Hello lovely people. So many new favourites and follows. Damn, I'm happy as hell right now.

The chapters are getting longer, slowly but at least they do. I know I'm biased but this is like, my favourite chapter so far, or at least on the top three. I'm not entirely sure. Also this chapter nearly wrote itself, that's how much I love it. Chloe's PoV has always been easier for me to write but damn, this was amazing. Okay, enough fan-girling over my own chapter ;)

Thanks for the reviews folks! I appreciate them so much, you'd never even guess. Keep them coming. =)

little shoutouts:

acceptability: Good to hear that you were surprised. I just read to many stories where Jesse always saves the day so I tried something different and hopefully entertaining. But you'll see. Feel free to let me know if part two of the Jesse-thing surprised you as well.

LeeShaw: Good or bad reaction there? I get that you were surprised.

JustLikeBrookeDavis : Yay, someone mentioned Beca's mum! I was afraid I didn't convey those feelings right but your comment made my day. Seeing as this is my story I can say Chloe will always stick up for Beca, that's just how I interpret her character. Seeing as this is a Chloe chapter, we won't get to see Becas reaction to Jesse's betrayal but there always is a future. And the future will show if they're going to have a happy end. At least I made my mind up how it should end. Yay

number1: Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Moxain: Seems like you were shocked with the outcome or am I misinterpreting something? Liked it?

Hulagal13 : There, there. You didn't have to wait too long.

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Chapter 21: Good Decisions, Bad Decisions

Chloe's PoV:

Aubrey brought me back to the stage with her, not that I was resisting or anything. I'm broken, totally broken and there doesn't seem to be a glue that could fix me, well, not counting Beca.

All around me are this beautiful colours, they blur together and create these wonderful shapes. I don't know why my imagination is playing tricks on me right now, as if I don't feel bad enough already. Still, the beautiful shapes are around me and they get clearer by the second. Now I'm going crazy, I just know it. The colours have created an angry Beca, throwing her phrases at me again and again, relentlessly. It's not like I don't deserve it, but just standing on this stage is hard enough already.

The next thing I know there is a loud roar and I can hear punches and gunfire in the distance, except it isn't. The roar was Aubrey as we got announced second place and the gunfire came from the audience where people started to clap. Have you ever found yourself wishing that a lion would just end you? Right at this moment I did, I would have prefered gunfire over clapping and a lion that tears my guts out over my best friend. Everyone just seemed so god damn happy and all I wanted to do was scream at them, because really, the reason why we made it just left us. Left me. Me. And therefor us. So it's all my fault and by the time the others realise I will wish myself back to the roaring lion and the gunfire.

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As it turned out we owe it to Benji that we made it second place. I swear that boy surprises me again and again. He saw something suspicious going on with the footnotes front singer and acted upon it. Bad for them, good for the Bellas. I haven't heard from or seen Beca for over a month now. I know that everything is my fault, I am to blame but even if she would speak to me, I wouldn't know what to say. Would I really wanna change my behaviour? Would I do something different if I could? I have no fucking idea. If I had told her the moment I found out at aca-initiation night, what would have happened? Would I haven even been given a chance or would she just have told me to go fuck myself because I'm the daughter of my mother?

The only thing I know for sure is that even if she would have stayed a Bella and maybe she'd have even spoken to me, she would never have letten me in the way she did. I would have never got to be her girlfriend. So would I really rather change that or is this heartbreak worth it?

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The others aren't so much mad at me as they're disappointed in me. I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing. I feel like I deserve punishment and if they hated me, well, all this would be a lot easier. But it isn't. My life never is. Easy that is. When my dad and Katie died that fateful day I never thought I could overcome my grieve, yet I did. I isolated myself, from everyone, for years. It is my defense mechanism. To cover up my loss I became as cheerful as I am today, or rather was until recently. For Spring Break Bree made the exceptional plan of going to Hawaii and have an aca-bootcamp. Bonding time, for the first time since this new Bella group was formed we would actually try to behave as more than teammates, as friends. The ground rules would include not taking a mobile phone with you, so you would have to communicate with the Bellas and the Bellas only. I was torn. Should I join them? Pretend like nothing happened and continue my life like it was before the impact that is Beca? I couldn't. I made a lame excuse, telling them my mom and I had reservations at a hotel in Spain. Bullshit.

I knew what I was going to do. I made an appointment to have my nodes removed the first week of Spring Break. It's not like I don't know the consequences of that surgery, I do. If it screws my vocal chords up too much, well, leaving the Bellas is my best option. That way I wouldn't have to face the memories I made of and with Beca there. Bree will be disappointed by the time she finds out what I did, but I just have to do it. My nodes won't get better over time. As with the other Bellas, maybe they will be relieved, maybe disappointed as well. One would never know for sure.

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I did it, or rather I had it done. It did screw my vocal chords, I might never be able to sing over a g sharp again but at least the pain is gone. I'm still at the hospital. Lying here with no one to visit me the only joy I have left is listening to music. I kinda do this 24/7 and it's hard not to sing along but that would screw my chords over even more. According to the doctor I'm not to speak for at least three days. By now I have listened to each of my playlist on my IPod at least five times, so I decide to listen to Luke's radio.

Luke is an old friend of mine and he plays so many of my favourite songs. We met in kindergarten and we got very close. I think he once had a crush on Katie and sometimes I imagine them having a good live together in another universe.

But Luke is not playing songs today. First I don't recognise the voice of the boy on the radio but then it seems kinda familiar. I know it right before he announces it, it's Jesse.

"Hello there Barden, this is Jesse and we're gonna hear some of my very own mixes today. Enjoy."

My brain freezes over for a moment until my heart starts kicking in. I know this mix, it's one of Beca's, I even made the last touch myself. This cannot be happening!

But it is. I wonder how many people are listening to this without knowing. Does Beca know? Is she listening right now? How can this be happening?

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By the time I am released out of hospital it's Sunday afternoon. I never turned the radio of, not once. When the playlist wasn't on shuffle Jesse was there, playing what he claimed to be his remixes. Some of them I have never heard before but they had Becas touch, her concept. They weren't his and nobody noticed. I hate myself for not bringing my mobile with me, I could have texted Luke, could have tried to stop this, but I couldn't.

I make my way over to the radio station right from the hospital. Furious is an understatement right now. How dare he uses Beca like this? I'm stomping like a mad woman, I know that by the looks the passing people throw my way but I don't give a damn. Jesse will face my wrath.

Kicking the door to the station open I see Jesse sitting in the booth, having a sickeningly satisfied look on his face. Oh, you just wait. I don't hesitate to enter the booth and by the time Jesse turns around I can see the fear written in his eyes. Yeah, fear me.

I grab his collar and shout right in his face, not caring that I'll be heard over the whole campus via radio. "How dare you claim those mixes to be yours! Those are Beca's and we both know a little shitface like you could never do something as amazing as that!"

"Chloe, please. Just let me turn of the mic and I'll explain everything. Please!"

No, you won't be able to talk yourself out of this. I still have him by his collar and I just drag him out of the booth.

"Chloe, I don't wanna fight with you!"

"Damn right you don't want to fight with me. I'm taller and right now I feel like I could crush your bones. Tell me one good reason not to."

"My future depended on this-"

"Not good enough." With that I punch him right in his face. He wasn't suspecting the impact, making him fall into some CD shelves behind him. By the time he's back on his feet his attitude has changed, he looks angry and makes himself appear taller.

"Oh, this is rich of you. Protecting Beca after what you did. Do you really think she will thank you for this, forgive ou even? Don't be dumb Chloe. She'll never forgive you and you know the funny part? You could have avoided all this, you could have been a simple friend, maybe even a sister but no, you wanted to crush her, right?"

"I never, ever wanted to hurt her and you know that just as much as I do. You're making me sick. All you've ever wanted was for her to be interested in you, for her to fancy you, to kiss the ground you walked on. Newsflash, she didn't. She never saw you this way and after this you're just as screwed as I am. This is not about getting Beca back."

"She should have loved me! Aca-boy and aca-girl. We were meant to be! Instead she choose her own sister over me. Look at you, what could she have possibly seen in you?"

"Stepsister! And I didn't know that when I fell for her and neither did she. If you'd loved her you would be happy for her, I know for sure I would have been happy for her if she was happy with you! I can see what she didn't see in you!"

"Come down from your throne. What do you know about love when all you did was lie?"

"But that's just the reason I lied."

"For love?! Hilarious, you were a coward and now you wanna win her back with your hero behaviour!"

"You're right. I was a coward but I told you, I'm not doing this to get her back."

"No? Why then? You could have just pretended like you never knew, something you're good at, right."

"I do this because it's the right thing to do. This I am sure of."

He swings his right fist at me and I manage to dodge just in time. However, his left hook hits me square in the eye. The adrenaline pumping through my veins keeps the pain away, making me charge right for him, again and again. There were lots of brawls I was involved with in High School. Life as a punk wasn't easy, everyone picked on you and I even had my fair share of catfights with Aubrey. It's not like we're always in complete agreement.

I have practise and I soon notice that he doesn't. He uses too much energy with every punch and I win the upper hand pretty soon. By now everything is a blur.

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I come to my senses again. I don't know how much time has passed but by the time I have complete control over my body and mind again my left hand is attached to Jesse's collar again and my right fist ready to punch him once more. I refrain myself from doing so. He clearly has enough. I notice the state of the room, some shelves thrown over, other broken where I shoved Jesse into them. The desk is also broken and by the nagging pain in my back when I look at it, I know that somehow I must have crashed onto it. Jesse is on the verge of passing out, so I decide to leave. Someone must have heard the commotion by now and I don't want to get punished because of that scumbag.

Walking down the street I try not to stand out too much. I realise that my clothes are thorn at some places and I have some cuts and bruises but nothing some rest can't fix. Eyes glued to the floor I make my decision, I'm not going to quit Bellas. I will train hard and give it my best, just so those damn Trebles won't win ICCAs again this year. They won't know what hit-

"Chlo..." This can't be! My head snaps p to look at Beca as fast as humanly possible, maybe even faster. Of all the people I could have run into right now it has to be her. My body reacts instantly, my pupils dilating, my heart rate increasing. She shouldn't see me, not like this. I pry my eyes away from her, concentrating on looking to the ground.

"Chlo?"

Please, this is torture. I can't talk to you right now, I can't even look at you. There is so much that needs to be explained but I just can't. I'm sorry. "I'm so sorry." So fucking sorry I can't stand myself. I just have to run off.

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End Chapter 21

So, that's it for today. Liked it? Let me know! Also, did I mention that 21 is one of my favourite numbers? No? Now you know.