't need you taking care of my fights."Beca looks up, fury and sadness lighting up her eyes. "I've been able to deal with them for several years and I don't need you coming in and playing hero."

"Really?"I scoff. "You don't deal with the problems. You just hide from them."

"I don't hide from my problems."I raise an eyebrow and she sighs, getting to work on my bruised knuckles. "Fine, I do but I do it so I don't cause an even bigger mess. I don't need you fighting my battles for me."

"Beca, look at me."She listens and I cup her face. "Even if I were to promise not to stand up for you, I wouldn't be able to do it. I couldn't just stand there and let them talk bad about you. You mean too much to me for me to do that." Her eyes water and I kiss her forehead.

"Thank you,"she says and I nod, resting my chin on her head.

"I've never been in your house before,"I say after a couple minutes and she pulls away. I try not to look hurt at how distant she is all of a sudden.

"Beca, did I say something wrong?" She turns around, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"No, I was just thinking about how badass you looked beating up those guys." Her smile turns into a sexy smirk and she slowly walks toward me. "Have I ever told how lucky I am to have you?"

I think about it for a second. "No, I don't think so." She straddles my waist, pushing me back onto the bed.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Chloe Beale."She whispers in my ear and starts to kiss me. Our moment is ruined when I hear car park. Beca looks out the window and starts to panic.

"Shit."Beca looks at me and pulls me into a standing position. "My mom's here."