Chloe stepped out of the cubicle, her heart hammering as she pulled the door over. She brought a hand to her hair that she felt certain was unruly after the crazy make-out session she'd just had with Beca. But she didn't have much time to assess the situation before the bathroom door swung open and Drake strode through the door.

The young man looked a little uncomfortable to be in the girl's bathroom, but the moment he saw Chloe he seemed to relax somewhat. A cocky smirk wiped onto his face, "Aubrey said you wanted to see me.." he said with a wink.

Chloe swallowed loudly as the teen approached her. She'd forgotten how tall he was, and he stood before her, leaning against a section of cubical that was positioned beside the very door Chloe was trying to prevent him from accidentally opening.

"Something about making up for standing me up last night?" The boy said, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

Chloe's heart was racing, her stomach churning as she realised just how uncomfortable she felt being around him. Being with Beca was a whole different ball-game and she hadn't realised how badly she'd been treated before meeting her.

Sure, the fact that the brunette was a good couple of inches shorter than her meant that Chloe was far less intimidated, but it wasn't just that. Chloe trusted that Beca would never EVER do anything to hurt her. Would never insist that Chloe do something purely for Beca's benefit. Would never do something that made Chloe feel uncomfortable. Beca looked at Chloe as if she were the whole world. Beca held Chloe as if she were the whole world. And though Chloe had only truly known the girl for two days, she felt certain that she was falling head over heels in love with Beca Mitchell.

Drake on the other hand was smirking at Chloe. The way he looked down at her cleavage made her feel uncomfortable. Chloe was almost certain she could hear what he was thinking. And it made her feel quite sick.

"Listen, Drake.." Chloe began, stepping away from the cubicle to try to keep him away from Beca, who he still had no idea was hiding in the cubicle beside him, "I-I'm sorry that you were maybe a little embarrassed because I didn't join you at the movies last night.."

"I wasn't embarrassed" Drake said with a nervous laugh, but his expression said otherwise and Chloe knew he didn't mean it. After all, she'd be embarrassed too if she'd expected to meet someone to go to the movies and they never turned up, "I was surprised, yeah. I mean, I thought we had a good thing going here, you know?"

Chloe winced slightly, bringing her arms behind her back so she could twirl Beca's ring that she wore on her index finger. This was one of the most difficult situations she'd ever been in.

"Here's the thing Drake..I-I don't think this is working.." Chloe said nervously.

"What?" The boy said, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. Had he really had no idea? Had he not sensed how awkward things were between them? Had he not read her body language?

"I think we should break up.." Chloe confirmed quietly, swallowing loudly as she took a deep breath. She desperately wanted to leave, but she couldn't leave Beca alone in here for fear that Drake and Aubrey would find her and work out what had been going on.

Drake stepped forward, reaching out to take her shoulders, "Please," he said gently, "don't..we..it can work.."

Chloe took a step backwards but he stepped with her until her back was against the cool wall of the school bathroom, "It'll never work.." she said quietly, and her stomach dropped as she felt Drake's grip tighten on her shoulders a little firmer.

"But you owe me.." Drake said in a lower tone, his face darkening slightly.

Chloe didn't ever want to admit that she panicked during the times when boys she broke up with spoke to her in that tone, with those particular words. Yes her heart raced, blood rushed to her ears, and she could feel tears well up in her eyes, but that didn't necessarily mean that she was panicking..right?

"I-I…" Chloe stuttered, bringing her hands from behind her body to place on his abs, hoping it would give him the hint. But Drake merely took them, then lowered them down to his belt. Chloe swallowed loudly as he held her hands against his belt, looking up at his face as he towered over her with a smile.

"You owe me…" he repeated, pressing his body against hers.

Okay, now Chloe was panicking. Her breathing became a little more laboured as she tried to think about what she could possibly do. In the past she had ALWAYS 'apologised' to whichever boyfriend she'd broken up with by giving him a blow-job. Knowledge that she imagined had got around the jocks pretty quickly. Hence why Drake was assuming this was his 'break up' apology.

Except…Chloe knew she didn't need to do this. In the past she'd felt so guilty. She'd been expected to do this. And in the past Chloe had always thought so highly of herself, priding herself in keeping up with expectations. But now, thanks to the kindness of Beca, she knew she didn't NEED to do this. That she could be treated better and this was NOT a way to be treated better.

So Chloe took a deep breath, "No."

Drake hesitated, taken aback by the girl's confident refusal, "What?"

"I said, no…" Chloe confirmed, though her tone was a little more unconfident that time.

"You can't say 'no'…this is…just what happens Chloe. When you break up with someone. You give them a blow job as an apology." Drake explained, raising his eyebrows and shrugging, holding her hands firmly on his belt.

Chloe began to struggle a little, trying to pull her hands away, frowning as she raised her voice a little higher, "I told you no and I mean no!" she said confidently.

"Come ooooon Chloeeeee," Drake said in a playful voice, a smirk back on his face as he somehow undid his belt while still holding onto Chloe's hands, "You and I both know you don't really mean it.."

Chloe felt her stomach flip, terrified as she heard Drake's pants fall to the ground. The more she struggled to pull away from his grasp the tighter he held her hands. He shuffled back a pace, then used his hands to firmly push Chloe down to her knees by her shoulders.

The redhead let out a small sob as she squeezed her eyes shut, tears finally falling down her cheeks. But all of a sudden she heard the cubicle door open and she flung her eyes open to peer around Drake's body just in time to see Beca striding out, her fist clenched. The petite teen looked furious, her chest heaving, clearly pumped with adrenaline.

"Hey dickhead!" Beca called out, and Drake looked over his shoulder, furrowing his brow at the surprise visitor. Chloe let out a tiny squeal as Beca's fist came into square contact with Drake's jaw, knocking the man to the floor beside Chloe.

"No means no." Beca said firmly, moving to stand between the jock and the redhead.

Drake let out a groan, bringing a hand to his jaw, clearly looking dazed. At the same time the bathroom door flung open and Aubrey Posen dashed into the bathroom. To Chloe's horror the blonde's attention was immediately drawn to Beca, who still remained stood between Drake and Chloe, her fist still tightened.

"What the HELL is going on here?" Aubrey yelled, darting over to Drake to pull his hand from his jaw and inspect the damage. The young man groaned. But Beca had used this opportunity to help Chloe to her feet.

"Go" Chloe whispered, "I'll be ok now"

Beca swallowed nervously, desperately not wanting to leave Chloe. But the redhead was right, she would be okay. After all, the bell was about to sound for afternoon class.

"The little fucker sucker punched me!" Drake groaned when Aubrey asked him again what had happened, and Beca took this as her opportunity to take-off.

She took one final glance at Chloe then darted out of the bathroom, pleased that she'd at least left her rucksack in her locker during lunch break.

Chloe took a deep breath then slowly turned to her fellow seniors, Aubrey helping Drake to his feet. The blonde looked highly unimpressed.

"What the hell was Mitchell doing in here Chloe?" Aubrey asked angrily as Drake pulled his pants back up.

"She was in here when I got here" Chloe said honestly, her stomach still in a knot from what had just happened.

"Well I hope she apologises for hitting Drake"

"Sucker punched.." Drake corrected, still wincing from the attack.

"Have you wondered maybe WHY she punched him?" Chloe accidentally burst out. Aubrey looked from Drake back to Chloe sharply, furrowing her brow.

"Why did she punch him?" She asked suspiciously.

"Be-because Drake was forcing me to give him a blowjob that's why!" Chloe said defensively, furrowing her brow a little angrily. But Aubrey merely raised her eyebrows.

"Well duh..you always give the guys blowjobs..that's what you do when you apologise."

Chloe's jaw dropped, still unable to believe that Aubrey was defending Drake. Beca had been right, she DID deserve so much better than Aubrey. The redhead stooped down to pick up her handbag and turned on the spot.

"Hey, where are you going?" Aubrey called out, but Chloe was already leaving the bathroom, too upset to respond.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, turning back to Drake to inspect the bruise that was beginning to come out on his jaw already.

Suddenly she hesitated, her thumb whisping gently over a mark that had seemed to have been imprinted on Drake's jaw. She knew that mark. That was the pattern of Chloe's ring..