Flustered and pink, Chloe hopped out of the small space between the wall and Beca, zipping and buttoning up her jeans as she began to jog after Chicago, who'd already spun on his heels and started walking away. "Wait," Chloe called out as she readjusted her messy hair, so it again shone like gold in the bright moonlight. "It's not what it looks like."
Beca forced her hands through her choppy hair and sighed, it was obviously too good to be true. Brushing herself off she began to walk in Chloe's general direction."What, so you're a lesbian now?" Chicago was practically yelling in the dark courtyard, arms flailing about, he stood inches from Chloe's face and Beca imagined how much better for Chloe she'd be if she were that close to her face.Beca decided to watch the two from the shadowed corner she was about to turn, peeking round only a third of her face and her hand. "No, of course not." Chloe was being unusually quiet, which was out of character for her, she was speaking in nearly a whisper and Beca was forced to strain her ears in order to hear her."Well, if you're not gay then you're a fucking whore." Chicago put his calloused hand on Chloe's shoulder and pushed half of her back "You're a bitch, I'm ashamed I ever went near a redhead, to be honest, they're not really my type." he scoffed."Don't do that, I don't want you to touch me.""That's hard to believe Chloe, since you'll even let the weird DJ girl fuck you." Chicago wasn't shouting anymore but his voice still projected well, crisp and stern.Chloe paused briefly, "She's not weird, her name is Beca." she was no longer quiet, but she wasn't loud."I don't give a fuck what her name is, it's not like I'm trying to fuck her, especially after you've been there."Chloe hated him, she hated this situation, "Stop it, she's done nothing to you.""Why are you protecting her so much Chlo?" He mocked, "What do you love her or something?"Chloe's lungs deflated like bagpipes, no air was left in her chest, she felt like she was on fire. "Yes.""What?" Chicago's body hollowed out with the question.Chloe stood up straight, "I do."Chicago shrugged and a deep crease formed between his brows where he pushed them together, "it's not like I care, be gay, whatever," and slowly he pushed himself away from her, pulling Beca nearer."Did you mean it?"Chloe jumped, "What? How much did you hear?" Her voice was rushed and tight.Nonchalantly Beca spoke whilst lifting her shoulders carelessly, "All of it I think."Chloe was lost for words, her mouth opened silently and her bright eyes filled with soft tears, "I get it, seriously I do, I know it's not mutual and that's fine."