I Know What You Did Last Summer - A Bechloe Short Story

Chapter 1: Summer

                      Summer of 2010

     "So it was just a fling, huh?" Beca spat, blinking away tears. She wasn't going to let them fall. She wasn't going to cry.
Jade stood in front of her, gaze piercing, and unwavering. She scoffed.

     "What? Did you think it was more than that?" Jade asked, as she let out a bitter laugh. "If you thought we were ever more than a fling, then you were wrong."
     Beca ignored the way her heart dropped at the statement. She clenched her jaw, anger boiling inside of her.
     "I have to go back to LA, anyway. So even if it was more than a summer fling, it never would've worked." Jade said, picking up her duffel bag and walking towards the exit of the outdoor basketball court.

     This basketball court. The place they met, the place they kissed, and now the place where they would depart from each other's lives.
     "So you're just gonna leave now?" Beca hissed, and Jade stopped in her tracks.

      "My flight is in 3 hours, B." She explained.

     "Do not. Call me that." Beca snapped through gritted teeth. "You have no right to call me that anymore."

     Jade had never seen Beca so angry before, but she knew this was her doing. This wasn't Beca's fault. It was hers, and Beca had every right to be angry. But that didn't stop it from hurting so much.

     "Okay." Jade said. "Until we meet again...Beca." And with that, Jade exited the basketball court.
Beca fell to her knees, letting out a broken sob. She couldn't stop the tears from falling this time.
     And then she questioned everything.
Why do people love when it only ends in pain? Why should I fall in love if I'm just going to get hurt again?

That's when the walls were built. The walls around Beca Mitchell's heart...

                       _____________

                                2015

     "Hey, Becs? Can I come in?" Chloe asked, and Beca silently cursed, quickly tossing her mix labeled Chloe, into the drawer.

      "Uh, Yeah. Of course." Beca answered. The door slowly opened, and Chloe stepped in the room, flashing her gorgeous smile. I am in so deep, aren't I? Beca thought.
      "Did you need something?" Beca asked.

"No, not really. I just wanted to check up on you, and tell you that Bree's coming to visit tonight." She said with a chuckle, and Beca groaned.
"If Stacie and Aubrey are gonna have sex, tell them not to do it on the couch like last time!" Beca grumbled, rolling her eyes, and Chloe laughed. "That couch is a public space."

"Are you still scarred from last time?" She asked, amusement evident in her voice.
"I sat down on that couch, and then they decide to tell me they had sex on it!" Beca growled. "They could've said something before I sat there!"
     Chloe walked up to her and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Beca couldn't help but blush.
     "You're gonna be fine, Beca." She reassured,
"I doubt that." Beca muttered, and Chloe giggled, rolling her eyes playfully.

"So what were you working on before I came in?"
"Nothing really. Just working on a few mixes." Beca told her, and Chloe nodded.
"Can I listen?" She asked. Beca turned around and opened her laptop, giving Chloe a pair of headphones.
"You're the only person... That I show these mixes to." Beca said. You and one other person. "So you better feel pretty da— darn special."
Chloe grinned, taking the headphones, and putting them on.
"Yep, I'm feeling very special right now!"

Beca played one of her older mixes. One about an old crush. It was nothing more than that. Just a crush. But Beca didn't dare show Chloe the one about her.
"Wow, Becs. This is good!" Chloe exclaimed, not realizing how loud she was speaking. Beca just laughed. Chloe took the headphones off and gave her an embarrassed smile.
     "I was being really loud, wasn't I?" She asked.
     "Yeah, kinda." Beca admitted with a chuckle.

Beca took the headphones from Chloe, and their fingers brushed slightly, sending a jolt of electricity down Beca's spine. Neither of them moved, Beca's hands still on top of Chloe's.
The two looked at each other, and Beca thought that Chloe's eyes never looked so blue, so beautiful.

Suddenly the door swung open, and the two tore their eyes away from each other to see who had interrupted the moment. It was Emily.
"Hey Beca—" Emily said, but she stopped herself, looking down at Beca's hands, still on top of Chloe's. "Oh, sorry. Was I interrupting something? I can come back if—"

"No!" Chloe cut her off, pulling her hands away quickly, and Beca frowned at the sudden loss of contact. "Um, I was just leaving."
Chloe smiled at Beca, and then at Emily before leaving the room.

After making sure Chloe was out of sight, Emily looked at Beca and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"What did I walk in on?" She asked, and Beca rolled her eyes.
"It was nothing." Beca turned in her chair so she was facing her desk and laptop. Emily sat on the bed.
"Sure didn't look like nothing." She pushed. "Why is it so hard for you to just tell her?"
Beca sighed. "What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she does, and I just get hurt...again." Emily ran a hand through her hair.
"You can't know anything for sure until you tell her." Beca smiled a little.
"Since when do you give such good pep talks?" Beca asked, and Emily giggled.

Emily got off the bed. "I'm sorry, Beca. But I have to do this. It's for your own good." Beca gave her a confused look.

"CHLOE! BECA HAS A CRUSH AND SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT IT!" Emily yelled, and Beca's eyes widened. Emily winked at her and went back to her own room.
"SHE HAS A CRUSH?!" Beca heard Chloe yell from downstairs, and she put her head in her hands.

I'm dead aren't I. She thought. So fucking dead.