Author's Note: Okay so I know it's been a LONG time but I needed that time desperately. School actually ended three weeks ago but today I finally got the motivation to write. In my absence I forgot where I wanted to go with this story so tell me what you want to see. This chapter is kind of short and I'm not thrilled with it. Anyways, Thank you so much for reading and waiting on me to continue this story.
Chapter Three
It's been two weeks and Beca is still staying at Aubrey's house. Aubrey loves Beca like a sister, but there's only so much a girl can take of Beca moping around on her couch while whining about Chloe.
Aubrey absolutely can't take it anymore. She misses her upbeat, sarcastic, short, annoying DJ.
"Beca, get your sorry ass up and go talk to her!" Aubrey says while ripping Beca's blanket from over her head.
"Ay Blondie, what gives?" Beca asks while shielding her eyes from the lights coming in through the window.
"I'm sick and tired of you moping around, just talk to me."
"I don't want to talk about it, I want nothing to do with Chloe! I don't want to talk about her, I don't want to think about her, and I don't—I don't want to love her." Beca says with tears filling her eyes.
Aubrey just wraps Beca in her arms and rocks her trying to comfort her.
AT TOM'S
Chloe has been hysterical for days she looks as if she's dead. Her normally bright red hair is dull and pulled into a messy ponytail. Her face is clammy and pale looking; she just wants Beca to hold her in her arms so everything will be okay.
"Chlo do you want something to eat? I could order pizza or Chinese." Tom asks trying to get Chloe to eat something.
"The only thing I want is a five foot DJ, do you have that Tom? No, you don't because I fucked everything up. I still love her with all my heart and she wants nothing to do with me. I've called her plenty of times but she won't give me the time of day. So to answer your question no, I don't want anything to eat!"
Although he understands she's hurting, Tom still looks like a kicked puppy.
"I'm sorry Tom I don't mean to be a bitch I just don't know what to do.
"It's okay babe, but I'm just gonna stop by a couple of places then I'll be right back." Tom gives Chloe a chaste kiss on the forehead then leaves a lightly sobbing Chloe behind.
Aubrey walks into her apartment after going grocery shopping to see Beca in the same position as she was in before.
"Hey Beca, I got your favorite; Rocky Road ice cream."
"What's the catch?" Beca asks with a questioning look.
"You actually have to get up from the couch to get it." Aubrey says with a smirk.
"Then I'll pass."
A knock at the door interrupts whatever Aubrey was about to say.
"Don't worry Beca, stay there, I got it." Aubrey's smile is wiped right off her face when she sees Tom on the other side of the door.
Aubrey goes outside so Beca won't see the "baby daddy" but she was too late.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?" At this point, Beca was absolutely livid.
"Beca, please calm down. I just came to talk to you about Chloe." Tom says slightly holding up her hands as if surrendering.
"I don't want to talk about her especially not with you!"
"Listen, Chloe and I both know we made a mistake—a drunken mistake—regardless she really misses you and by the looks of it I know you miss her too."
Aubrey is awkwardly watching the whole confrontation go down.
"You don't know anything about me! The only thing you need to know is that I want nothing to do with you, your whore, or your bastard; now leave!"
"You can say all you want about me but don't talk about Chloe and her child like that." Tom immediately turns around and leaves but Beca did catch Tom when he referred to the baby as just Chloe's; She's just too mad to think anything of it.
"I d-didn't mean it Brey, I didn't mean to call her a whore." Beca admitted when she saw the offended look on Aubrey's face.
"I know, but it was still really harsh. You need to talk to Chloe and soon."
Aubrey walks out of the room leaving Beca just with her thoughts.
Meanwhile Tom is on the way to pay Jesse a visit...