She knew she had to make it up to Beca. Her behaviour towards the girl was unacceptable. Deep in her heart she knew that.
But she didn't know how. The girl didn't had any form of social media. And Chloe didn't had her phone number.
The fact that Beca didn't come to school hadn't helped the situation. She could've gone to Stacie and ask her for Beca's phone number. But she was afraid to approach the queen's best friend.
That was a new feeling for her. Chloe Beale was never afraid. She always did the most impulsive things without ever being afraid of the consequences.
And if she was completely honest to herself, she didn't have any regrets. Yeah, maybe she had to handle the things differently. But she didn't regret kissing Beca's neck. She didn't regret leaving her mark on the the brunettes neck either.
She had enjoyed it to feel the soft skin. The past few days kept replaying in her head. And she wished she had followed the brunette. She wished it had last longer.
The fact that Bree judged het actions didn't make her feel any better.
She wished she could turn back time. But not for the reasons any other normal person would have. She wished it so she could've kissed Beca on the lips.
It was something she had thought about for the past two weeks. It crossed her mind the first night Beca had stayed over. And the thought had never left her mind.
She had fought the urge to give in to it. But when Beca had been so angry with her three days ago she couldn't fight it anymore.
In her mind Beca was the most sexy and mysterious girl she ever had come across. And when she yelled, Chloe gad found her beautiful. Most people weren't beautiful when they were angry. But Beca was beautiful.
She had been attracted to the girl since the moment Beca had saved her from creepy guy. And she had memorised every detail of the brunette. The way her lip curled up when she smirked. Or how her nose scrunched up when she was disgusted. They way her eyes shone when they had talked about music.
Yep, Chloe Beale had it bad.
And she was willing to do anything she had to do to be alone with the girl again. She wanted to explain why she did it. She wanted to tell her how she felt about the brunette.
What she wanted most was to kiss her again. But this time properly. She wanted to feel the other girls lip against her own.
She sighed. All there was left was a memory. She still felt a little hope that the brunette felt the same. Beca had moaned when she kissed her. Chloe was sure that Beca had enjoyed it just as much as she did.
Maybe that's why she didn't came to school. Maybe she just needed to give her some space to think about it.
But something had to be done. She was going crazy. She couldn't concentrate on anything. The only thing that went constantly through her mind was Beca.
If she wanted a chance with Beca, she had to face her fears. The only way she could get into contact with her was through Stacie.
But not now. She decided she would give Beca one more day. If she wouldn't be at school tomorrow, she would go to Stacie.
Chloe was one of the most optimistically persons in the world. And the next morning she got up with hope in her heart.
Today was a new day. Things would be better today. She finished her breakfast and left for school.
But when she arrived at school, she didn't feel so optimistic anymore. Her first lesson was gym.
She couldn't help but think of the last time she had that class. What had happened in the locker room. The reason why Beca had showed up angry at her house. What had led to the mess she was now.
She took a deep breath and walked into the locker room. She greeted her classmates and started to undress.
"You're wearing my underwear again?" a familiar voice said.
Her head snapped up and she looked straight in the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
"Yeah well they're really comfy" she said.
She didn't know what else to say. She wanted to talk to Beca, but not in a room full of nosy classmates.
She could tell that Beca wanted to talk as well.
"We'll talk later princess" Beca said as walked away.
Suddenly she felt better. Today was going to be a great day, no matter how their conversation would turn out.