A/N: DEAR FOLLOWERS! school is officially out for me which means I have NO excuses whatsoever not to give updates, which FURTHERMORE means i will be doing ALLLLL OF THE UPDATES! I love you guys and I am not going to leave you hanging! I have awesome plans with these stories this summer

"Looks like you're going somewhere special. What's all this about?" Aubrey said, gesturing to Chloe's outfit. She was wearing a red tank top with a leather jacket and dark skinny jeans with boots that almost rose to her knees. She was in the middle of fixing her hair when Aubrey walked in to their apartment, returning from a class.

"I'm going on a date." Was the redhead's simple response. She finished messing with her hair and turned to her friend. "With Tom."

"Tom? That… Wow." Aubrey was surprised to hear that. Chloe decided to stop talking to Tom early on in the year at the same time that she realized that she liked Beca.

"Um… Yeah. I know that that's not exactly who you think that I should be going out with, but…" The blonde cut her off:

"You're right. He's the guy that you blew off because of Beca, and now you're calling him up again, and you're just going to lead him on and then he's going to be pissed off because, face it Chloe, he's just a rebound for you." Aubrey immediately felt bad for what she said, but she didn't express it, because she most certainly didn't regret saying it. She knew that if she didn't do it, nobody else would, and Aubrey was known for her tough love, and occasionally being the one to tell Chloe things that she knew that she didn't want to hear, but she needed to hear them. The redhead just looked at her. She knew that she wanted to be mad, but she had no reason to be. She only let out a sigh.

"Well, seeing as I'm not going out with Beca anytime soon, might as well get over her. So I have to start somewhere right?" Aubrey didn't say anything else on the subject, not wanting to upset her friend. It would almost make things worse for her, which was the complete opposite of what she had been trying to do.

At seven, Chloe left to meet Tom at a local bar just outside of the campus. As soon as she sat down she immediately ordered a drink and two tequila shots, one for her and one for Tom.

"Going hard on the alcohol tonight?" Tom asked as she handed him a shot glass and threw back her own shot.

"Just want to have some fun!" The redhead responded as she picked up the other drink placed in front of her. The bartender went back to grab a glass and fill it with beer for Tom as the two continued on their conversation.

"So, what happened? You just kind of dropped me out of your world there…" the man said with a small laugh at the end.

"Sorry about that… Things just got really crazy with the Bellas, and with it being senior year, it's been a pretty busy year." She looked down at the straw that was in her cup and swirled it around, suddenly becoming interested in the mint leaves that were settling in her drink.

"Chloe. I know that it's because of that Beca girl." Her head snapped back up to meet Tom's eyes. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes looked concerned. "This one night in October, I kept on trying to call you. Well, apparently you had left your phone at the apartment and Aubrey became very upset with me, so she answered your phone and started yelling." He grinned at Chloe. "You were with her that night, and Aubrey didn't say anything about you two being 'together' or anything, but I started to notice that you two spent more and more time with each other. I saw the way you looked at her. It wasn't too hard to guess."

Chloe looked at him for a while. Was it really that obvious? She shook her head at the boy. "Well, regardless of all of that, she's taken now and I'm here with you, so I don't want to talk about her anymore." She picked up her cup again, taking another long drink, and looking back at Tom. He smiled at her and took a drink of his beer.

"Fine by me. So how have things been?"

Despite what Chloe said, the conversation always ended up going back to Beca. It wasn't that way in the beginning, but she kept ordering shots, and she was on her third drink of the night. They would be talking casually, and something would always remind Chloe of the small brunette. She would immediately smack herself when she was brought in to the conversation, and apologize repeatedly, claiming that she really was trying to keep her mind off of the girl. She pulled out her phone to check the time and noticed that she had a few missed text messages. When she opened her messages, she noticed that the last conversation she was looking at was between, who else but, Beca. The two girls hadn't texted much since the brunette confronted her, aside from the goodnight texts that Chloe had resumed at Beca's request. She would usually send her a message right about now. It was almost eleven. But she remembered that the younger girl was out at a party with Jesse. She put her phone down again and looked back up at Tom, who was decently only half-buzzed.

"Date." She scoffed. "How can you call going to a party with someone a date?" Tom looked at her, confused at first, but eventually catching on. He sat in silence, letting her finish what she was saying. There was clearly a point that she was trying to make. "You know what, I'll tell you something about Jesse. People think that he's this sweet loving guy who is just absolutely perfect for Beca. Hell, I think he himself is convinced of that. But really, he is a bigheaded cocky jackass who is trying to change her." She was doing her best not to slur her words as she spoke. She began to rant on about Jesse, and Tom knew that it had been a long time coming since he had arrived at the bar. He knew it from the moment that he talked to Chloe on the phone. What she really needed tonight was to get all of this off of her chest, and Tom was there for her. "She-she-she deserves… a LOT… more than that. He thinks his life is like some kind of movie where he can just have his own way and Beca will follow along with his script." She threw up her hands and busted in to giggles when she nearly tipped over in her chair and Tom reached out to catch her.

"Okay Chloe, I'm taking you home." He said as he stood up and grabbed both of hands, pulling her up with him. "I can't stand to see you like this." She immediately frowned as she stood up. Tom paid the bartender for their drinks and they began walking towards the door slowly, because Chloe was having a difficult time keeping her balance intact. When they got to the car, she stopped walking and turned to face Tom. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Do we have to go home? I want to stay with you some more." She said as she leaned forward, placing a kiss on his jaw. He turned his head immediately from her and shook his head.

"No. Stop. You don't want this."

"Yes I do." Chloe tried to say with a considerable look.

"No." He said again sternly, escaping from her grasp and opening up the door for her. Once she was in the car, he walked around to the driver door and got in. "You and I both know that you don't want this, and I'm taking you back home. You aren't going to remember this tomorrow." Chloe didn't say anything else after that. She swayed her head from side to side for a while before falling on to the window. She closed her eyes and sighed. All of the sudden she snapped her head up again breaking the silence.

"You know what, if that's what she wants, FINE! If she wants to be with a jackass, that's her own problem. I don't- I don't even care anymore, you know?" Tom sighed as Chloe continued on with her rant, finishing what she began at the bar. "It's like, why should I be sitting around moping about her when I'm obviously not going to be with her. I just, I deserve better than that." She said gesturing to herself sloppily. Suddenly she was feeling all over her pockets searching for her phone. She pulled it out of the side pocket in her jacket and unlocked it. She went to her recent calls, pressed on Beca's name, and put the phone to her ear confidently. She sat up straighter in her seat, only to end up leaning on to the center console in the car. Tom suddenly realized what she was doing and reached over towards her.

"Chloe you really shouldn't…" Chloe swatted his hand away.

"SHHHH. I need to tell her this so that I can be over her." She sat there for another moment, and then groaned. "She didn't answer." She mumbled under her breath and tilted her head as she continued to wait for what Tom expected was the answering machine to pick up. "HELLO, Beca. I was just calling to tell you that I h-hope you are having a spec-tac-ular time on your date, because I am happy for you. I just felt the need to tell you that I refuse to be upset about this anymore, because guess what? As of tonight I am entirely, completely a-hundred-percent over you." She pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call. She looked over at Tom and began laughing, only to find that he wasn't laughing along with her. He only continued to look forward at the road until they returned to the apartment.

Outside of the building, he walked around to help Chloe out of the car and up the stairs to her apartment. He let her go in by herself, knowing that Aubrey was there to help her if she needed it. He spent the rest of the night thinking about how things would work out for them in the morning when Chloe was sober. She definitely was not going to remember what she had done.