I don't own pitch perfect

Beca's POV

For what she asks! For what? For what do we love people? Love. Since when you love her? You like her. Yes not love, just like. Yeah.

But you are furious at her. How could she think you would say something like that to get into her pants? Your eyes are tearing up again. You angrily wipe them off. There is no way you are crying over someone. Not outside your favorite club. Out in public. You shake your head and take a deep breath. You have other concerns now. More practical concerns like. How the hell are you going to get back to your place?

You are drunk. But not too drunk. Should you drive? Getting drunk was the last thing you expected this evening. No, you should call someone. Benji was not an option. Jesse… Not really, you don't want Aubrey to know anything and then Chloe. You could get a cab. No.. Finally you end up calling Ashley. And she comes over to pick you after fifteen minutes.

'You okay there.' You nod. You aren't going to have another verbal diarrhea. Telling the truth was what got you here.

'Got carried away a little.' You smile. She chuckles.

'Okay.. Do you want me to drop you off at your place? Or coming over for dinner? Jessica is cooking.'

You really aren't in a mood for a dinner tonight. But spending some time with them would be a distraction. You weren't quite ready for being alone in your apartment yet. Also Jessica was a really good cook. So you agree to stop over at theirs. Your place is only a block away from there. You could walk to your place after dinner.

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'Jessica.. You are the best! ' You say and she Chuckles.

'Yeah.. Yeah Mitchel..'

You grin. Your mood has lifted. A little. The dinner was wonderful. You say good bye to them and walks to your apartment.

In front of the apartment you find Chloe. That can't be true. You rub your eyes. She is still there. What is she doing here? She is pacing up and down. Everyone once in while checking her phone. She hasn't seen you yet.

'Why are you here?' you ask. You startle her so much she clutches her chest with her left hand.

She doesn't answer instead she asks. 'Where the hell have you been?' She is furious. You are thrown off by the outburst.

'I was at Ashley's...' You answer meekly.

She still looks angry. But she doesn't say anything. Instead she takes her phone and calls someone.

'Hey Jesse.. Yeah she is here. She is fine. She was at Ashley's. Yeah.. I'll call you later.'

'Why didn't you pick my call? I was worried..' Chloe begins.

And now you are angry. Who does she think she is? Coming here asking questions after what she had said at the club, just when you had poured out your heart for her. (not really poured out.. Still you had said you love.. like her)

'For what.' You counter with her own words.

Chloe is silent. Does she look guilty?

'I'm sorry.. Bec I..' she trails off.

'You what Chloe? You thought I was trying to get in to your pants? Really? That is how you think of me? '

You look away.

'No.. I..'

'You know what.. Save it.. I don't want to hear it.'

'Beca please..'

'What Chloe? What do you want to know? Why do I love you? Well I don't have an answer for that. I just do. It is in the small things about you. It is about who you are. And it has nothing to do with me wanting to get into your pants.'

She stands there looking stunned. Alcohol had loosened your tongue. And you are only catching up with the things you are saying. Did you just say love? Fuck!

You walk past her and try to open the door. As you try to avoid her eyes. And for some reason the annoying door won't budge.

'Here.. Let me do it.' You hear her say.

'I don't need your help. I'm not that drunk.' You say.

'I know.. Just let me help you. Please.. I know you don't need it. But I really do want to help.'

You give the keys not wanting to fight. Not wanting eye contact.

And she opens the door and you both get inside. You wait, not quite sure what to do next.