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Chapter 4
Chloe's POV
It's been 20 minutes already, and she still hasn't come out of the bathroom. I can hear her crying, and it's ripping my heart out. This is your fault, a part of my brain whispers at me. You snapped at her. I feel a sharp pain in my wrist, and I realize that I'm digging my nails into my skin. I quickly release myself, then sit on my legs so I can't do any more damage to myself. I finally hear the door open, and I sit up, anticipating Beca to look mad, and to tell me to fuck off or whatever. Her reaction surprises me. She looks… guilty. Almost as if she's hiding something… and it immediately makes me suspicious.
"What did you do?" I ask without thinking, and her eyes never meet mine as she mumbles something incoherent. "Beca. What. Did. You. Do?" I ask again, putting emphasis in each word.
"I didn't do anything." She replies, slowly walking over to sit next to me. I study her face, looking for the signs of smoking- bloodshot eyes, hardened face, blank expression. Her eyes are red, but it's obviously from crying. I lean back and try to smile at her, apologetic.
"Sorry. You just looked so… guilty. Or something. Is there something I don't know?" I can't help but ask. She just puts her head in her hands.
"I just feel so bad, like it's not only my life I ruined or something. I don't know." She looks up at me with true heartbreak in her eyes, and it kills me.
"Well, you didn't," I try to comfort her, but she just shakes her head.
"Is it ok if I go to bed? I'm just really tired." I nod, and she gives me a grateful smile. "Thanks." She gets up and walks into my room, closing the door behind her. Once I hear the bed squeak, I quietly sneak out into the hall and dial Aubrey's number.
"Hey Chloe, what's up?" She responds on the second ring, and I sigh.
"I did it." I whisper, and she gasps.
"You fell for her again?"
"Yes. Actually, no. I don't think I ever truly got over her in the first place."
"Honestly, I didn't think you did either. I just didn't want to tell you, in case, well… I know it hurts." This makes me laugh a little.
"Have you told Stacie yet?"
"Oh God no! Are you insane?" I laugh even harder, and she laughs a little as well.
"No- well, yeah, kind of. I'm gonna go to bed, but I just wanted you to know where I'm at with the Beca thing."
"Alright girl, sweet dreams."
"Thanks Bree. Goodnight." I hang up and go back inside, stopping in the living room. Do I sleep on the couch, or in my room? With Beca, at that? I remember that we've slept together before- sexually and non-sexually- so it won't be weird. I hesitate in the doorway, unsure whether or not she's awake, until she looks up at me.
"You gonna stand there, or come to sleep?" She sounds tired.
"I'm coming." I get in on the other side of the bed and crawl under the covers, and Beca turns to face me.
"I'm sorry I've been such a terrible friend this past year, Chlo." Her voice breaks, and I sigh, trying to hide the heartbreak it causes me.
"You're not a terrible friend, Becs. Things happen." I say, and my phone rings. "It's Theo" I say when she looks at me quizzically.
"Put it on speaker." Is all she says.
"Hello?" I answer, then put the phone on speaker.
"Hey Chloe, is Beca there?" He asks, and Beca shakes her head at me.
"No, why?"
"I don't want her to hear this, that's why. Where is she?" She shoots me a confused look, and I return it, equally baffled.
"She's sleeping on the couch. What's going on?" Despite what he said, I don't take it off speaker.
"You can't tell her I told you this. She'd kill me." I look over at Beca, and she looks… almost scared.
"What is it, Theo?" I ask impatiently, and he sighs.
"I found her journal in the trash. I read it, and I think there's something you need to know." Beca's eyes widen, and she freezes.
"What?" I can't help but ask, my eyes making contact with hers. 'I'm sorry', she mouths at me.
"Chloe… she's in love with you."