Author's Note: Okay take a deep breath before you start reading...Warning: Angst all the way.

Also this is the first half of a very very long chap that I split in two once again, please be patient I hope you can power through with me, give me the next few days to post the other half...

So here you go, don't say I didn't warn you...


The next few days proved to be difficult, the intensely rigorous practice sessions seemed more draining than usual, (doing nothing to help the persistent ache at the back of your throat) feeling more like work. It seemed like there was never time for goofing around or light-hearted moments anymore. Everyone stuck strictly to schedule following it to the letter. That however, you think was probably due to the brand new working environment being lead by the prince douche...

The working hard part you understood-even welcomed; you weren't a stranger to hard-work. You were diligent, prepared to give your all when it came to your craft... but let's face it, you were only human. And with Live Rounds preparations being even more demanding, and to top it all off the steadily increasing engagements that you were required to attend; plenty more interviews, and events that you had to show up to...(you have yet to hit your stride, you haven't quite got a handle on the whole lifestyle of being some sort of minor celebrity ) and yet there seemed to no be no breaks to make-up for it, taking a lot out of you so that you almost always ended up passing out on some random surface at your place-You can't remember the last time you actually made it to your room.

All of that you could've dealt with, but what made it the more difficult was having to try to get along with someone who seemed to have a rod stuck up his ass 24-7...It was especially when you were trying to keep a promise-trying to keep your snide remarks to a minimum. You opted to make up for it by calling him names in your head, or saying everything behind his back that you weren't allowed to say to his face. You weren't being a complete backstabber, besides it didn't really count, you knew he knew that there was intense mutual dislike between the two of you and yet you both willingly played along because of Beca, to keep with her wishes.

So you remained neutral, your emotions almost kept at bay- hidden behind this thin veneer of self-control, while the two of you suffered in mutual discomfort, seeing who could best hold out. You said you'd kept your mouth shut, but your eyes remained peeled, as you kept a close watch, tracking any development between the former lovers.

It was almost some sick obsession, how defensive- or was possessive the better word- you were of Beca

You convince yourself that you were being very defensive for her sake, because you wanted to protect Beca, because you were worried that he would hurt her once again and yes, that was almost entirely true... but it was trumped by a greater fear; that she would readily let him. That she would fall into a habit, go back into what she was used to...back to her comfort zone.

It's completely reasonable thought, and you can't help being worried when you saw how slick he really was, how he took his time... slowly, chipping at her exterior wearing down on her resolve to stay angry at him.

He knew Beca well, and he'd known her long enough to know exactly how to warm her up to him...and knowing Beca, with her being the real softie that she was, she would eventually give in.

It was annoying how his patience and perseverance paid off, how their conversations seemed to get lengthier and lengthier with time, the two of them seemingly falling back into routine, feeling at ease with each other; which was exactly what you didn't want.

This felt familiar watching Beca. You're like this TV-viewer seeing, knowing something that the main character is almost stupidly unaware of, seeing how close she was to making the same error, the same mistake over and over, and you were there separated by a screen, powerless to stop it- with no other ability than to resort to cursing at her from behind it.


You know you tend to have an overactive imagination(having a jealous mind didn't help either, only heightening things), so you were careful to react, trying to first dispel your supicions as mere suspicions before doing anything about it.

Till you actually see them laughing about something, Beca looking so carefree and unguarded, and not the least bit bitter and you can't help it that churning feeling, deep in your gut... Okay, you'd sort of understood the whole 'he was a part of her life before so she can't be mad with him forever, but you thought that whole forgiving him part would come much later. What happened you thought she said they'd just be civil towards each other...not become buddy-buddy. Did she forget what she had said? She turns to you, smile still in place and while her wide grin becomes a full open-mouthed, shiny, white teeth smile, you feel you resentment and jealousy rise up.

"What was that?" You try to not let the jealousy leak in, trying to keep the bite out of it for her sake.

"We were just discussing something, the music piece. He wanted my opinion about the group number."

"Oh really?" You don't find anything particularly funny about "Sing'

"Yeah, really," she says, her brows drawn together, not quite understanding your tone of voice, her smile dimming a bit.

"Cos' it looked like more..." you say sounding accusing and yes, angry.

"Why are you getting on me about this? What's the problem? What did I do wrong this time?"

"If you don't remember, let me refresh things for you. In case you've forgotten, you told me-and here I'm quoting you-you were going to suffer through every moment with him, that you were sick of how he'd been treating you. Why are you even talking to him like it's not against your will to do so?"

You hate that you're laying it on her, but judging by how confused she looks, she really needed the wake-up call to remind her where she stood, where she was supposed to stand regarding Jesse.

"We work together I can't just mime things whenever I want something from him can I?" she says snarkily.

You know you're unstoppable at this point, you know you've gone too far, flying of the handle for something so little stepping into something that really wasn't any of your business but you keep at it, telling yourself that this was your duty as her friend...

"Do you not actually see what he's trying to do here? Stop being so freaking weak and blind and just plain stupid when it comes to him-He's trying to get you back and you're letting him think he can... I thought you said you were done, that you were sick of him, he treats you like crap Beca. You told me you were done listening to him but look at you..."

"I can have one conversation with an ex without wanting to get back with the guy...also I can't keep ignoring him whenever he starts a conversation...seriously what is your problem-Also I don't appreciate you throwing my words back at me...I know what I said, and I'm not taking it back...I'm just trying to make whatever this is work..to make the working environment less strained and messed up...I'm not enjoying it at all."

"You're putting on quite a show then..."

"What're you-"

Your discussion skids to a halt, when said topic of conversation, Jesse, approaches the two of you, you aren't quite sure if he knows that it's him your talking about.

"Hey I heard raised voices what's happening?"

The two of you exchange glances wearily but remain silent, Jesse can't seem to take a hint and continues to prod,

"Oh, um sorry was I stepping in on something important?"

You have very little patience for him right now, the bite coming out full-force, without you holding back this time

"Yes you are, we're discussing very serious- very private matters...why don't you freaking look someplace else where you can actually stick your business in. "

"I apologize. I'll just go then..." he says, meekly. You narrow your eyes at this.

"Yeah, probably so y'know we can actually continue our conversation."

He closes his mouth and departs as per your request.

"What was that! Chloe I'm warning you to stop it, I won't have you at my practice sessions with that kind of attitude..."

oh please You roll your eyes

"You better walk this off...get rid of whatever this is or don't even bother coming in. So now I have to go up to him to apologize, are you happy?" she stalks of in the direction Jesse went,

You walk away, straight out the door, straight to the street boarding one of the cars and giving your address without once looking back.

Your phone rings many, many times during the duration of the ride and you ignore each and everyone of them; at first it was because you were just being plain ass stubborn, but later on it was because you were scared to face Beca's wrath.

Your regret keeps building the closer you get to home. What have you done...all that shouting at Beca and blaming her had not helped the situation, in fact it actually sent her straight to him, and now they actually both had something to more to discuss, to complain about together... you.


The next day was a free day Sunday, but on Monday you make your way to her office to apologize, (the shoes is on the other foot, you never realized how nerve-wracking it could be asking for Beca's forgiveness), to maybe try to get back into her good graces you stand there after knocking a few times, (Kimmy Jin had confirmed she was there with a "duh where else would she be')you press your ear to the door and hear sounds of motion inside, Beca's music playing, you call out her name and identify yourself, and still nothing...

Okay you get the hint, she doesn't want to talk right now, you walk a few steps before you make up your mind-taking out one of your note-books, tearing out a page and jotting down your message...

Beca,

Hi. I know that you're pretty pissed at me. No, who am I kidding you're more than pissed. I walked out on practice yesterday, I ignored all those phone calls, and I said all those things-I said too much. While I don't regret expressing to you what I honestly felt, what I do regret is how I confronted you out of nowhere and how I said it- You didn't deserve that, not any of it. You don't need anymore false accusations. I know I'm completely insane, and I don't mean to be so crazy when it comes to you, but I really care about you, you know that, don't you. I care about your happiness, I really think you deserve all the happiness the world has to offer...and I'm sorry for being so mean and spiteful and I'm sorry I hurt you. Okay this letter is getting to cheesy for my taste (or maybe your taste I think you've already vomited on the letter twice by now...)
Can we please talk? So I can apologize to you in person.

Love,
Chloe


You make your way down the hall and see the familiar profile of the brunette around the corner, and you expel a relieved breath at finally finding Beca (okay, she hadn't been ignoring you and your knocking just now, she had just stepped out) but as you keep walking, she steps into the light revealing that she wasn't alone, seeing her locked in a tight embrace... with Jesse. It doesn't last too long, they part with Jesse pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before he walks away. Beca finally turns and sees you.

Her face gives away her surprise, before she quickly wipes it of all emotion, she keeps walking and doesn't say anything to you as she passes by.

"Lemme guess, you guys were just talking." you say sarcastically, she stops before she slowly rounds on you,

"First of all, you don't get to question me... especially after you went AWOL the other day." she says her voice raised, now looking positively furious, advancing upon you. "You disrespected me and my position as your coach..you said all that crap to me-"

You nearly back away feeling tempted to run from her rage, but you brace yourself, forcing yourself to hold your ground,

"But I was right, wasn't I. Look at the two of you..." you say, and that stops her mid-rant.

"Okay Yeah, we were talking what's so bad about that, He wanted to see how I was holding up with all these rumours floating around and the unwanted press about you know, our situation."

"So that had to be done with your arms wrapped around each other?"

"Why do you sound-can you stop sounding, stop being so...so..."

"What?"

"So damn spiteful and mean... and jealous."

"I'm not..."

"Yeah, because you have no right to be...you don't get a say in my relationships..." You actually do take a step back at that, you compose your features, trying not to show how shocked and hurt you were by that statement,

"Well excuse me for caring...So am I not allowed to ask what was that about, why the two of you looked so comfy?" you say, trying to sound unaffected, " and really do you normally make it a habit to spill your guts to someone you supposedly hate?"

"See this why people are saying all this stuff about us...you are overstepping."

"You said it wasn't a big deal, that you didn't care about what anyone said..."

"Well apparently I do. I don't like getting attention for this kind of thing, people making me out as something I'm not. I don't like people suddenly looking at me differently, judging me for something I didn't do."

"Are we still talking about the competition or what?"

"You take it however you want to take it"

"Stop hinting at things and for fucks sake just say it straight! "

"Hey, what's going on here?" Speaking of the devil, Jesse waltzes in, (where the hell does he keep coming from, didn't he just leave) this time around blatantly not caring if he's interrupting on your private conversation, putting a possessive arm around Beca's waist.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," he says innocently, but there's this little glint in his eye, a twist to his smile that you don't like, that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Uh...Hon-Jess" Beca says, quickly correcting herself.

"Yes Babe?" he says and the smirk is unmistakable, how he looks over at you almost in triumph.

"Hon? Babe?" you ask looking between the two of them his smug face and her subdued one, both confirming your fear.

"You kind of were interrupting. Just you know, Coaching stuff. Top secret..." she says and then she pushes him away, and you both just stand there watching him leave, hearing Jesse's footsteps as he walks away,

You finally turn on her.

"You've patched things up?" you ask the question, needing to hear the confirmation aloud, to confirm what you wish to God wasn't true.

She doesn't turn to you, doesn't even bother to reply, but you see, can even feel how tense it's all suddenly become. You've never felt so far off from her as you do now. It's like you barely knew her, she was keeping things from you now.

"But just the other day you were saying something completely different-that you wouldn't- " you stutter trying to make sense of the situation...you knew Beca was confused about some things, but seriously how indecisive could she get about her feelings,

"The other day, after you left...after I had apologized we... talked some things over." she says deliberately, slowly. Your frustrated at her tone, at her lack of emotion...You're annoyed that she's still not looking at you, not having the decency to talk to you face to face.

"So what, you're taking back everything...What about-what about all of that stuff you said to me about him that night you broke up?" you ask trying to sound anything but emotional and frantic, but it's hopeless; it can't be helped, your voice is shaking...

She finally turns to you, her face taut, her eyes blank.

"I was depressed fed up and drunk... I've said things I don't mean or maybe I meant it then, but now that my head is clear and reason is back, I've taken things into consideration... It's what's right, besides we're in a relationship, that's just how it works, we talk we fix things up. He apologized."

Who was she trying to convince?

You close your eyes for a moment, putting a hand to your head, trying to calm yourself...your heads throbbing right now...you really can't handle this, you can't handle her.

"So you're just going to take him back just like that?" you ask

"We both got carried away, we said things in the heat of anger, but I'm just so used to him being there. I can't let go of him completely...You don't understand, but me and him work, okay. He's what's best for me." she says, sounding decided.

Your eyes open at that, You want to get carried away by your outrage. She thinks he's what's best for her. But, you quell it.

"He's what's best for you...Okay I can know a hopeless case when I see one... You're right, I don't understand." you say,

Her expression turns angry,

"Don't call me a hopeless case-don't speak about something you don't understand..." You don't allow her to finish-you actually let out a roar of frustration, rendering her speechless,

"I can't even look at you right now..." you say as you start to walk away, your bodies shaking with the effort of trying to suppress everything,

"You can't keep leaving in the middle of practice Chloe..." she calls out, but doesn't follow, you turn your head back to look at her seeing Beca finally looking like a normal sane person;looking like herself, except looking a tiny bit afraid of you.

You look her full in the face, "I'm not leaving... I just feel sick right now, I can't stand being in the same room with you at the moment, excuse me." you say sounding calm, wondering how you managed that when all you wanted to do was punch at something right now,

You can't believe her! What was wrong with her? The guy was constantly making her feel like shit about herself, couldn't she see that?

You don't leave the premises, you go to the parking lot behind the building- away from prying eyes to stew in your misery, blinking back tears of anger and rejection, breathing in slowly, deeply, trying to get the calm to wash over you, trying to still your shaking hands.

You close you eyes tight, resting your forehead against the wall, before you slam your hand hard against the wall, wanting the physical pain to overwhelm the one going on inside...Yeah ouch that worked, okay now your hand hurts too, smart move Beale...

You plug in your earphones into your ipod, randomly swiping, trying to get some good music to distract you from the situation.

Secret Smile by Semisonic, a song you liked to associate with Beca, comes on.

Nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
Nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile
And you use it only for me

So use it and prove it
Remove this whirling sadness
I'm losing, I'm bluesing
But you can save me from madness

You find yourself enjoying the music before remembering yourself, clicking next furiously,

When your dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part

You click next again, and then Someone Like You comes up and it takes everything in you not to hurl the damn Ipod instead you sit down on the ground, but you don't cry you just stay for a while immersed in your own thoughts...several moments pass waiting for something, expecting something to happen-not knowing what exactly...After a while it comes to you, how silly...you were still waiting on her, she wasn't coming to look for you, not this time. You shake your head and get up brushing the dust of your pants...

Just walk it off Beale


You couldn't skip the day of practice, the staging was the most important part, and you'd already missed out on the day prior to that...so you had no choice but to enter the studio for your one-one for the day as scheduled, with another hour added to make up for the one loss.

The studio had never felt so vast before, the trek to the assigned room seemed so arduous a journey, but you get there early to your surprise. What was unexpected was Beca being there early as well, the two of you stare at each other in surprise before you turn away. You don't know how to feel right now, what to do...you take a seat and turn to face the door waiting for the usual people who came in for rehearsals, the musicians, Beca's people.

You were so mad a while ago, but now you're a little bit empty of feeling, of emotion your mind and bodies all numb.

Moments pass with the two of you waiting, complete silence between you and her. Your eyes wander careful not to stray towards the brunette but there were only so many times that you could look at the walls, or at the instruments, without landing on Beca (you'd catch yourself doing it almost against your will, and when you did you would mentally give a yank to your reigns, transferring your blinders to focus your attention elsewhere.)

But then a sound so surprising catches you unaware, Tsu, tsu, tsu. No, it wasn't a train. It was Beca and her cute sneezing, breaking your resolve not to acknowledge anything about her,

"Bless you." you say almost automatically, finally meeting her eyes-disarmed by a sneeze, you called her a hopeless case, you were just pathetic.

"Thanks..." she says, but she's frowning looking confused...unsure how to proceed in this situation.

Then the quiet stretches for an even longer time, but this time you make no attempt to stop yourself from glancing her way, occasionally catching her looking away just as soon as you do.

You shake your head...you couldn't continue like this for the rest of practice,

So like always, you take the first step.

"Hey." you say softly, your voice sounding almost like an exhale. She turns slowly to you, her eyes darting unsure asking an unspoken "who me?" her eyebrow quirking as she points at herself. You almost expect her to turn around to see if there was anyone else you could be calling the attention of,

You nod impatiently,

"Hey?" she says tentatively, and you nod towards her to continue this time."So...um...how are you?" she asks,

"I'm fine..." you sigh, "Thanks for asking." your voice catches in your throat, and she winces...

"Sorry that was a dumb question to ask..."

"It's okay..."

"No really..."

There's a pause again in your simulated conversation...you guess it's your turn to start, but Beca beats you to it...

"I got your note."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You know I'm the one that's sorry if- I dunno, led you to believe that I, I'm sorry I kept it from you...Jesse and I our situation, it's very hard to explain. It's just how we are...we do this, over and over again and still it's the only lasting relationship that I know..."

You nod along, deep in your heart you knew that, you knew that's how she felt, how it had to be.

"Chloe I'm really really sorry" you look up, and meet her eyes and her face-for the life of you-you can't figure out why you can see your pain and anguish reflected back at you. "Please don't be mad at me...please..."

You exhale long and hard before shaking your head..."Don't you see how unfair it is," you say,

She closes her mouth, looking away- looking defeated, before you continue. "-How I can't stay mad at you..."

She looks at you again looking hopeful, you don't know how you can still manage the smile amidst it all but you do and so does she,

Then as if on cue that's when everyone comes filling in.


Funny how the song that you had chosen, a long time ago actually (you and Beca had poured over several of your music choices and carefully chosen songs that would highlight your strengths) for live rounds actually fit the shitty situation perfectly but you weren't sure where it applied to anymore, yourself and Beca or her and Jesse. Well it really sucked whichever way...

The two of you tried your best to act like everything was normal, she'd call you up occasionally but your talks don't last too long. It doesn't quite feel the same, no longer carrying the same comfort-plus, you didn't really feel enthusiastic talking whenever you'd hear Jesse's voice in the background.

The week seemed to go by so slowly;The Live show had been moved to a Thursday with Friday being the result night and it was only Tuesday.

You walk around feeling like you had this bruise located someplace hidden...for some moments you'd forget about it, you'd seem perfectly well, almost normal... but then you would come across it by accident, and it would remind you again freshly of the pain...

You had to put aside everything though, move on from it faster than you would have to normally in a normal situation, so you could focus on the competition.


You remember how you used to love bumping into Beca occasionally, how you used to find every reason to, but now you avoid her like the plague whenever you didn't have to see her for rehearsals, knowing that wherever she went Jesse followed.

Silly how when you actually didn't want to see someone they ended up turning up more often than you liked.

This time you went searching for Beca knowing she had some free time (you had been wanting to run one of the song numbers by her, your part in the group performance for Friday) you're crossing your fingers hoping you'd get her alone this time... but no such luck...

You overhear a conversation you'd much rather you hadn't. Firstly you hear shouting, at once you recognize the voices, Beca's and Jesse's...

You wonder why the universe hated you...you always seemed to catch them, sometimes-you wonder idly-if they planned it, stationing themselves nearby within hearing distance knowing you'd be the one to come across them.

"What's wrong Jesse?" Seriously a fight already...theirs was a whole new level of a rocky relationship. Who knows maybe they're heading for another break-up...yeah, only for Beca to forgive again right after. You really can't bring yourself to feel hopeful anymore...you back away and start walking in the opposite direction...

"You know what's wrong, this thing you have going on with Chloe." Wait, you again. Were they really running out of conversation topics but you do stay, curious to hear what Jesse will say, what he'll reveal.

"C'mon, she's fine. I thought you liked her for me, I mean I never had many girlfriends before. You told me it was okay."

Yeah you did remember him giving the go signal to the whole let's-be-friends thing once upon a time, but you guess that was before he figured out that you were in love with his girl.

"Dude how can you believe me when I say it's okay? You're always with her, all those times we had to discuss the urgent, important matters you weren't there or you were distracted... She's the reason isn't she?"

You find yourself edging closer till you can actually see the people that are talking, but you still maintain some distance...

"Seriously? Chloe is harmless. I don't know what else you want, Jess. I've apologized to you countless number of times. Sorry if you feel I've been neglecting you."

"Understatement of the year."

"Don't tell me... You're jealous." she says, tiredly.

"And what if I am?"

"You have no reason to be, she's just a girl. Chloe's part of my team and I really feel like she can take it all the way to the end. I need to keep working with her."

It's hard not to take offense. You can't help feeling a little betrayed at that, so you were just some girl to her then...

For some reason you can't help thinking that if you were to ask her about it (and of course you wouldn't) she'd probably say something along the lines of I was just trying to reassure Jesse, you really wanna give her the benefit of the doubt but you don't know how else to take her words, it's hard to trust her-to trust someone who would say just about anything...

You're wondering how many times had she done that- said something just to reassure you.

"I know, it's just that…"

"Oh come here you goofball." She stands on her tippy toes, just to reach around his neck and bring him into a hug. You see Jesse look your way, but you think you managed to duck behind the wall stealthily.

But you can't help it you peek form behind your hiding place and you see Jesse is looking your way but his attention quickly goes to Beca when he pulls her into a kiss. You watch until she moves her hands to his chest and by then you can't take any more. You silently slip away, you don't want it to interrupt their moment, but it seems you didn't do it as quietly as you thought. You hear footsteps, running which stops right behind you.

"Chloe, did you need something from me?" Beca says, sounding out of breath.

"No, yes but never mind."

"Hey, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost...did you see or hear anything?"

"I wanted to…ask if you were free maybe now or tonight, for me to run by my part in one of the group numbers...the one I'll be performing with Luke, Kori, and Fat Amy."

"Which one's that again?"

"Locked out of Heaven, so are you?" You see Jesse turn up behind her catching the end of your question. You change track really quickly-"But it's okay you're probably busy…I'll call you maybe tomorrow?"

Beca opens her mouth to answer but Jesse speaks ahead of her,

"No not tomorrow either Becks will be taking a vacation from all things The Voice related."

"I will?" Beca frowns confusion evident in her features.

"Yes, remember Hon…I booked something for us for tonight until Wednesday?" he says smiling, it does nothing to smoothen out the creases that have appeared on Beca's face, in fact it seems to add a couple more between her brows.

"Is that wise cutting so close to Thursday?"

"Why do you think I was working them so hard. They're more than ready...What do you feel like your girls won't be able to bring it without you there?" his tone turns challenging almost egging her on towards the end,

"No, I've got the three strongest girls in the competition." she says, holding up her hand almost like an oh please.

"Exactly and the uh the miniscule details that need fixing-" Here he glaces at you, "You can rely on your second in command can't you? "

You're lookng between the two of them, Jesse's looking at Beca, Beca's looking at him, then she looks at you;There seemed to be lot of silent communication going on...

"Okay remind me again where this is?"

"Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you," he says with his usual smile but there's something about how he says it.

She smiles thinly back at him,

"Okay. Sorry Chloe apparently I already have plans…"

"Yes we do," Jesse says to Beca, but he's looking at you from the corner of his eye "Beca has been going through something lately and I'm taking her somewhere relaxing to get her mind of it…get things of her head…get it out of her - hopefully for good."

"Sounds….relaxing. I'm sure the both of you will have fun."

"We will," he says jovially, while Beca remains bemused, staring Jesse down with a frown etched on her face. But then, she's all smiles when she does turn to you.

"Yeah, I'll see you first thing Thursday and you can call me whenever you need anything." She reaches her hand to yours. You think it was supposed to be a handshake but the two of you hold on several seconds longer than was necessary neither of you let go.

"But Beca the purpose of this whole getaway is to get away…I don't want you to be bothered with anything work related-"

"Chloe's not a bother," she says to Jesse and then addresses you, "you won't be a bother Chloe."

She finally glances at your hand she squeezes it then mock sighs as she slowly lets go. Even when she has done so, her hand remains outstretched even as you both move further away from each other.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow….I'll come back to you, wait for me," her voice straight out mimicking Shakespearian play Victorian era.

"Always until the end" you say in the same tone following her lead, she smiles brightly. Jesse looks less than amused.

"We're such dorks..."

"Yeah you seem to inspire that part in me..." the both of you chuckle at that- It's a stab of nostalgia for when things felt much simpler.

"You coming Babe?" Jesse asks,

She playfully rolls her eyes, Beca and you exchange last smiles, before you both heave a sigh and start to walk away from the other,

Until the end Did you mean what you said. You were joking, of course but was it really just half-meant, Could you really keep waiting for her?

"Let's go then, lover boy, "she says throwing an arm around his waist still laughing, pulling Jesse along. She's relaxed, she seems happy, carefree. You're glad that you can still somewhat bring out that part in her. She takes one last glance at you her eyes sparkling,

Of course you still meant it, meant it with everything in you. Oh you were in such deep shit.

"Chloe wait a minute " Beca calls to you trying to get your attention, breaking you out of your haze, "You know what I'll try to squeeze in some time for you before we have to leave," she glances back at Jesse "We can do that can't we?"

"We'll see" he says, smiling humoring her...The two of them do leave and this time Jesse's the one staring-more like glaring after you.


Try not to hate. me..I know the anticipation must be killing you all by now...but hang in there. Two more chaps, r one looong chap to go until everything will explode (in a good way). Reviews are always appreciated, they kick me into gear whenever I hit a snag in my writing so never hesitate to do so...