Gosh, this chapter was frustrating to write- Sorry about the delay

Firstly, a reader pointed out a mistake in chapter 6 (Dude, NO!) that Universities do not punish students with neither detentions nor staying after to help clean cafeteria's and rooms- I'm sorry about this, really am (As you can see I am an inexperienced writer xD) but please bear with me for the rest of the fic! PLEASE IM SO SORRY!

I don't want to edit an entire chapter all of a sudden in the middle of the chapter and confuse my readers, I promise I'll edit straight after I finish the entire story though!

Secondly, this chapter made me absolutely bonkers. I could not think of suitable words for the emotions, I had to keep reminding myself of how Chloe feels and the difference of how Beca feels and wow- I experienced a whole new aspect of writing :O So, truly sorry if this chapter is worse than others...

5,000 words; HOPE YOU DON'T GET BORED :D

Love you always awesome nerds

-Casolia

Chapter 10- Bruising Hearts

Chloe entered the classroom, sighing heavily as she tapped her phone screen a few times to check if there were any notifications. A blank tab greeted her, flooding disappointment into her body as she took a seat next to her best friend, Aubrey.

"Nothing?" The blonde asked, easily reading the dismay written all over the ginger's face. Chloe shook her head, letting out another heavy, sorrowful sigh.

After when Beca had left with Dr. Mitchell on Saturday morning, she never heard anything from the brunette- even when Chloe had texted and called the girl countless times. This made her worried sick to the stomach, even visiting Beca's dorm last night but Kimmy Jin's uncaring "She's not here." was the only response she had received.

"I'm sure she's fine, Chlo," Aubrey patted the anxious ginger's shoulder reassuringly, desperate to make her friend smile again, but Chloe only stared at her phone with a longing look.

Chloe had been sulking in her bed during the entire weekend, which not only made Aubrey worried for her, but ticked off at the careless brunette; even though the brat had her problems, the blonde was never happy with anyone who made the mirthful ginger sad.

"What if she's mad at me that I-I told Dr. Mitchell?" Chloe's cracked and brittle voice was hoarse from not using it for days, "W-What if-"

Aubrey cut her off sternly before the ginger could proceed, "Chloe, none of this is your fault. You're just trying to help her- and tough luck if the brunette's acting like an ass about it."

Her words earned a sharp glare from Chloe, her mouth opening to defend Beca but another sigh heaved out, shaking her head in defeat.

"I'll see her next class though, w-what do I say?" The ginger's words were strangled out, her fingers fiddling together mindlessly.

Aubrey grumbled in frustration, "Chloe Beale, you go out there and kick Beca Mitchell's ass if that's what it takes for her to stop being rude and start appreciating your help," the blonde grabbed her friend's shoulder and hissed her words straight to her face.

Chloe's lips cracked into a small smile but said nothing, nodding slightly. The commotion in the classroom died out instantly when Dr. Mitchell finally entered the room, his clothes ruffled noticeably with tired bags painted under his eyes.

"Thanks Bree," The ginger quietly whispered with a grateful smile to her friend's effort to cheer her up before facing the front of the class.

Aubrey just smirked in response, opening her textbook that was covered with her tightly packed notes.

She glanced up to look at the English professor but her smirk turned into a frown when she realized his gruff mood- he was writing on the whiteboard furiously without a greeting to the class, the marker squeaking continuously.

Chloe noticed his unusual attitude too, giving her friend a concerned frown; was this linked to Beca…? Aubrey must've detected Chloe's worry because she shook her head, mouthing, "He's probably just tired."

The two girls kept quiet, as well as the rest of the class, as Dr. Mitchell continued scribbling onto the whiteboard rigidly but quickly until there was no white left. All of the students exchanged worried glances at the unusual silence of the class.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Mitchell's annoyed voice made everyone flinch, facing him with scared eyes. He looked at all of them- Chloe gulped when his hazel eyes lingered on hers for a split second longer.

"Don't just sit there- write this down." He looked away from the ginger and growled to the whole class, motioning towards the writing covered whiteboard.

The whole class nodded frantically, opening their notebooks and scribbling down speedily.

Geez, did someone shit in his cornflakes this morning?!

Aubrey shot Chloe a confused look before she ducked down to copy down the notes hastily. The blonde did not want to admit it to the ginger- but she had an inkling this was definitely connected with the brunette.

Time ticked by quicker than usual.

Heavy silence clouded the room except an occasional screeches of chair legs scraping the floor.

Aubrey massaged her wrist as she flipped open a fresh new page to continue her notes. Dr. Mitchell was rubbing out the first few notes and continued writing more down without a word, the students scribbling down after him tiredly.

It was mentally exhausting- not to mention incredibly tedious.

English class with Dr. Mitchell was never like this; it was usually filled with him making jokes once in a while and interacting with the students directly.

The blonde's eyes snapped to her side, staring at a folded piece of paper that was tossed on her desk. She glanced up swiftly to see Chloe give her a tight smile, the ginger facing her notes again to resume her work.

Aubrey opened up the crinkled wad of paper to read the messily scrawled words:

'What if this is because about Saturday morning when I told-'

The sentence was incomplete but the words were enough for the blonde to let out an exasperated sigh to the ginger - maybe she was right, but Chloe really had to stop worrying about Beca. Aubrey quickly scratched her response underneath her friend's message:

'Chlo, stop worrying and pull your crap together! We can ask after class if you're that worried.'

She added the last comment in reluctantly and tossed it back onto Chloe's table. The ginger unfolded the piece of paper, a smile growing as her eyes scanned the words. She looked up to nod enthusiastically like an excited puppy.

Aubrey sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes- but it was good to see the ginger smile again.

The rest of the time slipped by quickly, students quietly reading or doodling on their page after the long period of scrawling down the notes.

The bell finally announced the end of the class, the school becoming clamorous within seconds. Aubrey slowly packed her belongings into her bag but she could see her friend shove everything and make a beeline towards the professor. The blonde hurriedly followed the ginger behind.

Dr. Mitchell peered up from his laptop, eyeing Chloe warily as he noted quietly, "Hello Chloe."

The red head blurted out her questions right away-

"Dr. Mitchell, how's Beca? W-What did she tell you? Is everything alright?" Aubrey watched the professor as he rubbed his face slowly at her companion's questions, evidently worn out.

"Yes, everything is okay, Chloe," Dr. Mitchell gave the ginger a tired but warm smile, nodding, "We talked for a while." The ginger let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding in as Aubrey smiled, whispering "I told you."

But the professor wasn't done.

"And in fact, I have learned that the whole thing wasn't true, apparently." He shook his head, sighing wearily as a frown located on his face, "Beca finally confessed that she was lying."

Chloe was completely dumbstruck, so was Aubrey. They stared at the professor with shocked expressions with their jaws hanging open, speechless.

It was all a lie?

Aubrey frowned, anger bitch slapping her, real hard.

Chloe was stammering for words, feeling all sorts of emotions towards the brunette.

Everything, a lie?

Aubrey was the first one to break the tense silence- "So, Beca was lying to Chloe when she said she's been abused?!" The blonde snarled, her voice getting dangerously higher with each syllable. The ginger was still fumbling for words, her heart beating rapidly in her throat.

Aubrey was fuming when Dr. Mitchell nodded sadly.

"She lied to Chloe and now she's ignoring texts- DOES SHE HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH WORRIED CHLOE WAS?!" Chloe flinched at her friend's words, her eyes averting from Dr. Mitchell's gaze.

"EVEN I WAS SCARED FOR HER!" Aubrey shrieked out, her face crimson from the boiling rage.

Chloe looked at her friend with wide eyes, stuttering, "B-Bree, calm down, I'm pretty sure s-she had a… reason…" Her words were strangled out as she blinked back the tears, her heart not sure whether to rip into sadness and horror or pump in relief.

Aubrey shook her head, spitting out nasty swears for Beca as the professor sighed gruffly.

Chloe's blue eyes darted between her enraged friend and the dismal professor, her heart sinking gradually.

Beca couldn't have lied…

"T-Then what about the bruise on her cheek? And her busted lip?" She asked, her hands trembling by her side.

The professor seemed to stare at the ginger with an unreadable expression before replying, "I don't know Chloe, but I think she might've just tripped accidently but made up a ridiculous story behind it."

Aubrey's teeth clenched together tightly at his words, her whole body shaking as she tried to control her anger. The ginger stared down, nothing more to say. But she didn't understand one thing: Why would Beca lie to her?

Her heart finally gave in and cracked, a gash ripping down the middle. But her mind kept repeating the same question:

…Was it really a lie?

Heavy silence filled the room, the commotion outside sounding much more distant.

Dr. Mitchell spoke up finally, "Girls, I am so sorry for what Beca put you guys through, I sincerely apologize," He ran his fingers through his dishevelled aging hair, "I made sure Beca apologizes to you guys today. And I understand if you don't forgive her." His last comment was thrown in, his tone redolent as if suggesting the idea.

Chloe nodded tightly in response, her breaths shaking out.

On the other hand, Aubrey was literally foaming with ire;

Beca fucking Mitchell- fuck her and her fucking lies.

"Let's go B-Bree…" Chloe's trembling voice earned a curt nod from her friend. The ginger was about to turn around to leave but her ocean blue eyes caught something-

Dr. Mitchell's knuckles were quite scratched and rough, deep red spots peppered around; something Chloe never noticed before. The professor followed Chloe's gaze and instinctively rubbed his knuckles, chuckling humourlessly, "I scraped them against my dresser when I was hurrying out this morning."

"Oh," She breathed out, her eyes still lingering on his knuckles.

Something in her mind kept tugging… but she couldn't pinpoint what it was…

Her bright blue eyes flitted up to the hazel ones, which were staring back intensely, as if trying to figure out her thoughts by his piercing glare.

"Chlo, we have to go our next class," Aubrey's voice jerked her out of her thoughts, making the startled ginger nod hastily.

"See you girls," Dr. Mitchell called out as the girls waved their goodbyes turned to leave the classroom.

Just as Chloe stepped outside the door, Dr. Mitchell called out again, his voice soft and gentle.

"Chloe."

The ginger turned around slowly, meeting his tired, warm eyes.

"I'm sorry about Beca." His words were quiet but very apologetic, offering a sad smile that caused the corner of his eyes to crinkle slightly. It looked so sincere- Chloe didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It's fine, Dr. Mitchell." She managed a small smile before striding off swiftly.

Beca had her hood pulled up, ducking down between the crowd of students filing into the hallways. She gripped the straps of her bags tightly as she moved through the people, daring not to look up.

Fortunately, the ginger she'd been avoiding all weekend wasn't in her next class again.

The brunette had turned off her phone and stayed in her dorm during the weekend, pleading her roommate Kimmy Jin to lie to Chloe that she wasn't there at one point. Beca knew sooner or later she would have to face her friend but she dreaded the moment; the smaller girl could not possibly imagine cutting bonds with the most lively and caring friend. But for her safety…

A cold boulder sank in her stomach as she replayed Warren's words.

"If she knows any further, or if I see you with her- You know what happens"

Shivers trailed down her spine as she shook her head to chase away the terrifying scene.

Her chocolate hair hung loose like curtains to drape the side of her face as she squeezed past the students, heading straight for her next classroom. So far, Beca had absolutely no contact with Chloe after the scene, maybe she'll get lucky and not face her at all today.

While she was squeezing past a group of students, she saw a door creak open, the two faces she wanted to avoid desperately appearing.

Wow, she had the nastiest luck- she even managed to jinx herself.

Aubrey looked extremely cross- 'When didn't she?'- and Chloe was next to the blonde, her eyes dull blue as she stared ahead lifelessly.

Guilt kicked Beca's stomach at the sight; was it because of her?

The brunette stared at the ground, eager to walk past those two before they noticed her. She shuffled quickly, walking along the lines of lockers and people, her heart thumping in her chest nervously with each step.

Laughter and chatters filled her ears as she walked past students, but the beating of her chest was louder to her.

She was gaining towards her classroom at a high speed. But Beca made a mistake of glancing up-

A pair of electric blue orbs from the other side of the hall met her azure ones.

Her mouth lost all moisture as she quickly looked away, her heart thumping wildly as she sped up. In the corner of her eye, Beca saw the ginger staring at her with an increasing frown.

The small DJ bit her bottom lip, hard, when she caught the voice she missed dearly on top of the commotion;

"Beca?"

The brunette forced her legs to carry her quicker, her chestnut hair swishing behind her with her hood fell off at the speed. She could see the door to her classroom open wide, welcoming her- she was so close. She saw Chloe trying to squeeze past the crowd to get to Beca, but the smaller girl ducked deeper into the throng.

"Beca- Beca!" Chloe's calls made her heart leap in surprise; it was getting nearer.

Finally, she slipped in the door before the ginger realized, releasing a shuddering breath she didn't realize she held in. Her eyes peeked out to watch Chloe desperately looking around, trying to find the smaller girl in the middle of the mass.

It hurt her to watch her friend like that; so she turned from the door, walking away.

Beca took a seat the furthest from the door, her chest pounding as she dropped her bag to the side and collapsed onto her chair.

Why was everything so hard?

Chloe's eyes dug through the teenagers that were now splitting up to go back to class. Her heart thumped loudly as she nudged past people, her hopes crushing with every single step she took without the brunette in sight.

The small girl with her chocolate waves and dark faded hoodie she saw had to be Beca.

…Why did she ignore her?

"Chloe, where are you going?" She turned around when Aubrey called out, beckoning her, "We gotta go to class!"

Chloe nodded, making her way back to her friend with her eyes sweeping the floor in hurt. Aubrey immediately noted the ginger's expression, frowning, "What's up Chlo? You okay?" She asked softly, pulling an arm around her friend comfortingly.

Chloe's mind flashed images of the brunette grinning gleefully, nudging her companion as they joked around. And before she knew it, Chloe was inevitably falling for Beca. She wanted to tell her, she wanted to be with her-

But so much happened within days.

'And now…'

The ginger bit back tears, her frail body shaking as she whispered out, "I don't know what's happening, Bree. I-I don't know what to do."

Beca entered the cafeteria, pulling her hoodie strings nervously as her navy eyes shot around the place to see if Chloe or Aubrey was in sight. She let out a small sigh of relief- with a hint of guilt- as she quickly strode across the room with her head pressed down as low as she could.

No one seemed to notice the awkward brunette who was practically sprinting past, her face concealed by her hair that swung against her cheeks. Everyone seemed to be too busy eating and chattering amongst friends-

Everyone but a particular redhead and blonde.

"It's her." Aubrey hissed, rising from her seat with her eyes shooting daggers towards the small girl who seemed completely unaware. The blonde grabbed her friend's wrist, not taking her eyes off the brunette who was scurrying to grab something, "Let's go Chloe."

"W-What?" The ginger looked up but before her eyes had the time to widen, her friend was pulling her out of her seat and dragging her like a sack of potatoes, charging towards the small DJ who had her back to them.

"Bree, I left my bread roll-" Chloe's absurd excuse was cut off by the blonde snatching Beca's wrist with her other hand which earned a completely bewildered and stunned look from the brunette "W-What are you doing-"

Aubrey rolled her eyes and pulled both the girls into the nearest seat, Beca trying to thrash out of her vice like grasp but Chloe suddenly silent, aware of the smaller girl's presence right by her side.

The extremely agitated blonde pushed both of them into a seat, her hands placed on her hips huffily as she glowered down at them, "Now you two, TALK. I am so sick of this bullshit that I had to deal with during the weekend."

Beca was the first to react, standing up as she hissed through her clenched teeth, "What the hell? I've got nothing to talk about." Her navy eyes were lifeless and bland- it sent chills down Chloe's back that the brunette could look so dreary.

Aubrey pinched the bridge of her nose, taking deep breaths as she tried to control her overflowing pique against the brat, "You're not going anywhere, Mitchell." She faced Beca, her sea green eyes louring down due to their height difference, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

Before the brunette could last out, her fists tightly squeezed into balls, Chloe's quivering voice broke in between them.

"Were you lying?"

Those three words made every muscle of the smaller girl taut. She slowly met eyes with the ginger who stared back at her expectantly as if pleading for her to say the answer she had in mind.

She had to lie that she was lying- what a joke.

If only Chloe knew why she was lying…

Beca's ears rang, her mind becoming numb as she opened her mouth.

"Yes."

It was a curt answer, but it was enough for the blonde to growl in enragement. However, surprisingly, Chloe didn't react; she was still staring at Beca but with more concentration and burning intensity. The small DJ pursed her lips, looking away until Chloe's words left her mouth-

"I-I don't believe you, Beca."

It was the last thing she expected, catching her off guard as she averted her eyes quickly to hide the shock and panic.

What made Chloe say that?

Beca didn't know whether to feel panicked or relieved- but emotions weren't important right now. She had to bury them deep inside and stick with her plan.

"Well you should, because it's the fucking truth." She spat out bitterly, causing the ginger to recoil at her sharp words.

"Why did you lie?" It was Aubrey's turn to ask her question- but Beca was sick of this. It felt like 21 questions on last Friday's party all over again.

"I lied, now get over it," Her words were cold and edged. Beca didn't dare look at Chloe in the eyes; she could already feel the devastation giving off of the ginger- Beca didn't want to know how much guilt she would feel if she looked at her. "I'm going to the library now-"

"Beca, w-we can talk about this," Chloe beseeched, reaching out but the smaller girl stepped back whilst shaking her head, "I wanted to talk to you all weekend, p-please. I missed you so much Becs-"

"I don't want to talk about it." The brunette said flatly, maintaining her stony façade as she finally looked at her friend in the eye. Her heart seared in pain at the sight in front of her: Chloe stricken expression reminded her of… herself, when her parents divorced in front of her eyes. Beca blinked back her tears, shoving the excruciating memories away...

She had to end this. She had to. Beca couldn't keep lying and avoiding them; she had to end this once and for all-

For everyone's wellbeing.

'Just fucking say it's over and cut the bond already, Beca, JUST FUCKING SAY IT' her mind screamed at her but her heart coiled sickeningly in refusal.

She looked at Chloe once more, before opening her dry lips-

Her heart stopped as her eyes took in the trembling, shattered ginger.

Beca couldn't do it.

Instead, she turned, gritting her teeth tightly as she screwed her eyes shut for a moment to block out the whole world. Beca opened her eyes again and-

Before Aubrey could utter another insult, before Chloe could beg her to stay,

She did the only thing she was good at-

Running away.

Chloe leaned against the oak tree, staring blankly at her worn out converse. She was under the precise oak tree she always waited Beca after her last class. Every day, they would meet under the cool shade of green and walk to either of their dorm together.

Aubrey thought it was ridiculous that Chloe was waiting for the brunette, she couldn't deny it herself either;

She never saw Beca after lunch time, so why would she come here after?

But in her heart, under the pool of hurt, grief and longing, there was a small flame that weakly flared; a spark that believed that Beca wasn't lying. A spark that believed that she could help the small DJ.

It was small, but it was a spark of hope.

Chloe checked the time on her phone: it was half an hour past the usual time they met. The ginger bit the inside of her cheek, feeling hollow. A gush of wind brushed against her cheek, as if trying to comfort the ginger.

Seconds felt like hours.

Her eyes already memorized every detail of her shoes from staring for so long.

Maybe Chloe was wrong after all- maybe that spark inside her was a stupid side of her imagination.

"Still waiting for Beca?"

Chloe stiffened, her eyes flickering ahead from her shoes to see a pair of lean legs standing in front of her; the voice was too low to be Aubrey's. It sounded sweet, sugarcoated, coming from a boy- she recognized it immediately.

She glared up to see Jesse Swan smirking in front of her, flashing a boyish grin.

How dare he speak of her name?

Anger overlapped the hurt as she stomped up to him, her fists clenching tightly by her sides. "You fucking JERK!" She screamed angrily, shoving Jesse back but the boy only stumbled back a few steps due to his bigger build.

He chuckled, resting his hands in his pockets casually, "What did I do Chloe? I think I get to be thanked," Jesse shrugged innocently, flashing his perfect straight teeth in his grin, "Let's be real, everyone loves drunk Beca more than sober Beca."

Chloe's eyes widened significantly; he did not just say that-

-xx-

Beca walked along the campus with her head down, kicking a rock on the way. She was finished cleaning the cafeteria- 'fucking Dr. Payne'- and now she was off to proceed with the detention.

"I swear, I will KILL that old geezer-" Her annoyed words were cut off with a shriek that made her jump in surprise. Her head snapped up, horror dawning on her as she recognized the voice: Chloe's.

"It can't be, d-dad promised…" She mumbled, her eyes widening as she looked around to locate the scream.

The brunette flinched again as she heard Chloe shriek something- she spun around to see the ginger under the oak tree, yelling with tears in her eyes at a tall boy who looked irritated, ruffling his brown hair.

She sighed with a trace of relief that the ginger wasn't screaming in pain but anger. It was apparent that they were in a heated argument, the boy becoming clearly annoyed at Chloe's yelling.

Beca froze in her spot, squinting- the boy looked familiar but who…?

She barely made out her friend's angry screams that were bubbled with sobs, catching a few words such as her name, surprisingly gruesome swears (Who knew the bubbly, gorgeous ginger could swear), "Drink" and-

The small DJ frowned, her eyes burning with anger; was that guy the one who spiked her drink?

She stopped herself from sprinting over and supporting Chloe- she had to break her friendship anyway… What would Chloe feel if she helped her one day and completely abandoned her the very next day?

… But isn't that what was already happening?

"For god's sake, Chloe," Beca heard the boy sigh, scowling down at her friend, "I know you care about her but chill! Beca drunk, singing and dancing is way better than being that mysterious lonely piece of crap."

Her eye twitched at his words; she was definitely determined to go over and choke him to death until Chloe retaliated, shoving the boy with surprising strength, making him trip backwards onto his bottom. Beca felt a glow of gratefulness for the ginger but it died out as soon as she saw the furious boy stand up quickly, stomping towards Chloe with his fingers curled up in balls of fists.

The brunette's face grew pale as she watched him shove the ginger on to the tree with a scary thud.

That was enough for a tornado of anger to burst in her veins, pulsing with the adrenaline as she sprinted towards them-

The boy grabbed Chloe by the collar and raised his fist, the ginger kicking desperately to free from his iron grip with her face portraying stark terror, her breath hitched in her throat.

"You stupid bitch. You're no more worth than your rude friend," He growled in her face, his warm breath dangerously close to her skin.

Just before he could descend his blow, Jesse caught the small DJ running towards them in the corner of his eye and turned to face her, smiling mockingly, "Ah! Look who it is, the star of the party-"

His nonchalant words were interrupted by Beca's fist slamming against the boy's cheek, hard, causing him his whole body to tumble backwards with his eyes extremely wide in surprise as he crumbled onto the ground. The ginger gasped loudly at the sound the strike made, her ocean blue eyes staring at the brunette incredulously who was glaring down at Jesse with ragged breaths.

Pain shot through Beca's knuckles as she bit back a wince, throbbing pain pulsing through her fist. She didn't know where such an incredible burst of energy came from but the momentum was unstoppable.

Chloe's mouth gaped open in utter shock as she staggered back to balance whilst her brain tried to sink in the sight in front of her; Beca Mitchell just punched Jesse.

"Don't. You. Dare, Touch. Her," Beca snarled, emphasizing each word with her eyes glowing with murderous rage. Chloe's mouth went dry at the smaller girl's words, unable to emit any sound as her heart pounded against her chest loudly.

Jesse seemed dumbstruck as much as Chloe, rolling around while hissing out swears that sounded like painful whimpers, cradling his cheek. He finally registered what the small girl had said, nodding frantically without even having time to think through what just happened.

He winced in pain, clutching his red cheek as he stumbled up and ran off within seconds.

Beca massaged her fist tenderly after Jesse was out of sight, letting out a hopeless wince. The ginger's face contorted in worry as she finally breathed out, "B-Beca…Y-You're… here…"

No words could describe what she was feeling right now.

The brunette looked up hesitantly; she'd done what she promised herself not to. Relief flooded her, softening her murderous expression as her eyes darted around her friend's face to confirm that Chloe wasn't hurt.

'God dammit, Mitchell', she thought to herself angrily, 'you're going to have to hurt Chloe anyway, why are you making this harder?'

But it was definitely worth it- even the pain in her fist- she didn't want to know what would've happened if she didn't run up to them.

"T-Thank you so much Beca… A-Are you okay? Oh my god…" Chloe reached out to examine Beca's hand but she pulled away, avoiding her gaze.

The small DJ finally caught her breath, rubbing her knuckles herself as she pursed her lips, too scared to meet the owner of the cerulean eyes she hurt today at lunch. Beca tried to gulp down the turmoil of emotions that bounced around her chest.

If the brunette stayed any longer, she felt like she was going to crack open any second in front of Chloe- and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I-I have to go serve detention." She noted in a monotone voice, hiding her fist behind her from her friend. She let her ruffled chestnut waves that were pressed down in her hood all day conceal her face as she shifted her face away from Chloe, "Bye, Chloe."

The ginger looked at the small DJ, hurt starting to swell up again, "Beca, but your hand-"

"I'm fine, see? I'm not hurt," Beca said casually, meeting her eyes for a moment as she waved her hand quickly in a blur to reassure the ginger before turning to leave.

"Beca…"

She started walking away again, leaving Chloe to stand there with sorrow radiating from her. The ginger didn't catch the last words the small DJ whispered under her breath.

"-And I'm glad you aren't too."

At the same time, Chloe whispered, her eyes swimming in despair,

"Please don't be like this, Beca…"

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