Chapter 19: Wake Up Call
"Shit!" Allison cursed as she came down from her high. Her chest was heaving and her skin had a thin layer of sweat sticking to it. "Fuck, Beca. You certainly know what you're doing," she said, chuckling breathlessly as Beca came out from under the covers of Allison's bed and lay next to the girl, covering her body with the blanket.
"So I've been told," Beca said, smirking and tucking her hair back. "You're pretty damn good yourself."
Allison closed her eyes and sighed with content. "This never gets old," the blonde murmured, rolling onto her side so she was facing Beca.
"I have to agree. This has gotten better each time," Beca said, smacking her lips together and running her tongue over them. "You taste really good, by the way. Like, really really good. I don't think I've enjoyed going down on anyone more," she said, turning to face Allison and smirking at her.
"I'm glad that I taste good," Allison said, smiling and gazing into Beca's eyes. "You're so good, Beca. I don't understand how you're so good. Nobody else that I've had sex with is anywhere near as good as you are."
"Thanks," Beca said, smiling and shrugging her shoulders. "I guess I kinda know what girls enjoy because I'm a girl and I've slept with a lot of girls." The brunette then tucked her hair back. "When did you lose your virginity? And who was it to?"
"I was sixteen when I lost my virginity, so it wasn't that long ago. I lost it to this random girl that I met at a party," Allison answered. "I haven't seen her since that party, but I'm not hung up on her, so that's good."
"I lost it on my fifteenth birthday to Olivia, my ex-girlfriend. I honestly wish that I had saved myself for someone who was faithful to me. Not even six months later, I caught her fucking some guy when she had said she was 'sick.' I went to her house to give her some soup and that's when I caught her. I'd never been more humiliated in my life," Beca said, chuckling and shaking her head. "I'm way over it though, I have been for awhile now."
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that, Becs. That must have been awful," Allison said, taking one of Beca's hands in her own and squeezing it gently.
"Honestly, I'm completely over what happened between Olivia and I. It's ancient history," Beca said with a genuine tone before running her hand along Allison's bare curves. "You up for another round?"
"I'm up for another round if you are," Allison replied, smirking at the brunette laying beside her and biting her lip.
Beca sat up and then started running her fingers up and down the blonde girl's inner thigh. "How much time do we have before your parents are home?" She asked, leaning in and kissing down Allison's front, sucking softly on her breasts before continuing to go south.
"We probably have another hour or so before they get home, maybe even two," Allison murmured, closing her eyes and pushing Beca's head down closer to her skin.
"Perfect," Beca mumbled against Allison's skin before spreading the blonde's legs using her arms that were strong from basketball. A smirk tugged at her lips when Allison moaned as Beca kissed down her abs, licking back up her stomach and chest a couple times.
"Fuck, Beca," Allison groaned, biting down on her lip and trying not to moan. The brunette was making this very hard, however, and she made a trail of hickeys across the blonde's stomach, starting on one side and moving to the other without leaving an inch of skin untouched.
"That's what I like to hear," Beca whispered, moving down to kiss up and down her thighs while her hands paid attention to Allison's breasts. "Moan for me, Ali."
Allison couldn't resist it any longer and a soft moan fell from her lips. The blonde moaned again a few moments later, this time saying Beca's name as she did so. "Fucking hell, Becs," she whimpered softly, leaning her head back against the pillows of her bed.
"You're really fucking hot when you moan and swear at the same time, did you know that?" Beca said, now sucking on the girl's inner thighs.
"Actually, I didn't know that. Nobody's ever told me that before," Allison mentioned, moaning louder as she watched Beca's lips go lower.
About an hour or so later, Beca was pulling into the driveway of her home. Chloe saw her from the front window and then went outside to greet her. "Hey, Beca!" She called out, smiling and waving as the brunette as she got out of her car.
Beca turned her head and smiled when she saw Chloe waving at her. "Hey, Chlo," she said, waving back at the redhead. "What's up?" She asked.
"Nothing, really. I just saw you pull up and I wanted to say hi," Chloe said with a nervous chuckle, mentally facepalming herself. "Umm, how's your day been?" The redhead asked as the brunette walked over to her.
"My day's been pretty good. How has your day been?" Beca replied, walking over to Chloe and then sitting down with her on the front steps of her porch.
"It's been alright, I guess," Chloe said, pausing to take a deep breath before speaking again. "I got my Juilliard letter today, but I'm too scared to open it." A little over a month had passed since Chloe had auditioned for Juilliard, and she had been anxiously awaiting her letter from them, hoping that she had gotten in. "They only accept thirty students every year out of nearly ten thousand applicants."
"Wow. You'd think that they'd accept at least a hundred people considering how many people applied. No wonder Juilliard is one of the hardest schools to get into," Beca said, chuckling in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Chloe smiled softly at Beca's words. "I was actually waiting for you to get home because I wanted a close friend to be here when I opened it," she said, taking another deep breath. "Will you come inside and open it with me? Having you there will calm my nerves a little."
"Yeah, of course," Beca said, standing up and following Chloe to the door. "But why me? Why not have Chicago here with you when you open the letter?" The brunette asked curiously.
"You were the one who helped me prepare for this and you were there to support me at the audition," Chloe said, opening the door and then walking inside her house. "It wouldn't feel right to open it without you."
Beca closed the door behind them and walked with Chloe into the dining room, where the letter was sitting on the table. There was a moment of silence between the two as they both looked at the letter. Then, Beca turned to Chloe and said with a chuckle, "Well, are you gonna open it?"
Chloe sat there for a moment, taking deep breaths over and over again to calm herself. "This is it, Beca. This is one of those crossroad moments in life. This letter will determine whether I go left or right, you know? It's my entire future," she said, trying to stay calm. "I'm scared shitless right now, Becs."
"And you have every right to be, Chlo. This is a big moment," Beca said, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder. "But prolonging it any longer won't do any good. You might as well just open the letter now and get it over with," she added.
As much as she wanted to argue, Chloe knew that Beca was right. Putting it off wouldn't make things easier. It was time to find out what her future was. Chloe took a deep breath and then picked the envelope off of the table before opening it up. She then took out the letter with her hands shaking, scared to see what was on the other side of it. Her heart was racing, but having Beca there was keeping it from beating out of her chest.
Chloe then unfolded the letter and began to read it silently. Tears began to form in her eyes and her hands began to shake due to overwhelming emotions. Then, after a deep breath, she said the three words that she had always dreamed of saying: "I got in."
"Wait, what?" Beca blinked a couple times, not sure if she had heard Chloe correctly. "You got in?" The brunette asked, a smile spreading across her face as she said those words.
The redhead nodded, feeling tears of joy begin to stream down her cheek. "I got in. They're giving me a full ride scholarship too," Chloe said, covering her mouth and crying happily.
Beca's smile grew even wider and she hugged Chloe tightly, feeling tears of joy prick at her eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Chlo. I'm so, so proud. Nobody deserves this more than you do." She then picked the redhead and swung her around in her arms, making the girl smile and giggle.
"I don't even know how to respond to this," Chloe said as Beca twirled her around. When Beca set her back on the ground, Chloe reread the letter, her smile growing wider and more tears falling. She then saw that the brunette had tears in her eyes as well. "Are you crying?" The redhead asked, chuckling as a couple more tears fell down her cheeks.
"Me? Crying? No way," Beca said, chuckling along with Chloe. "Badasses like me never cry. I will admit that I have tears in my eyes, but I'm not crying."
Chloe couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the letter and then back at Beca. "I got in, Beca. I'm going to New York City. I'm going to Juilliard," Chloe said with a smile, letting everything sink in as she spoke.
"I'm so happy for you, Chlo. You're going to New York City and you're going to live out your dream of attending Juilliard," Beca said, smiling back at Chloe.
The two girls then went into Chloe's kitchen, leaning back against the counter while standing next to each other. The redhead wrapped her arms around the brunette, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder and her face in the crook of her neck. Chloe didn't care that she could smell Allison's perfume on Beca's skin; all she cared about at the moment was being in Beca's arms.
Beca smiled softly and leaned her head against Chloe's. "I really am happy for you," the brunette whispered quietly, turning her head so she could look into the redhead's eyes. "You're going to do big things, Chloe. I just know it."
Chloe wanted to lean in and kiss Beca after she said that, but she held herself back. For a moment, the two girls just looked into each other's eyes, nothing else occupying their minds. Midnight sky gazed down upon crystal blue oasis. "So will you, Beca. You're going to change the world with your music."
The smile on Beca's face faltered a little when Chloe said those words. "I wouldn't bank on that," she said softly, looking away from the redhead and sighing softly.
"What do you mean by that?" Chloe said, furrowing her eyebrows. "Beca, you're the most talented person I know."
"Just because I can sing and play a few instruments doesn't mean I'm gonna make it in LA," Beca said, still avoiding eye contact with Chloe.
"Beca, do you realize how many people listen to your songs? Your band isn't just local anymore. At Christmas, I burned a couple copies of the CD's you gave me so my family could hear the songs you wrote," Chloe said, trying to get Beca to look at her. "Beca, they loved it. Your music speaks to people. It's some of the best music I've ever heard in my entire life, and it needs to be heard by the rest of the world. I have no doubt in my mind that you will make it in LA," she stated confidently, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Whenever I'm having a rough day, I put my headphones on and listen to your songs, and I guarantee that our friends do that too. Beca, you are without a doubt the most gifted person I know, and I know that one day I'll be watching you win Grammys. And when that day comes, I'll be able to say: 'Hey, that's my best friend up there.'"
There was a moment of silence between the two of them, the only noise being the sound of their breathing. "Don't ever try to sell yourself short of what you really deserve," Chloe said, finally smiling when Beca looked into her eyes.
Beca smiled softly at Chloe's words. "Thanks," she said shyly, feeling her cheeks start to heat up a little. "I just...I really hope that I make it in LA. I've been working for this my whole life, and I don't know what I'll do if my work doesn't pay off."
"It will, Beca," Chloe said as soon as the brunette stopped talking. "I know your work will pay off. You just have to believe in yourself like everyone else does. Jesse does, Benji does, Chicago does, your mother does. Somewhere deep down, your father does too." She then paused and looked down for a moment, hiding her blush as she leaned her back against the kitchen counter. She put her hands on the countertop before she spoke again. "I believe in you."
Beca's smile grew at Chloe's last sentence, and she looked down so that the redhead didn't see that she was blushing even more now. "Thanks," she said in the same shy voice she had used before. "I'm not trying to be a Debbie Downer or anything. It's just that I don't want to fail at my dream. I don't want to fail and give my dad the perfect opportunity to lecture me on how he was right and I was wrong."
Chloe then sat down in one of the kitchen stools, Beca sitting down in the one next to her. "Don't be afraid to take a shot, Beca," Chloe stated, reaching forward and taking Beca's hand. "Broken dreams aren't the ones that break us; the dreams we didn't dare to dream are. You can make it, Beca. If only you could see yourself the way I see you."
Beca raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" She asked curiously. "How do you see me?"
"I told you, Beca. You're the most talented person I know, and I look up to you," Chloe said genuinely, a kind look in her eyes. "You've managed to juggle school, work, and taking care of Henry and Hailee while still managing to be the star of the basketball team. You also can't forget the fact that you write incredible music on top of of all of that, and you've managed to have a social life as well," Chloe said, taking a breath after she finished her little speech. "Like I said, you're the most talented person that I know."
"I guess I do actually do a lot, huh?" Beca said with a chuckle. "I didn't realize how many things I actually do until you said that. And while juggling everything is hard sometimes, I wouldn't change my life for anything in the world."
Chloe smiled and then tucked her hair back behind her ear, leaning back in her stool. "Yeah, you have a pretty good life," Chloe said, sighing softly so Beca wouldn't notice. The redhead had tried staying away from Beca like Aubrey had advised her to do, but not being around the brunette only made her more miserable. Chloe decided that she would try to hide her feelings and not act on them, even though she knew it would be very difficult. "I know you can make it in LA, Beca. I can feel it in my bones."
"Thank you for believing in me, Chlo. It really means a lot," Beca said, gazing into the redhead's eyes. "Your support helps me believe in myself, and I'm really grateful for that."
"What are friends for if not to support you and your dreams?" Chloe asked, noticing the way Beca was looking at her. She slowly lifted her head and looked into Beca's eyes, getting lost in them for what seemed like the thousandth time. The redhead noticed Beca's gaze flicker down to her lips and then back up to her eyes a couple of times, and she couldn't help but do the same.
Beca continued to gaze into Chloe's eyes, looking down at the redhead's lips every so often. "Yeah, you're right," the brunette whispered softly, still gazing into Chloe's eyes as she spoke.
Chloe blushed for a moment, and looked away from Beca for a moment so she wouldn't notice. Something that did surprise her though was when she felt Beca's hand turn her head so they were facing each other again. Just one touch from Beca, and Chloe's heart was racing.
The two girls made eye contact once again, and Beca felt herself start to lean forward. She stopped herself once she realized what she was doing, but she couldn't help but start to lean forward again and close the distance between them.
As this was happening, Chloe knew what she was about to do was completely off limits. This didn't stop her from doing the same as Beca, so she started to close her half of the gap. She felt her heart skip a beat when she felt Beca's hand on her waist while the other rested on her right cheek.
Beca looked up from Chloe's lips to her eyes and froze when she saw that the redhead was leaning in too. Is she really leaning in? She can't be leaning in. Why would she be doing that? Beca thought in her head.
Their lips were less an inch apart when the front door opened, making them jump apart from each other. "Chloe, I'm home! Can you come and help me with the groceries?" The redhead's mother called out.
"Yeah, Mom. Let me get some shoes on," Chloe said before looking at Beca, who nodded and got up to help as well. Part of her was happy that her mother had opened the door before the kiss could happen because she would never have been able to forgive herself for being unfaithful to Chicago. Even if it was something as simple as a kiss, Chloe knew she would have regretted her decision. But on the other hand, she had never wanted to taste someone's lips so much. While she knew she would have regretted it, she couldn't help but wish her mother hadn't walked in.
"Thank you, sweetie. There's some more stuff in the trunk of my car," Cindy said, smiling and handing some grocery bags to Chloe. The woman then noticed Beca standing there. "Beca! I didn't know that you'd be here. It's nice to see you again!"
"It's great to see you too, Mrs. Beale. Chloe and I were just hanging out," Beca said, trying to fathom what had happened a few moments ago. She then took some grocery bags from Chloe's mother and went into the kitchen to set them on the counter.
"Well, I'm glad you're here, Beca. We always enjoy having your company," Cindy replied, smiling at both her daughter and the brunette.
"Chloe had me over because her Juilliard letter came in the mail and she wanted me here when she opened it," Beca explained, smiling and then nudging the redhead as if to tell her to share the news with her mom.
"What did it say, sweetie? Did you get in?" Cindy asked with a hopeful look on her face.
Chloe smiled at her mom and nodded her head, feeling happy tears well up in her eyes again. "I got in, Mom. I got accepted into Juilliard."
Cindy smiled and then opened her arms to give her daughter a hug. "I'm so proud of you, darling. I had no doubt in my mind that you would get in."
"I'm so happy, Mom," Chloe said, hugging her mother tightly and letting her happy tears fall down her face. "It still hasn't set in, that's how happy I am."
"We have to call your father tonight to tell him the news," Cindy said before hugging her daughter again. She then turned to Beca. "Beca, would you like to stay for dinner and celebrate with us?"
"I would love to, as long as it's not too much of an inconvenience," Beca replied, smiling at Cindy. "Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Beale. I really appreciate it."
"Chloe told me how much you helped her with her audition. Thank you for that," Cindy said as she walked over to the fridge. "We would love to have you stay. Chloe, you should call Chicago and tell him the good news."
"I'll do that in a little while," Chloe said, handing a bag of apples to her mother so she could put them in the fridge. "When is Dad coming home?" She asked.
"He'll be back tomorrow and we can go out for a celebratory dinner tomorrow night," Cindy said as she put the apples and the milk in the fridge. "Does that sound good?"
"That sounds great," Chloe said with a smile. After she finished helping her mom put the groceries away, the redhead grabbed her phone. "I'm gonna go call Dad and tell him the news."
Beca watched Chloe walk out of the kitchen before helping Cindy finish putting the groceries away. She couldn't help but think about their almost kiss that had happened not even ten minutes ago. So many thoughts were circulating in Beca's brain as she tried to process whole thing. Did she want to kiss me too? If so, why? She has a boyfriend. Why would she want to kiss me? Chloe's not even gay. At least, I don't think she is.
A few minutes later, Chloe came back into the kitchen with a big smile on her face. "I still can't believe I got into Juilliard. This is a dream come true," the redhead said happily.
"You deserve it, Chlo," Beca said, smiling at the redhead. "Your mother and I both know that you're going to crush it up in The Big Apple."
"And you're going to crush it down in The City of Angels," Chloe said, smiling back at the brunette. "You're going to do amazing things in LA, Becs. We all believe in you."
Beca did her best to keep the blush from creeping up on her face, but it was no use: Chloe just knew the right things to say in order to make the brunette turn as red as a rose. "Thanks," she said, smiling softly.
"I second Chloe's statement," Cindy said with a smile. "You're an incredible musician, Beca. I don't know if Chloe has told you or not, but she gave me a CD of your music to listen to and I absolutely loved it."
"Wow, uh, thank you," Beca said, blushing even more. "I've kinda fallen in love with writing music over the years, so I'm glad people enjoy it when they listen to it."
"You're amazingly talented when it comes to writing music, that's for sure," Cindy stated. "The lyrics of your songs flow together like poetry," the older woman added.
"That's very kind of you to say, Mrs. Beale," Beca said before getting herself a glass of water. She smiled at Chloe, who was sitting on one of the stools again. "You're daughter has been really supportive of my dream. In fact she's the one who's always assuring me that I can make it."
"I'm just doing my job. As your friend, I'm always going to be here for you when you need me," Chloe said, smiling and shrugging her shoulders in a cute way.
"Well, thank you. I'll make sure to call you from LA if I'm having a crisis," Beca replied, making the other two in the room laugh.
"And I'll call you from New York if I'm having a crisis," Chloe said, laughing more after she finished speaking. "I'm gonna go call Chic and tell him the news." Chloe then took out her phone and left the room again.
Beca smiled as she watched her friend leave the room. "Your daughter is something else, Mrs. Beale," she said.
"Isn't she? I couldn't be more proud of my Chloe," Cindy said with a wide smile. "I'm so happy for her. She's wanted to go to Juilliard ever since she could play the piano."
"Yeah, she's mentioned that a few times," Beca said, helping Chloe's mother by chopping up some peppers for the salad. "She amazes me everyday with how talented she is."
"And you do the same for her. She talks about how talented you are at least five times a day," Cindy said with a chuckle.
"Really? She talks about me?" Beca asked, a little surprised by Cindy's words. "What exactly does she say?"
"I mean, I don't remember exactly what she says every time, but she always talks about how your talent and skill never fails to impress her. She really believes in you, Beca," Cindy answered. "And I think she has a major talent crush on you," the older woman added.
This comment made Beca blush so much that she had to turn away so Cindy didn't see her blushing. "That's nice to know," Beca said, still feeling the heat of the blush on her cheeks.
Chloe came back into the kitchen while Beca was washing her hands in the sink. "I invited Chicago over for dinner too. I hope that's okay with you," the redhead said to both her mother and Beca.
"Of course, sweetie. The more the merrier," Cindy said, kissing the top of her daughter's head before getting out the ingredients for make spaghetti and meatballs, Chloe's favorite meal.
"Is there anything you need help with, Mrs. Beale?" Beca asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"I'm actually good for now. Why don't you girls go hang out for a little while and I'll call you in when dinner's ready?" Cindy said as she molded the meatballs in her hands.
Chloe then took Beca's hand. "Come on, let's go sit out back," she stated, leading Beca out to the back porch.
The two girls each sat down in a chair once they got to the back porch. "So, when's Chicago gonna get here?" Beca asked.
"He just got off work at Lowe's, so he'll be here in about thirty minutes," Chloe said, leaning back in her chair. For a moment, there was silence between the two girls, tension rising from the moment that they had earlier.
Beca nodded her head and then tilted her head up to look at the sky. "National Signing Day is next week. Is he excited?"
"Yeah. He's signing with New York," Chloe said, smiling as she thought about her and Chicago being together in New York City. Despite the fact that the redhead was seriously crushing on Beca, she still was more than happy with Chicago, and her heart became even happier when she found out that he was committing to NYU.
"Good for him. NYU is a good school with a good football program. I'm sure that he'll fit right in there," Beca said, looking over at Chloe. "And I'm happy that you two are gonna be in New York together. I bet you're happy about that too."
"You have no idea how happy I am," Chloe said, sighing with a bright smile on her faceāthe smile Beca fell so in love with.
Beca couldn't help but smile when Chloe did, and the brunette looked down at the floor of the porch. "How far away is Juilliard from NYU? I imagine that it's gotta be pretty close," she said.
"It's about five miles away, so not too far," Chloe said, scratching her head as she thought about it. "Being so close to him will be nice."
"Yeah, I bet. You guys will hang out more than you already do now," Beca replied with a chuckle. She then looked down at the wooden floor of the deck for a moment. "You know, I'm really going to miss you when you go off to New York," she said, sighing softly.
"I'm gonna miss you too, Becs," Chloe said in a soft voice. "Even though we haven't known each other for a long time, you're one of my best friends, and I'm gonna miss seeing you every day."
Beca smiled and watched Chloe as she looked up at the sky. She then heard Chicago in the kitchen. "It sounds like your man is here," she said, standing up and holding the door for Chloe. "He'll probably want to congratulate you in person."
"Yeah, you're right," Chloe said, standing up and walking back inside the house. She smiled when she saw Chicago holding a bouquet of roses. "Are those for me?" She asked with a cute giggle before giving her boyfriend a hug.
"I figured you getting into Juilliard was the perfect occasion to buy you roses, since they throw them onstage when someone's performance is beyond amazing," Chicago said before hugging her and then kissing her cheek.
"Thanks, Chic. These are beautiful," Chloe said, blushing when Chicago kissed her cheek. "I'm so happy that we're gonna be in New York together."
Beca noticed Chicago hesitate for a moment before he spoke. "Yes, we're going to be in New York together, and I can't wait," Chicago said with a smile before he turned to Mrs. Beale. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked.
"Sure, Chicago. Why don't you set the table for the four of us?" Cindy said, smiling as she pushed the dough through the noodle maker.
"Awesome. I'll go wash my hands first," Chicago said before heading out of the kitchen.
"I'll do the same," Beca said as she followed Chicago out of the kitchen. However, that wasn't the only reason she followed him. Something seemed off about Chicago, and she was going to find out.
The brunette followed her friend to the bathroom and waited outside while he washed his hands. When he came out, Beca stopped him. "Hey, is everything okay? You seem a little out of it."
"What do you mean?" Chicago asked, trying to play it off like nothing was wrong. "I'm feeling great right now. My girlfriend just got into her dream school, and we're heading to New York together."
Beca shrugged her shoulders. "You were just acting weird when Chloe talked about you two going to New York together, that's all."
Chicago sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep this from Beca. The brunette had a knack for knowing when someone was lying. "I got a full ride scholarship offer from the University of Georgia."
"Really? That's great, Chic! When did you find out?" Beca asked, a big smile on her face.
The boy nodded and smiled for a moment. "It's my dream school, Beca. It's been my dream to play for them since I was little," he stated, sighing for a moment. "I picked them over NYU. I'm committing to Georgie next Thursday."
"Wait, what?" Beca asked, raising her eyebrows in confusion. "If you're committing to Georgia, then why does Chloe think you're committing to NYU?"
"Before the offer from Georgia came, I decided on NYU. That's what I told Chloe, because it was the truth at the time. But then, the offer from Georgia came, and it's too good of an offer to pass up. I haven't figured out how I'm going to tell Chloe," Chicago said, scratching his head. "I'm scared to tell her because has her heart set on us both being in New York and she doesn't want to do long distance because it'd be too hard."
"You still have to tell her, Chic. You can't keep this from her forever. The longer you wait to tell her, the more upset she'll be when you actually do," Beca told him.
"You have no idea how many times I've tried to tell her," Chicago said, sighing and shaking his head. "The worst part is that I know no matter when or how I tell her, I'm going to break her heart."
"By telling her that you're going to New York with her, you're only digging yourself a deeper hole," Beca said, running her fingers through her hair. "You need to tell her soon, Chic. You might be able to change her mind about long distance relationships."
The young man knew Beca was right; he just didn't know how he was going to tell Chloe without hurting her. "You're right, I'll tell her," he said before taking a deep breath.
"Good, because Chloe deserves to know the truth," Beca said, watching Chicago walk back into the kitchen. Beca then went into the bathroom and washed her hands before going to help set the table. Many thoughts were racing through her mind; she wasn't just thinking about the almost kiss, but also about what was going to happen when Chicago was going to tell Chloe that he would be signing with Georgia instead of NYU.
Okay, there were some serious Bechloe vibes in this chapter. What about that moment, huh?
We know a lot of you are disappointed at the fact that Beca and Allison are hooking up. But trust me, we've had this planned since we started writing it and we have a plan for the rest of the story as well, we aren't just making it up as we go along.
Will Chicago tell Chloe about Georgia? Stay tuned to find out.
Until next time!
