Belong To Me (Bechloe)

three.

Chloe's POV

"So you just get the syringe and-"
"Is that this one?" I say, picking up an instrument from the side. "It's kinda pointy. Will it hurt the dog?"
"Chloe, yes, that is a syringe. No, it won't hurt. Fill it with the cefovecin sodium from the bottle and insert the end into the dog's neck," my mentor, Jacob, says, raising an eyebrow at me. I quickly do as he says. I can't drop out of vet school now, it's not like Russian Lit's ever gonna help me, even if I did eventually get a pass in it.

"Good." Jacob smiles slightly. "And that's it. Good work today, Beale," he says, taking off his gloves as an assistant comes in to take the dog away. "Maybe ease up on the questions though, sometimes you need to focus a little more on the task in hand."
"Oh, yeah, sorry. It's just, I love animals," I explain. "I don't wanna hurt them."
"We do what's best for them." Jacob replies. "Vets are pretty handy like that." He laughs a little before leaving the room.

I exhale slowly as I remove my scrubs. Why vet school? Why didn't I pursue dancing or singing? Why am I doing something I only just manage to do well in for my job?

I leave the building and head to my car for the drive back to my house. I say 'my house', but I don't actually own it. Fat Amy gave every Bella a portion of her savings, which meant I could rent something half-decent nearer to vet school, until I earn more of my own money. I figured living in a three-person flat by myself wasn't exactly going to be the best decision. I'm grateful for Amy's money, but I have to say, having my own place now is pretty lonely. And all that time alone means I'm forced to be reminded of how different things are now.

Everyone else moved on, but I still can't. And I don't know why.

The Bellas gave me a purpose. I get that being a vet is also important, but it doesn't have to be me doing all the life-saving stuff. I had a place in the Barden Bellas. It was where I was meant to be. And I guess it gave me 4 years' worth of moments with Beca where I could kid myself she felt the same way.

I can't believe how badly I worded that email. It sounded stupid because it wasn't like half of it was even necessary, it was just an excuse to get a response from her. But I guess it worked, so it doesn't matter too much.

A couple of minutes later, I arrive home and go upstairs, changing into my pyjamas. No one knows this, but I still like to wear my Barden Bellas t shirt as a pyjama top, 9 years since I first got it. Obviously I've washed it in that time, I mean, simple personal hygiene... but anyway, it's comfy and it makes me feel good - it's like the lesser version of wearing my Bella uniform, I guess. Besides, who wouldn't want to keep remembering their past and think about how it'll never be that way again?

I climb into bed and turn on my phone. I don't tend to check it much anymore - there's never any time and we're not allowed anything that'll be distracting during practicals anyway.

I find myself drifting towards Beca's instagram page, which seems to be gaining followers by the day, even though she hasn't actually released anything yet, as far as I know. And the last time she posted was 2 months ago, when she posted a picture of her in the studio with some producers and Theo.

Theo. I don't even wanna go there. If he's trying to get in with her now, let's all pray to God she's not interested. Because if she is, I will have been beaten by Theo. And that really shows something about me.

Maybe when I see her, I can convince her to post something of us?

Chloe, she's his boss, they're not about to start dating, calm down.

But what if my judgement isn't wrong this time?

Chloe, just ask her who she likes when you see her and you'll get your answer.

I scroll down her page to her oldest posts and smile. I mean, it only goes back to the Beca of 2010, but still. Her trying-to-be-cool look with messy hair and dark smudgy eye makeup should look ridiculous, but she somehow still looks hot. But why am I surprised? She manages to make the drowned-rat-after-having-to-jump-off-a-burning-boat-in-heels-look look hot. I mean, it's Beca.

I scroll through the years, smiling even more when we're next to each other in a photo. Which... happened 5 times in a row at one point in 2013. Whoops.

A notification pops up at the top of the screen and I click on it instantly, seeing who it's from.

Beca | 6.47 P.M.
Hey weirdo, just checking
tomorrow's still okay.

She really needs to check? God, Beca is so oblivious it's painful.

Chloe | 6.47 P.M.
Of course, still can't
wait! ❤️

I mean, how much more obvious can I get?

Beca | 6.48 P.M.
Would you be able to
come in the morning?

Beca | 6.49 P.M.
I know I said whenever,
but I kinda wanna take
you out somewhere for
lunch don't judge me lol.

Honestly the fact Beca still uses 'lol' makes me die a little. I mean, cute???

Wait, what? I've just realised the implications of what she's said. She wants to take me out? On a date??? She can't be serious.

Chloe | 6.50 P.M.
You wanna take me
out?

Beca | 6.50 P.M.
Yes

Beca | 6.50 P.M.
Well no

Beca | 6.51 P.M.
But yes

Beca | 6.51 P.M.
Not like taking on a
date kind of 'out'

Beca | 6.51 P.M.
But like a we-go-grab-
food-until-we-explode
kind of thing

Beca | 6.52 P.M.
I hope that's okay.

Chloe | 6.53 P.M.
Yeah no worries

Well, I guess a girl can always dream...

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Sorry it's been a while, I promise you I'm still writing this, I mean I'm currently writing chapter 15 so it's definitely on its way eventually 😂
Hope you enjoyed this chapter 😊