Chapter 11
Chloe. Beca hadn't been able to get the redhead out of her head. The girl polluted her very being. And it made her mad. It made her mad that Chloe was on her mind all the time, but the brunette was most likely never on hers. Sure, she came in daily, but she probably had a boy toy she was thinking about while she was with Beca.
Beca didn't know why that made her mad. Chloe wasn't attracted to her, and never would be. Period. And besides, it wasn't like Beca cared about Chloe romantically. Romance was for fools. To be a bit crude, she just though the girl was hot. Thin, tan, big boobs, nice butt. She was a tease. A tease who had Beca wrapped around her finger and didn't even know it
The sooner Beca got over her little-whatever this thing was-the sooner she could get on with her life.
"Welcome to the Pines, what can I get you?" She asked a couple who had sat down a couple minutes ago. She looked over to the bar counter where Chloe had been sitting for about an hour now. Beca hadn't said one word to her.
"Hi Bryce!" Chloe greeted her brother as he walked over to wear she was sitting.
"Hi Chloe. Is there anything I can get for you? A beer? Anything?" he asked.
"No thanks. Do you know why Beca hasn't taken her break yet? It's getting late and I'm getting lonely."
Beca licked her lips. "It's a busy night, you know?"
"There's like, nobody here!" Chloe whined. "You know, I think you're ignoring me. And I don't like it one bit."
Beca rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not ignoring you."
"Well then why aren't you talking to me?"
"I told you. I'm busy." Beca muttered. Why couldn't the redhead just leave her alone?
"But Beca, you're not busy so-"
"Chloe, why are you still here?"
"Well, I, guess, I-" Guess. Beca snorted. She guesses.
"God you are so pathetic!" Chloe looked up at Beca with wide eyes. "Why do you think that it's okay to just come after five fucking years and pick up where we left off like nothing ever happened, huh? Without apologizing? I mean for fucks sake Chloe! Why are you here? I thought if I was nice to you you'd go away on you're own but I guess that's not gonna happen!"
"Beca I-"
"Can you leave?" Beca didn't know what had come over her. She was so mad. "I don't know why I let this continue for as long as I did. I don't need you here, okay? I don't want you here!"
"Beca stop it!" her brother glared at her.
She was crying. Chloe was crying. Her make-up was running down her face, but she made no attempt to wipe it off.
"I-I'm sorry Beca. I'll leave-e." She stuttered, her voice cracking into a half sob.
Beca didn't know what to do at this point. She felt empathy looking at the girl in front of her. She looked so weak, so helpless. All Beca wanted to do was coddle her. But she couldn't. If Chloe walked out that door, Beca could get her mind back on track, and away from the redhead who had drawn herself into the picture.
Chloe stood up, and walked towards the door. She looked back at Beca one last time before stepping outside.
She didn't know why she felt so empty watching Chloe leave. It's what she'd wanted since the beginning, wasn't it?
Wasn't it?