Chapter 13: Best Friends

Beca just stood there, frozen in her place as Chicago's words replayed in her mind. "I, uh, I…" The brunette started, not knowing what to say. She didn't want to lie to her best friend, but she also didn't want to hurt him by telling him the truth. "Chicago, I-" Beca started a second time but stopped herself again. "I have to get back to work. Can we talk about this later?"

"Why don't you answer my question and then go back to working? It's a yes or no question. It won't take that long for you to answer," Chicago said, crossing his arms and looking at Beca expectantly. "Is Chloe the mystery girl? Just say yes or no."

Beca looked down as tears welled up in her eyes. She needed to get out of this conversation as fast as she could. The girl looked back up and made eye contact with Chicago before closing her eyes, nodding her head slowly. "Yes," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Once she got that word out, she muttered something about having to get back to work and then ran into the inventory room, closing the door behind her.

Chicago stood there speechless for a few moments before turning around and walking towards the doors, still processing what had just happened. He had kinda figured out what Beca's answer was going to be because of her reaction to his question, but he was still shocked when the brunette confirmed that Chloe was the mystery girl. He walked out of the store to his car, leaning against it and running his fingers through his hair. Well, this makes things a lot more complicated now, doesn't it? He thought to himself with a sigh.

Meanwhile, tears were falling down Beca's face as she stood there in the inventory room. She had just told her best friend that she had feelings for his girlfriend, and he probably hated her now because of it. There was no way she would be able to face Chicago now; she might as well drop out, go to LA, and change her name. Honestly, Beca couldn't blame Chicago if he did hate her. He was happy with Chloe, and Beca was trying to ruin that. The brunette sighed and slowly slid down the wall to sit on the floor, closing her eyes and letting more tears fall.

Once her shift was over, Beca went home and was immediately greeted by the twins, who wanted Beca to make good on her promise to play soccer with them. As they began to play, Beca did her best to keep her emotions in check, even though it was hard for her not to cry after everything that happened. Surprisingly, she managed to put on a good face while playing with Henry and Hailee in the backyard.

The three of them played together for an hour or so before going inside after dinner. Beca was silent during their meal, certain that she would burst into tears if she even tried to speak. After dinner, Beca did the dishes and then went upstairs to her room, collapsing on her bed as soon as she got inside. Why doesn't anything good ever happen to me? Beca thought to herself, looking up at the ceiling. What did I ever do to deserve this?

The following Monday, Beca avoided Chicago and everyone but Benji and Jesse at school. She couldn't face her best friend after the events of that weekend, and she figured that he didn't want to see her either based on the fact that he hadn't talked to her since. Beca hoped that once Thanksgiving was over, Chicago would completely forget about Beca being in love with Chloe, and that they could start over. Deep down, the brunette knew that this hope was unreasonable, but that didn't stop her from hoping.

Thanksgiving came and went, Beca still not hearing anything from Chicago. She knew that stressing over it wouldn't do any good, so she did the best she could to let it go and not think about it. Instead, Beca focused on writing songs for Trio and getting in shape, since basketball tryouts were going to be held a few days after Thanksgiving break ended.

It was the day that the students at Hartford High returned to school from break, and Beca made sure to avoid Chicago like she had been before break. The brunette made sure that she went in the school doors on the opposite side from where Chicago went in so that they didn't risk bumping into each other. Once she got inside the school, she hurried to her locker and then her first class, not stopping to talk to anyone on her way.

While Beca was at her locker, Chicago was at his locker that was across the hall from hers. Chloe talking to him about something when Chicago turned and saw Beca hurry off towards their first class. The boy just shook his head and then continued to get the books he needed. Chloe noticed this and she thought to speak up. "What was that shake of the head for? Are you okay?" She asked.

"What? Me? Yeah, I'm fine," Chicago said, grabbing his last textbook and then closing the door of his locker. "You should ask Beca if she's okay," he muttered under his breath a few moments later.

"Why me? Why don't you ask her?" Chloe asked curiously, leaning against the lockers. "She is your best friend."

"Yeah, she's a great best friend alright," Chicago said sarcastically, turning and starting to walk down the hall the opposite way that Beca had gone.

Chloe chuckled and shook her head before speaking again. "Maybe I should ask if your okay, Chic," She stated, catching up to him before stopping in front of him. "What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on. I'm fine," Chicago insisted, starting to become a little irritated. "Why are you suddenly asking all these questions?"

"Because you're my boyfriend, and I worry about you," Chloe said, turning her head and crossing her arms. "Just know that if something is wrong, you can tell me, okay?" She said, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her forehead to his. Suddenly, he pulled away from her embrace, which surprised Chloe because he never did that.

"I've got to get to class and so do you," Chicago said before walking around Chloe leaving her there, dumbstruck.

"What the hell is going on?" Chloe muttered to herself as she watched her boyfriend turn down into another hallway.

Chicago's odd behavior was all that occupied the redhead's mind, and she found it difficult to concentrate in her morning classes. She decided to bring it up with him at lunch to see if he could shed light on the situation. When Chloe sat down at their lunch table, she noticed that Chicago didn't acknowledge her and continued eating his food. "Hey, Chic. How have your classes been so far today?" She asked to start the conversation.

"Fine," Chicago said, continuing to eat his sandwich. "How about you?" He asked in a monotone voice.

"They've been good. I printed out my Juilliard application this morning during study hall," Chloe replied with a smile. "Once I fill it out and send it in, I'll hear back from them in a month to see if I'm a finalist. If I'm a finalist, I'll audition in front of a judge to see if I get in. "

"Cool," Chicago said simply, swallowing a bite of his sandwich and then taking a sip of soda. He didn't say anything else after that, which made Chloe furrow her eyebrows.

The redhead took a bite of her sandwich and then tried to think of something else to say. "So, Stacie is having a birthday party on Saturday with everyone. She wants us to come, are you free?"

"I don't know. I'll have to find out," Chicago said, finishing his sandwich. He took another sip of soda and then stood up, walking away from the lunch table to throw his trash in the garbage can.

"What's going on?" Chloe asked in a calm voice as Chicago came to sit back down. "I'm not upset, you just don't seem like your usual self," She said, linking her hand in his. "Talk to me, babe."

"Nothing's wrong, Chloe," Chicago said, pulling his hand away and running his fingers through his hair with an exasperated sigh. "Why do you keep on insisting that something's wrong? I'm fine."

"Would you like me to give you the list?" Chloe asked, sitting back and crossing her arms. "You didn't give me hello kiss and hug this morning, you've been avoiding Beca, your best friend all day. Also you've barely return my calls over the last week, and you could've at least humored me and acted excited for my possible Juilliard audition," She stated, taking a sip of her water. "God forbid I ask if my boyfriend is doing alright," She said before turning to eat her lunch.

"I'm just in a bad mood, okay? I don't understand why you're attacking me like this. I just don't feel like talking right now, in case you haven't gotten that through your head," Chicago snapped back. "Yeah, I'm excited about your audition, but I've got a lot of other things on my mind right now."

"Fine. I won't bother you anymore," Chloe said, shaking her head and grabbing her lunch bag. "I'm sorry for trying to help you. If you decide that you want to talk, I'll be in the music room after school watching Trio practice," She then got up and started to walk away.

Chicago shook his head as Chloe walked away, then took his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through Instagram. Great, now Chloe's mad at me. I didn't even do anything wrong. I'm just in a bad mood and need some space right now. She needs to respect that, the boy thought to himself. His stomach did turn a little when Chloe said that she would be going to watch Trio's rehearsal after school, but he pushed it away and went on with the rest of his day.

After school, Aubrey and Chloe were sitting in the music room as Trio practiced one of their songs. Chloe smiled as she watched the group perform, humming along as they played a new song they were working on.

"Paradise"- Coldplay

"When she was just a girl,

She expected the world.

But it flew away from her reach

So she ran away in her sleep."

Beca smiled at the two girls, particularly Chloe, as she sang. She couldn't help but feel guilty whenever she made eye contact with the redhead, as she knew Chicago wouldn't be happy to know that they were hanging out together.

"And she dreamed of para-para-paradise,

Para-para-paradise,

Para-para-paradise

Every time she closed her eyes."

As Beca sang those lyrics and played her guitar, she heard the sound of footsteps nearing the music room. The brunette looked towards the door, her heart dropping through the floor when she saw Chicago outside the classroom. She stopped playing, looking down and turning away as tears started welling up in her eyes.

When Beca stopped playing, Jesse and Benji stopped as well. Everyone looked around at each other, not sure what was going on. "Beca, what's wrong? Why did you stop playing?" Jesse asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing. I'm fine," Beca said, clearing her throat. "Everyone take five and we'll continue after that," The brunette then set her guitar down and walked over to the back door of the room, which led outside to a small cluster of trees. Beca walked over to the trees and sat down, leaning her back against one of the tree trunks. She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing that she had never told Chicago that Chloe was the mystery girl. If she hadn't, he wouldn't hate her now, and everything would be the way it used to.

Back in the music room, Chloe looked and saw Chicago standing in the hall through the window. She got up from her seat and went to go talk to him. "Are you ready to talk to me?" Chloe asked, setting her jaw and crossing her arms.

"I don't want you around Beca," Chicago stated firmly

"What? Why not?" Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "She's your best friend. Why don't you want me around her?"

"It's hard to explain," Chicago replied, "and I don't really want to explain it right now. Can you just trust me and stay away from her? It's for your own good."

"And since when is it for you to decide what's good for me?" Chloe shot back. "You're my boyfriend, not my parent. You've been avoiding me for a week, and I deserve an explanation for that. I also deserve to know why you don't want me to hang out with Beca."

"God, do you even listen to me? I said that I didn't want to explain it right now!" Chicago said, raising his voice. "You know what? Forget I even said anything. You're obviously not going to do what I asked," he added, rolling his eyes.

"Chic, you've been neglecting me for the last week," Chloe said, angry tears forming in her eyes. "I called you and you didn't answer. I texted you and got left on 'read.' Did I do something wrong?" The redhead wiped a couple tears from her eyes before continuing. "I love you, and I just want to make sure that you're okay. Is it such a crime for me to worry about you?"

"Did I say it was a crime for you to worry about me? Stop putting words I didn't say in my mouth. I don't want you to worry about me because there's nothing to worry about. I'm fine, Chloe. If anyone has a problem, it's you because you can't and aren't trusting me when I tell you I'm fine," Chicago replied.

Chloe shook her head and looked down as more tears began to fall. "If things were okay, you wouldn't be telling me to stay away from your best friend," she said, sniffling as a silence fell over them after she finished talking. "I'm going to head home. Do me a favor and don't call me tonight. That shouldn't be too hard for you, considering you've been doing it all week," the redhead added a few moments later, turning around and heading for the exit door without saying another word.

By the time the argument was over, everyone had returned from the five minute break and was watching the scene unfold from the music room. After Chloe walked away, Beca dared to look up, looking back down once she saw Chicago glaring at her. "So, uh, let's get back to work. Do you guys wanna pick up where we left off?" Beca asked, turning to Jesse and Benji. Everyone could tell that something was up with Beca but nobody said anything, instead choosing to go along with it. When Beca looked into the hallway before they began practicing again, Chicago was nowhere to be found.

At Chloe's house, the redhead was currently crying into her pillow. When she got home, she instantly went to her room, slamming the door behind her. The redhead had then collapsed on her bed, thoroughly worn out from everything that had happened that day. She didn't understand why Chicago was being so moody, and she just wanted to let her emotions out and forget everything.

Trio's rehearsal ended an hour later, and Beca went home shortly afterwards. After she parked her car in her driveway, the brunette felt a twinge of guilt when she glanced at Chloe's house while getting out of her car. She had heard Chloe and Chicago's argument while she was inside the music room, and she couldn't help but feel like she was the reason for that argument. Because of this, Beca decided that the least she could do was to check in and see if the redhead was okay. She wasn't trying to take Chicago's place; rather, she was trying to atone for her role in the argument. The brunette knew that Chloe probably didn't want to see anyone at the moment, so she took out her phone and called the redhead, hoping that she would answer.

As Chloe cried into her pillow, she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. Without even checking to see who was calling her, the redhead hit the power button on her phone which instantly declined the call. She put her phone back in her pocket and then buried her face back in her pillow, a fresh wave of tears starting to fall down her face.

Beca felt her heart drop a little when she was redirected to Chloe's voicemail. She had figured the redhead wouldn't answer, but she still had a tiny sliver of hope that she would. Once she heard the beep, Beca left a quick message. "Hey Chlo, it's Beca. I just felt like I should check on you. I heard you and Chic arguing, and I just want you to know that I'm here if you need someone to talk to," She then ended the call and laid down on her bed. Beca put her phone in her pocket and stared up at the ceiling, looking at nothing in particular. Within the last month, her life had gone from great to terrible. Everything was fine before she told Chicago her secret, a decision that Beca regretted more than anything. If only you hadn't told Chicago, the girl thought to herself, If you hadn't been stupid enough to tell Chicago, you wouldn't be in this situation.

Chicago lay in his bed that night, trying to fall asleep. He was having trouble for a few different reasons, the biggest one being that the biggest football game of his career was coming up soon. He also had found out his best friend was in in love with his girlfriend. And finally, he and Chloe had their first argument. He thought about texting or calling Chloe, but she had made it very clear she didn't want to talk to him. He then scrolled through his phone and looked at Beca's name. His finger hovered over her name as he debated whether or not to contact her. A few minutes went by and Chicago finally made his decision, clicking on her contact and then on the text symbol. The boy typed up a short message that would get his point across to Beca, reading over it once and then sending it.

Chicago: Stay away from Chloe.

Beca got his text and just sighed before texting back, trying to reason with him. She didn't want to lose her best friend. Once she was done typing it she pressed send and awaited a response.

Beca: We need to talk about this, tomorrow in the music room before school. I'll explain everything.

Almost as soon as she sent the message, Beca's phone buzzed with a reply from Chicago.

Chicago: I don't want your explanation. I just want you to stay away from my girlfriend.

Beca read the text over a couple times, feeling both anger and shock. The brunette stood up and grabbed her car keys, walking out of her house and to her car that was parked in the driveway. She had to talk to Chicago now, because she might lose him for good if she waited any longer.

As soon as she got to Chicago's house, the brunette walked up to the front door and knocked on it. Chicago's father, Leo, opened the door. "Beca," he said with a friendly smile. "It's been awhile since I got to talk to you. How are you?"

"I'm doing great, Mr. Walp," Beca answered with an overly-enthusiastic smile. "Is Chicago home? I'd like to talk to him about his Christmas present for Chloe."

"Yeah, he's upstairs in his room. I'll go tell him that you're here. In the meantime, you can make yourself at home in the living room," Leo replied with a smile, stepping aside so Beca could walk in the house.

"It's cool, I'll wait," Beca said, smiling before sitting down and waiting for Leo to go get his son.

About five minutes later, Leo came back into the living room with Chicago following close behind him. "Alright, here she is. Now you two can talk about Chloe's Christmas present. I imagine you have something big planned?" Leo said to his son.

"Yeah, but it's a secret," Beca said with a nervous laugh before Mr. Walp left the room. Beca then turned to Chicago, thinking of how she was going to approach this. Once she was sure Mr. Walp was out of hearing range, she spoke. "I know I'm the absolute last person you want to be talking to right now, but we need to talk about this."

"Talk about what? How you've been in love with my girlfriend all this time? Is that what you want to talk about?" Chicago grumbled, sitting down at the opposite end of the couch from Beca.

"Yes, it is what we need to talk about," Beca said, turning to face Chicago. "Look Chic, first things first: I need you to know that I have never and will never do anything to try and steal Chloe from you. You're my best friend, and I'm not going to let my feelings for Chloe blind me. I'd never do anything if I knew it would hurt you, you know that."

"And you expect me to believe that?" Chicago asked, chuckling and shaking his head. "I'm not buying it, Beca. You said you'd never do anything if you knew it would hurt me, but you having feelings for my girlfriend does hurt, in case you didn't know that already."

"You think I wanted to have feelings for Chloe?" Beca asked, baffled by his response. "Of all the people I could fall for in this damn world, you think I would choose to fall for my best friends girlfriend? That's not the way feelings work, Chic," She shook her head and then scoffed a laugh.

"All of a sudden you know how feelings work? I find that hard to believe. When was the last time you were in a stable relationship?" Chicago spat. After a few moments, the boy's eyes went wide and although his eyes went wide and a wave of guilt washed over him as he realized what he had just said.

Beca sat there for a moment, giving herself time to calm down and keep the anger boiling inside of her to a minimum. "I had a stable relationship with Olivia until she cheated on me. But you already know that, so let me just cut to the chase. You're my best friend, Chic. Why would I want you to go through the same pain that I did? You were the first person I came out to, the first person who accepted me for who I was. I've never had a better friend than you," She said, looking down for a moment. "I hate myself for feeling the way I do about Chloe every day because our friendship means so much to me. That's why I hid the way I felt for so long. I'm afraid of losing my best friend," She said before a strong silence fell over the two of them.

The silence between the two of them continued to grow, neither person knowing if they should be the first to break the silence. After the silence continued for a while longer, Beca spoke up. "Well, that's all I wanted to tell you. If you don't have anything to say, I'm gonna go home now," the brunette said, turning around and starting to walk towards the door. She put her hand on the doorknob and held it there for a moment, turning back to look at Chicago who sat there with a troubled look on his face. "Good luck at the game tomorrow. I know you'll bring us another state trophy," She said, opening the door and closing it behind her.

Chicago sat there with his thoughts, trying to figure everything out. On one hand, he wanted to be angry with Beca. He had every right to be angry with her for being in love with Chloe, but he couldn't bring himself to get mad at his best friend. The boy sighed and leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes as well. He honestly didn't know what to do.

While she drove home, Beca put on some music to help get her mind off of things. She had either convinced Chicago or she had lost him. The young girl pulled into her driveway and saw Chloe sitting on the bench on her family's front porch. Beca waved at her once she got out of her car. "Hey, you're up late."

"So are you," Chloe said, watching Beca as she locked her car and then came over to her. "Where were you at this time? I'm not surprised that you're up late, I just thought you'd be writing songs or something."

"I actually have been having some trouble with the verses of 'Paradise.'" Beca said, shrugging her shoulders. "I just needed to go for a drive to clear my head," She stated.

Chloe nodded. "Yeah, I can see why you'd need to do that. A lot happened today," the redhead replied, looking down.

"Yeah," Beca said, averting her eyes for a moment. "Speaking of which, are you alright? I heard part of the argument you and Chicago had in the hallway, and I don't know if you got my messag-"

"Yeah, I did get your message, and I really appreciate you thinking of me. I'm sorry for declining your call, by the way. I had a small meltdown and just needed to let out my emotions," Chloe said. "I really do appreciate you thinking of me, though. It means a lot."

"You're my friend, Chlo," Beca stated simply, shrugging her shoulders. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay," She then began to walk towards her house when Chloe spoke up again.

"Beca, wait!" Chloe stood up and started walking down the steps of the porch when Beca turned around to face her. "How are you?" The redhead asked. "You wanted to make sure that I'm okay. Now I want to make sure that you are."

"I've been better," Beca stated honestly with a chuckle. "But I've also been worse," She stood there awkwardly for a short moment until Chloe gestured for her to come and sit next to her. "I just have to ask you one thing, though," Once Chloe nodded, Beca continued. "I'm still your friend right? Even though Chicago doesn't want you anywhere near me?"

"Of course you're still my friend, Beca," Chloe said, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. "Just because Chicago doesn't want us to be friends doesn't mean that we can't be friends. I'm not going to let him dictate my life, and if he has a problem with that, then he should talk to me about it."

"Okay, I just wanted to be sure," Beca said, smiling at Chloe for a moment. She then turned away, looking down at her hands and thinking to herself for a minute or so. "When you first met Chicago, what did you feel?"

"Uh, well, I felt both happy and relieved when I first met him. I had been so scared that I wasn't going to make any friends, and he went out of his way to be nice to me even though I was the new girl. That really meant a lot to me," Chloe replied, a smile forming on her face as she thought of the memory.

"Yeah, he's always been pretty welcoming," Beca said, smiling for a moment. "I'm sorry that I was such a bitch to you when we first met, to be honest I was trying to figure you out. I judged you the moment I saw you instead of getting to know you first, and I'm sorry. I didn't really make a great first impression."

"Yeah, you didn't make a great first impression," Chloe said with a chuckle. "But what's in the past is in the past, and there's no use dwelling on it. I'd say that we've come a long way this year, considering that you almost ran me over on the first day of school," the redhead added, chuckling again.

"Okay, in my defense, your face was in your phone and you weren't looking where you were going," Beca said, chuckling and smiling at Chloe. After a few seconds, the two girls stopped laughing. "Sorry about that, by the way," she stated, averting her eyes playfully.

"I forgive you, Beca," Chloe said before scooting a bit closer to Beca and leaning her head on the brunette's shoulder. She let out a soft yawn and closed her eyes.

Beca smiled for a moment, but then it faded. "Chicago probably doesn't want us this close together," She said sadly, moving away from Chloe a little.

"Why doesn't he want me around you?" She asked. "You're not a serial killer, are you?" She joked.

Beca didn't laugh at Chloe's joke, instead just shaking her head. "He should be the one to tell you why he doesn't want me around you," she answered, looking down and then scooting farther away from Chloe.

The redhead frowned, looking down for a moment before looking back at Beca. "He can't tell me who I can and can't hang out with, Beca. Besides, I want you around,"She said, taking Beca's hand in her own.

The brunette's muscles tensed up when Chloe's fingers linked with her own, and she couldn't help but notice how perfectly they fit together. "I want you around too, Chlo, but I think it's best that we don't spend time together until he tells you why he doesn't want us to hang out. If he saw us right now, he'd kill me where I stand," A silence grew between the two of them, and Beca pulled her hand away from Chloe's before standing up. "I think it would be best if we didn't spend time together," she said, repeating herself from earlier. "I would hate for Chicago to take out his anger towards me on you."

"Beca, please stay," Chloe said, reaching for Beca's hand again. "I can take whatever may come my way."

"That's my point: you shouldn't have to," Beca stated firmly, pulling her hand away again. "I'm still your friend, but I can't be around you for now. I don't want to risk your relationship with Chicago. "

"How could you do that Beca?" Chloe asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Like I said before, that's for him to tell you, not me," Beca said before turning and walking to her house. "Goodnight, Chlo." Chloe watched as Beca went inside her house, sitting there on the steps of her porch before turning around and walking inside her own home.

The next day at school, Chicago walked up to Chloe at her locker and stood there silently for a moment. "Hey," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact with the redhead.

"Hey," Chloe said, not turning to look at him as she grabbed her binder and textbook for her next class. "Do you have something to say, or are you just going to stand there and look at the floor?" She asked.

"Look, I just wanted to say sorry for the way I treated you yesterday," Chicago said, looking at Chloe now. "I acted the way I did because I love you and I don't want to lose you," He stated, reaching for her hand turning her to look at him. "I also want you to know that I take back what I said about you not being able to hang out with Beca. It was stupid of me to say that, and I hate myself for making you cry."

"Yeah, it was stupid of you to say that," Chloe said, closing her locker once she got the things she needed. "But I'm glad that you finally pulled your head out of your ass and realized that it was stupid to say that," she added, looking up into his eyes.

Chicago cringed at Chloe's word choice, but he knew that he deserved it after how he'd acted. "I won't keep you from seeing Beca. I know you two have become good friends."

"Well, Beca won't be around me that often anyways," Chloe stated. "She said it was better for us not to be around each other until you two were on good terms again."

"Why would she say that?" Chicago said, the guilt inside of him building up even more.

"She cares about you, Chic. You're her best friend. She doesn't want to hang out with me until you two are on good terms because she doesn't want to lose you," Chloe said, folding her arms.

Chicago looked away from Chloe again after she finished talking. "Man, I've really been a dick to her, haven't I?" He said, sighing and running his fingers through his hair.

"So, what are you going to do to fix it?" Chloe asked, looking at him and waiting for an answer. "Because she's been miserable for the last two weeks and she doesn't deserve that."

"Uh, I don't know," Chicago replied. "But I'll figure something out," he quickly added after seeing the irritated look on Chloe's face.

"Good," Chloe said, taking a deep breath before tucking her hair back. She then wrapped her arms around Chicago's neck. "I hated fighting with you," she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.

"Me too," Chicago said, smiling and resting his hands on Chloe's hips as their foreheads leaned together. "I don't like fighting with you. I don't want to do that again."

"You know that you can talk to me if something's bothering you, right?" Chloe said, looking into his eyes and smiling softly.

"I know that, and I promise that from now on I'll tell you if anything is bothering me," Chicago said, smiling and gazing into Chloe's eyes. "Also, the same goes from me to you. I'll always be here for you, babe."

"I know, baby," Chloe said, smiling before placing a soft kiss on her boyfriend's lips. "Now, you better get to your first class. I'll see you in third period, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll see you then. Love you," Chicago said, smiling and pecking Chloe's lips one last time before heading off to his first class of the day.

"Love you too, babe," the redhead replied, still smiling. As she watched Chicago walk away, Chloe wondered about whether or not she should tell him that she knew Beca was in love with her. On one hand, Chicago might get mad at me if he finds out that I didn't tell him, but on the other hand he could get mad at Beca again if I tell him. Chloe sighed and started walking to her first class, still debating on what to do in her head.

Will Chloe tell Chicago what she know, or will she keep it a secret. Just so you guys know, we are not planning on having Chicago turn out to be an asshole. That's never been the plan of this story, and it isn't going to be. That being said, sometimes people get angry, upset or scared. And that's how we portrayed Chic for this chapter. Bechloe is still going to be canon and always will be, so we hope you'll stay patient. Because the best is yet to come.

Until Next time.