I didn't feel like making anything too dirty in the last chapter cuz like... I rated this T for some reason. I mean I could change it to M if I really need to but whatever, you guys can deal. And if I shatter your innocence then I will personally consider that an accomplishment.

We were at Chloe and Aubrey's place a few days later, and it was getting pretty heated. Since that day after rehearsals in the closet (ironically) we haven't had a chance to do anything else. Surprisingly enough the radio station actually takes up time in my schedule, and I've been trying to get closer to my dad although that has been kind of hard. Chloe thinks I should start letting people in more and giving people second chances. I'm willing to try anything if she thinks it's worth the time.

I never really noticed how comfortable Chloe's couch was until I was being pressed into it while she was on top of me. And I never really noticed how aggressive she was until she snagged my bottom lip between her teeth for the fifth time. And I never really noticed how soft her skin was until she was shoving my hands beneath her shirt. Although she was the more assertive one I wasn't resisting anything she asked me to do. We had been watching a movie but the TV remote was probably lost somewhere in the cushions by now, the show still playing but the volume having been turned down by one rambunctious redhead. I felt her lips detach from mine and her tongue trace down my neck, making me squirm beneath her. Okay this was definitely going to turn into sex really fast.

The sound of the door opening and sunlight flooding into the dark room made her yelp in cute surprise, sitting up so she straddled me. I felt my face turn the color of a tomato and I jerked my head in the direction of the doorway to see Aubrey standing there. Chloe had said that she had gone out running errands. I guess we had overestimated how long that was going to take. Aubrey just rolled her eyes at us after a few seconds, adjusting the shopping bags that hung over her thin arms before walking past us without saying a word. Chloe looked down at me, her hair disheveled and her shirt having slid off one of her shoulders. As I started to sit up she pressed her arm firmly against my collarbones, keeping me pinned. I raised an eyebrow at her but she kissed me again before I could protest any more. I could hear Aubrey unpacking groceries in the kitchen, the only divider between the different rooms we were in being an archway. She could probably clearly hear anything that went on in here.

It was extremely difficult to manage but I finally somehow got Chloe off of me and sat up, almost out of breath. She cuddled up against my side, whispering things in my ear that really made my mind take a turn to inappropriate.

"If you guys aren't even gonna pretend to watch it, could you turn off the TV?" Aubrey called out to the two of us. It took her a few seconds but Chloe moved away from me and found the remote. I looked over my shoulder to see Aubrey putting things away and I wanted to help her, but when I tried to stand up I felt a hand grab mine and pull me back onto the couch. That didn't surprise me.

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No, we hadn't really officially told people about our relationship. But it seemed pretty damn clear. Everytime the Bellas met up together, whether it was for a party, a movie night, or a rehearsal, Chloe was basically on top of me. If you couldn't tell then you must have been blind or something. Only Cynthia Rose had said something about it directly to me, claiming I had "Got myself a good one". For some reason I felt like Fat Amy was pretending it wasn't happening because she hadn't made any snarky remarks.

I really couldn't be happier. Chloe was everything I ever wanted and more. She was utter perfection and everytime I looked at her I was amazed she had chosen me. She complimented me every five seconds and would constantly be grabbing my hand or kissing my cheek. She got a job close to campus so that she could drop by and visit me whenever she had the chance. I had gotten used to her showing up at my dorm in the middle of the night, but Kimmy-Jin was far from amused. Everything about the way my life was seemed perfect and it had never been like that before. Every morning when I woke up my phone would be blinking with two or three messages from her. Every night before I went to bed she would text me "Sweet dreams" or something equally as cute. And even though anybody else could easily tell we were in love, we hadn't said it yet.

That was the only thing that bugged me. I didn't want to say it first and make it seem like I was rushing into things, but I knew it was true. I literally couldn't get this redhead out of my mind for the life of me and I didn't want to. I never wanted her to leave, I wanted her constantly around and I felt lonely if she wasn't. Everything seemed to remind me of her and whenever we were together I just felt so completed. I don't even care how queerballs that sounds because every word of it is the truth.

Another thing that I knew I was avoiding was Jesse. I mean Chloe had said I would text him but I never agreed to that. After he ripped me a new one like that I felt like sending him "Hey" would probably be obnoxious. So instead I decided against saying anything, which was probably about a million times worse. I wasn't ashamed of Chloe, not at all. But for some reason a part of me was extremely nervous about telling Jesse about her. It was stupid, I should just tell him who I'm seeing. He was really mad. If I was in his position I would want to know who it was too.

Finally when the thoughts about Jesse were really starting to plague me, I ripped out my phone and sent him something before I could overthink and delete it.

Uh hey. Sorry I haven't said anything sooner, honestly I've been putting this off. But listen I really am sorry, ignoring you was a total dick move. But I'm going out with Chloe. You're a really great guy and I hope we can be friends because you have juice pouches and Rocky!

He didn't say anything to that. Later that day, the Bellas showed up at my door and dragged me to the empty pool where we had our Riff-off. The Trebles and the BU Harmonics were there. Jesse was there. I wondered if he got my text. Of course he did. By the way he shot daggers at me from across the pool one minute and then was looking at me with longing the next gave me the feeling I left him conflicted. It was just a party, sort of. On one end of the pool the BU Harmonics and the Trebles were harmonizing together but on the other we were just partying our asses off. I couldn't really concentrate with Jesse constantly staring at me from somewhere, whether it was when he was trying to blend with a crowd or standing completely on his own all angsty. Chloe didn't know it because I hadn't really kept her updated on the Jesse situation and was on top of me like usual. Probably a bad time for her to be grinding against me, in all honesty.

Everyone sort of left at their own pace, their own different levels of drunk. I hadn't really had anything to drink that night but it probably would have helped with all of the guilt I felt for some reason. Chloe on the other hand? That ginger was absolutely full of her jiggle-juice. And drunk Chloe is even more affectionate than sober Chloe, something I didn't think was possible. While I practically dragged her back to Aubrey's car, (Aubrey was driving her home and although she wasn't particularly drinking "responsibly" she refused to let me drive them) she was kissing my neck and trying to tackle me to the ground. But I really had to get back to my dorm where I had unfortunately left my phone. Jesse might have texted me back. I kissed her goodbye and started walking back-

- "Beckaw!"

Uh oh. I turned on my heel to see an absolutely trashed Jesse stumbling towards me. I backed up a bit but hit the wall of the nearest building. With all of the pent up aggression I imagined he held I was worried how this was gonna go down. I could smell the beer on him a mile away.

"Oh hey Jesse..." That couldn't have sounded more awkward. Aca-awkward. Oh God what had Chloe done to me?

"What are you doing out here all alone, don't you know it's not safe out this time of night?" At least that's what I think he said. I couldn't really understand him with all of his drunken hiccupping and slurring.

"Why because I'm gonna be cornered by my drunk ex?" That was way more harsh than I wanted it to be and I regretted the way it came out. He was too drunk to be as offended as he should have been.

"Drunk-Drunkkk?" He laughed, his breath that seemed to be pure alcohol fumes feeling like a slap across the face. He was leaning closer to me and I didn't like it one bit. I could only imagine what Chloe would be doing to this guy if she was here. Probably ripping him apart. But for some reason I was rooted to the spot, "I'm not drunk you're just attractive..."

"Smooth," I muttered, wondering where this was going. He leaned even closer, his eyes barely open. I couldn't help but glare at him and I shoved forward to get him away from me-

-but he didn't budge. For a drunk guy he was surprisingly sturdy. He didn't even sway. Instead he pressed me against the wall suddenly, making me yelp. I could really use my BU rape whistle right about now but I left it at home, thinking it was ridiculous. Great.

"Jesse get off me!" I shouted at him while he tried to kiss me. I struggled against him but he had grabbed both of my wrists and was restraining me. Was this seriously happening?

"Squirming isn't a turn on you know..." He mumbled in my ear. When I felt his lips against my neck I couldn't help but jerk away from him, almost breaking free. But he was strong. And for the first time since I had known him, I barely recognized Jesse Swanson. He looked evil. Not like himself at all. Honestly I was terrified. It was only when I felt him unbuttoning my jacket that I got really desperate.

Okay this was a cheap shot, but I kneed him as hard as I could in the balls. When he doubled over I punched him right in the face for good measure before running away as fast as I could, crying for some reason. That was not at all how I thought that night was going to go. When I got back to my dorm I was relieved to find Kimmy-Jin not there, because I was crying myself to sleep whether I had an audience or not.