Wish she was mine ( Bechloe)

The truth

Friday morning

Chloe’s POV:

I walk in to the teacher’s room, and start walking over to the coffee machine. Before I can grab a cup of coffee, Chicago jumps in front of me. “ Hey Chloe!”

“ Hey Chicago.” I quickly answer back. I really didn’t have much time, and I wanted to drink a coffee before my lesson started. “ How are the students treating you?” He asks smiling softly.

“ They’re nice so far.”

“ I heard that you have a class with Beca Mitchell in it?” He asks me.

“ Oh uhm.. Yeah I do.” I answer confused. Why on earth does that matter?

“ Wow.. I’m sorry for you!” Chicago snickers.

“ Why?”

“ Well, because she’s super annoying! She’s rude to every teacher, and I don’t think she pays a lot of attention. I have her once a week, and she already ruins my lessons then.”

I don’t know why, but I felt the urge to defend Beca. She works good, and she doesn’t interrupt my class. Even though she wasn’t paying attention yesterday, after our little chat she started to really listen to me.

“ I don’t know why you say that! She’s doing really well in my class, and I think it’s a bit unprofessional to talk about a student like that.” I answer Chicago.

“ Chill! I was just saying the truth! You’re lucky if she’s a good student in your class. You’re probably the only teacher she likes.” He laughs.

“ Could you please step aside? I want to grab a coffee?” Now that he has talked about Beca like that, I suddenly don’t really like him anymore.
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Beca’s POV :

“ Leave her alone!” Stacie yells, at the guy who started punching me out of nowhere. I could feel myself being throwed against one of the lockers and I close my eyes. The guy kicks me in my stomach, and I have the feeling I need to throw up. “ You dumb little faggot!” He yells while pushing me down on the ground.

I hear a lot of students around me gasping, while the guy keeps kicking and punching me.

“ What on earth is going on here?!” I hear the beautiful voice off Miss Beale yelling. I open my eyes, and see a lot of teachers standing around me and the guy. Miss Rose grabs my attacker’s arm, and pulls him away. They walk away, so she’s probably bringing him to the principal. I turn my attention back to the teachers, and see Miss Beale running at me.

“ Beca are you okay?!” She asks worried. She lifts up my t-shirt to check if I had bruises on my stomach. “ Beca, You’re a bit hurt! I’m going to grab some stuff to clean you up.”

“ Please stay with me..” I whisper. I only felt safe with Miss Beale, and I really didn’t want her to leave. “ Of course.” She answers smiling softly, asking another teacher to go get some medical stuff.   

The other teachers make sure every student continues walking to their classes.

Miss Beale grabs my hand and squeezes it softly. “ Do you want to tell me what happened?” She asks.

“ I have no idea what happened.. I was just walking with Stacie, and suddenly that guy started punching me.” I answer.

“ I heard him calling you a.. You know. I’ll make sure he will be punished, and that he won’t hurt you again!”

I can see anger in her eyes, but her eyes are also filled with tears.

“ You have some little wounds on your stomach. Do you have pain somewhere else?” She asks me worried.

“ Not really no.”

“ Okay that’s good! Can I ask you something?”

I nod. “ Is this the first time that you’re being bullied about your sexuality?”

“ Doesn’t matter.” I answer.  I don’t like talking about these things. I have been called a lot of names, and I have been attacked about two times before this. I tell everyone I don’t care, but deep down it hurts. I just hate it that people don’t accept each other, just because of who they love.

“ Beca look at me.. It does matter. I just want to help you.” Miss Beale says looking right at me, with her gorgeous blue eyes. I had the feeling that she could look right in to my soul.

I sigh and start talking. “ No.. This isn’t the first time. There doesn’t go a day by where I don’t get insults about it. Everyone except Stacie, Amy, Aubrey and Jesse thinks I’m a freak. When I walk by, there’s always people that start whispering stuff, and I get dirty looks from everyone. I have been attacked two times before this. One time in class, when the teacher wasn’t there yet. When they were beating me, the whole class was cheering them up. They threatened to hurt me again, if I told anyone. The second time, was outside of school. I was walking home, and then some guys pushed me into an ally. There they busted my lip, and I had some bruises on my arms and stomach. When I came home, I just told my mom and dad I fell on my lip during gym. I was able to cover up the bruises. I always wear things with long sleeves, so my parents didn’t became suspicious about me only wearing hoodies. After a while my lip healed, and the bruises went away. I haven’t told anyone about this except Stacie. I don’t want my other friends to worry ,so I just don’t tell them.”

It kinda feels good to tell Miss Beale this.

I see a tear rolling down her face, but she quickly wipes it away. “ I’m so sorry you have to go trough all of that Beca. I’ll definitely tell the principal about this, and we’ll watch out for you. Is it okay that I tell your parents about this?”

“ No please! Please don’t tell them.. They don’t really know about my uhm.. sexuality. And I don’t want them to worry.” I answer. I really didn’t want my parents to find out about my sexuality this way. I know that I should really tell them, but it’s just very scary.

“ Oh okay.. I won’t tell them, but you need to promise me you’ll always come to me if something happens. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing! Just come to me, okay?” She asks, putting her hand on my cheek.

I nod and I want to say something, but we get interrupted by the teacher that went to get some medical stuff. He hands the things over to Chloe, and winks at her. “ Told you she was trouble.” He says, just before walking away.

Chloe looks mad at him, but then turns her attention back to me. “ Just ignore that Becs.”

Did she just call me Becs? I like it.

“ Take a deep breath. This can sting a little bit okay?”

I nod and breath in. The moment the alcohol touches the wound, I can feel the burning sensation. I bite on my lip, till Miss Beale is done.

“ Thank you.. Really.” I say smiling at her. She looks up at me and smiles back.

There were the butterflies again..

“ Is it okay if we go to your home? I think it’s better if we end your school day here. We can start our extra lesson a little bit earlier!” She says smiling wide.

“ I don’t really want to go to my house.. If we come home early, they’ll ask me why I’m so early, and I don’t want to tell them.”

“ Of course! I understand that. I’ll take you to my home. My day was over anyways! Do your parents know I will give you tutoring lessons?”

“ Yeah! They think you’ll give me lessons at school, so it’s not a problem if I come home late!”

“ Great!” Miss Beale giggles. She grabs my hand and pulls me up.

We walk out of the school building, to her car, holding hands…