Only Human

Over My Head

Chapter 2: Over My Head

Beca had half a mind to cower under her covers until Chloe went away. She had been around Chloe Beale long enough to know that she turned into a redheaded devil woman when she was angry, and she was going crazy on Beca's door.

Huffing, the DJ slumped to her door, unlocked the chain, and opened it to a scarily angry ginger. Beca couldn't help but notice that instead of fiddling with her signature thumb ring like Chloe usually did when she was flustered, she was fiddling with a shiny rock on her left ring finger. Beca knew it wasn't true, but it felt like Chloe was taunting her and her inappropriate feelings.

"What do you want?" Beca yawned, forcing her emotions down. She was overloaded with them. She was harboring unwarranted anger at Chloe for getting engaged to Douche Bag of the Year, she was heartbroken because Chloe didn't even give Bechloe a chance like so many people wanted, and she was happy to see those hypnotizing, loving blue eyes again. She hadn't seen Chloe in months. Chloe was yelling nonsense Beca couldn't hear, but Beca couldn't help it. Trying to stop that feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw Chloe was like trying to keep Hulk from showing up when Bruce Banner was angry. She rushed into Chloe's arms with a thud as her head hit the crook of Chloe's neck. She buried her head further into the warmth of Chloe's strong arms, and she didn't want to move.

"Beca, are you okay?" Chloe asked, shocked.

No. Why would I be okay? You're marrying Barrett, a French tool that hurt you. Plus, he shaves his legs and has all the personality of an empty pizza box, but that is irrelevant. "Fine." Beca, said, peering up into the eyes she loved so much.

"You haven't been answering my calls and texts."

I talk to you in my dreams every night. I'm sure that doesn't count but still. "So?"

"So, I know for a fact that you have been in contact with Gail, Stacie, Amy, and Jesse," Chloe said, her face falling. The pain in the redhead's eyes made Beca's heart ache. "Are you even coming to the wedding? Barret—"

The DJ blanched upon hearing that name. She broke away from the hug, glowering at Chloe, "You know how I feel about him. If you're going to mention his name, I'm just going to ask you to leave."

"Beca—"

"No Chloe, if anyone did that to me, I wouldn't have taken them back... You can't help how you were born."

You were so drunk, you blacked out afterwards. You may not remember what happened, but I do. I held you as you cried, and I held back your hair when you threw up and passed out on the floor of my bathroom. I hate him Chloe. I can't support it.

"He made a mistake!"

Beca bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep the pain from her voice, "What he did just proves he doesn't love you. I don't know why Aubrey insists on planning the wedding. She hates him too."

Chloe opened and closed her mouth a few times, hesitating, "I didn't come here to fight about it... I've made my decision."

"Well bringing him up always leads to a fight, and you know it."

"Becs, what happened to us?" Chloe raised her hand, and touched the DJ's cheek. Beca flinched away. "Beca," Chloe pleaded, dropping her hand.

"It's...complicated."

"Complicated enough for you to avoid me, right?" Beca could tell Chloe was fighting back tears, and Beca stared at the ground. Yes, because I can't be around you. Chloe sighed, her tongue in her cheek, a thing she did when she was upset, a thing she picked up from too much time around Beca. "When will you learn you can't just push me away?"