It'll Be Okay (A Bechloe Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Good evening Beca." Stephanie greats me. "Hey Steph." I say pulling off my jacket and tossing it on the shelf along with my purse. Stephanie is holding a clipboard which I'm guessing is for attendance, due to the fact that she wrote down something when she saw me. I go to punch in and Stephanie catches the attention of all of us employee's in the back room. "Has anyone seen Chloe?" I raise my eyebrows and look around shaking my head. There were scattered 'no's' from around the room and other murmurs. Just then the door busts open with a gust of cold air and in walks a shivering Chloe. "Stephanie, I'm so sorry I'm late, I...My boyfriend...his car..." "Yeah, yeah whatever, save it. This is the third time you've been late in the last two weeks. And you don't wanna know what happens the fourth." Stephanie says harshly and exits the kitchen. "Sorry," Chloe whispers. She quickly takes off her jacket and heads my way to punch in. I notice she is a little paler than usual, her arms are full of large dark spots, and there is what looks like dried blood behind her left ear. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Yeah, fine." She nods, not looking at me, with a slim line across her face where usually a bright smile would appear. "What happened?" "Nothing." Chloe says punching in. "I'm fine Beca, really." She leaves the kitchen without another word.

The shift was long and boring, but what's new? I can tell Chloe definitely isn't herself. She's tired, and has been messing up orders all night. At the end of my shirt when I head to the kitchen to punch out, I overheard the kitchen staff complaining about how often she had to come back in and ask for something else. I barely know her, but I feel bad for the girl. Something's stressing her out, and I have a feeling it has something to do with that no good boyfriend of hers. As I leave the restaraunt, I look for Chloe in her usual place on the corner. My heart sinks a little when I don't find her there, but continue on to my car and drive home.

Chloe's POV
I wake up earlier than I normally would on a tuesday with a pretty bad hangover, but I wanted to get up before Jake, so I could shower and get ready without him bothering me. After my shower, I dress myself in a nice green blouse and my favorite jeans, take some asprin and begin brushing my teeth when I hear Jake get out of bed. "How'd you escape?" He scoffs, entering the bathroom. "First day of class. Remember? I had to." I say. "Hey," he says grabbing my face full of toothpaste and foam, "don't be short with me." I spit in his face and he takes a step back. "You bitch. You know I was kidding right? FUCK." He yells at me. "Just clean yourself off. I'm gonna be late." I say chucking a towel at his bare chest and exiting the room.

15 minutes later, Jake makes an appearance at his car, climbing in the drivers seat. "Took you long enough." I mumble. "What was that?" He looks at me with his rough green eyes. I look out the window ignoring his question. He lets out a big puff of air and pulls out of the driveway. Out of his pocket, he pulls out his vape and hits the little button, taking in a breath of the toxic air and letting out a cloud. "You wanna hit?" He asks. "What are we? In like the 9th grade? I'll pass." "Damn. Whats with all the sarcasm?" When I ignore him, he speaks again. "You know you love me Chloe. You have no choice." He smiles an evil smile and I roll my eyes. The rest of the ride we don't talk, and Jake blares his shitty ass music. Upon arriving on campus, he turns it back down. I begin to gather myself and my small tote bag before opening the car door. "What? No thank you? No kiss goodbye?" Jake questions as I stand outside his car. "Are you picking me up after class?" I ask, ignoring his previous questions. "You know what, just for that... no, you can walk your ass home." And with that he speeds off. I take a large sigh before turning on my heels and heading towards my building. As I approach, I check my watch. It's already ten thirty three, and class started right at ten thirty. I stand outside the door for a minute and press my ear against it. I can hear Professor Bentley's voice already halfway through his normal introduction and so I open the door slightly and peek in. I look around at the full room of freshman, and looking at the back of their heads, I don't recognize a single one to be anything other than a freshman. In the back there is a girl sitting alone, with one open seat to her right. Wait, is that Beca? I decide it's now or never. My ride is already gone so I mies well go in and get this over with. I quickly open the door and slip in the back trying not to draw too much attention to myself. "Chloe?" Beca whispers. "Hey, is this seat taken?" I say already crouching down into the seat before she can answer. She sakes her head and removes her notebook from the chair. "I didn't know you went to Barden." She whispers as she watches me situate myself. "Yeah, actually I'm a senior." I say back. Professor Bentley clears his throat catching the attention of Beca and I. "We don't have a problem back there do we ladies?" We shake our heads. "Ms. Beale? Do my eyes decieve me or are you back for round three?" I swallow a large lump in my throat and give a slight nod. "Anyway class..." Mr. Bentley continues. "Round three?" Beca shoots me a puzzled look. "Yep. This is my third time in this class. I can't seem to get the Russian part, or the Literature part of Russian Lit." Beca chuckles.

When the class ended, Beca and I walk out together. "So when's your next class?" I ask breaking the brief silence. "Not till three. What about you?" "two forty five." I respond. "Would you maybe wanna go get some lunch or something?" I have nowhere to be. I can't go home, Jake's there and he's the last person I want to see. "Sure, but how about I meet you in like an hour? I have to run home first." Beca explains. "Well maybe I could go with you?" I say rather quickly. "I mean if its alright with you of course. Jake kinda ditched me here, and it's a bit of a walk for me." "No, thats fine." Beca responds smiling to herself a little. "I walked here but it's not too far." We begin walking through the morning dew filled grass to the sidewalk. "Is Jake... Is that your boyfriend?" Beca asks after a moment of silent walking. "Yeah...yeah." I say looking down at my feet. "You okay?" "Yeah, I just don't really like talking about Jake..." I say glumly. Silence fills the air once again as we walk until Beca breaks it once more. "I'm sorry, I just have to ask. Is Jake good to you?" I'm taken back by her question. "The only reason I ask is because that night I saw you on the corner, and you were waiting for him? When he pulled up, he just looked kinda pissed. And then he forgot to pick you up that one night, and then you came to work yesterday and you looked... weak, and then today..." "Yeah. He's good." I interrupt Beca. "What about you? You have a boyfriend?" "Well... no." Beca shakes her head. "I don't exactly...no, I just don't." There was something strange about Beca's answer. Like there should've been more to it. I guess we both have our secrets.

A/N- Sorry this chapter kinda sucks. It's just kind of a filler, but I promise, big things are gonna happen so stay tuned! And in the meantime, leave me a comment and tell me what you think I love hearing your feedback good or bad!