5 Years

Fifteen

Beca woke up the next morning to the sound of her phone blowing up. It was the Bella's group chat.

Stacie: Is Chloe okay?

Amy: What?

Stacie: I just saw an article saying she got in a fight last night. It looked brutal. She got her ass kicked.

Amy: Need a link

Stacie: Shared a tweet

Lily: I once killed woman in a bar before

Cynthia-Rose: Oh damn!! Red getting her ass whooped!

Beca: Who fought her?

Amy: Hey Beca, pancakes in the kitchen!

Stacie: I don't know, it's way too hard to see

Aubrey: It was nobody

Beca: How would you know? Obviously it was brutal!

Aubrey: I was there, just leave it Beca. Chloe doesn't want to talk about it.

Beca: I don't care if she doesn't! Who was it?!

Amy: Pancakes! Pancakes Beca!

Aubrey: Beca leave it

Beca was fed up. Aubrey obviously wasn't going to tell her anything. She instantly backed out and went to Chloe's text messages.

Beca: Chloe text me now
Who the hell were you fighting?

Why were you even fighting?
Chloe

Chloe: Well look who can text

Beca: Not now with that. Can you just tell me why the hell you are fighting?

Chloe: Its my fault. I punched her first.

Beca: Who?

Chloe: We need to work on the album. Studio at 2 pm.

Beca: Fine, but you're telling me today.

The day felt long. Beca took a shower and got dressed. She spent the rest trying to get Amy to tell her where Eliza was. Amy always knew where she was back in college. That killed Beca, but she learned to go with it. It mainly killed her because Eliza didn't trust Beca enough to tell her where she was. But of course, Amy insisted she had zero idea of where the young girl was.

After getting dressed, brushing her teeth, straightening her hair and eating some of Amy's famous pancakes. She called for an Uber and had a cigarette outside while she waited. The smoke traveled down her throat and into her lungs, then back out again. Her heart beating a bit faster with each slow inhale and exhale. So much was on Beca's mind. Mainly Chloe danced across her mind the most in front of everything and everyone else. Her phone buzzed with a Twitter notification of a new article that was spreading like wild fire.

"The model (Tom) was seen out last night at Night Zone club. He left the building in tow with girl that has been identified as Eliza Mitchell. He supposedly has broken up with his ex Chloe Beale and is now in item with Eliza. Rumors are now spreading that Eliza was the girl to be in the fight with Chloe. No charges will be pressed" The article read.

Beca was sitting in the uber when she read that. She was shocked and pissed off. Easily it could have been fake. She took a deep breath and just locked her phone. She wanted to think everything over before continuing to text Eliza and in return to get no response. The trees and cars zoomed by Beca. They stopped at a red light when Beca noticed a couple. They were happy. Hugging, kissing, holding hands, smiling, and laughing. Beca wanted that. Of course she wouldn't say she did, but she craved it. She craved it with one person and one person only. Of course that person is Chloe Beale. Chloe might not even want that though. She easily could mean she loves Beca as a bestfriend. Thoughts just kept racing through her mind until the Uber stopped in front of the building that Beca had not been at in days.

She slowly got out of the car and walked to the building. The doors automatically slid open and there was a new person sitting at the front desk.

"Ms Mitchell, Chloe is up at the studio already" He said with a deep voice. He was a classy guy. Bald head, rectangle glasses, black suit and tie. Stereotypical mature business man.

"Hey, uh thanks" Beca said awkwardly and made her way through the lobby. The lobby had a couple maroon colored couches in the center. All of them around a table. To the left was a giant waterfall that gave you a calming sound. The tv by the bar to the right played the news. She looked up and saw the many floors above her. For a music studio building, it was fancy like a hotel. Beca never really took it in before, but now she had. She sighed and made her way to the silver door elevators.

The doors opened and Beca welcomed herself inside of it. The doors shut and Beca hit the number to the floor. That's when it kicked in, Chloe was waiting for her. They hadn't been talking in what feels like years again. But now knowing how they feel about one another would make it even more awkward. The doors then
reopened into the hall.

The hall had doors to other studios. The flooring was a white tiled and the white lights made it almost blind you. Beca hated that. The whole hallway was white. It felt like a hospital hallway at times. As she walked down it, her heart race increased, her fingers started to fidget with each other. Her pointer finger and thumb on her right hand, playing with the pointer finger on her right. Slowly the two fingers made their way to each one of her fingers on her left. Obviously a sign she was anxious. Her hand met the door handle to the studio and opened it. No going back now.

That's when Beca saw her. There was a girl sitting in Beca's spot and Chloe giggling up a storm. "Oh hey Beca, uh can we talk?" Chloe asked and Beca nodded. Chloe pulled her back into the blinding hall and Beca sighed.

"Hey listen, I know it was Eliza. We're gonna talk, but us-"

"You're fired" Chloe said those two words. They were breaking. Beca was shocked. Beca had never been fired from any production project. She never expected her first to be Chloe. "I found this amazing producer and I didn't want to ruin us-"

"You tell me you love me right? Then you go and kiss your boyfriend. Then you beg for me to talk to you. Then you fire me?!" Beca yelled. She was pissed off as hell.

"He's not my boyfriend-"

"Oh sorry, yeah I know. He's with fucking Eliza!" Beca yelled.

"Stop yelling" Chloe whispered and took Beca's hand into her own. She ran her thumb over the girls knuckles to calm her down. It instantly worked.

"Why?" Beca asked.

"I didn't want to ruin us. You mean so much and I want to try us" Chloe whispered and Beca looked up from looking down at her boots.

"What do you mean?" Beca asked.

"I want us"

A/N Thank you so much for 1k reads! It's not alot to some, but to me it's more then I ever could think for the amount of reads my books get. It means so much. Thank you and I love you all