Belong To Me (Bechloe)

seventeen.

Chloe's POV

I feel bad now. I thought Beca might've been mad at me about the result, but it was worse seeing her face when she realised I thought she'd be mad. She's not that type of person and I wish I'd never implied she could've been.

Making my way to the lecture hall (which is unfortunately on the other side of campus), I hear footsteps behind me. I glance around and my heart sinks. Zara. I know I shouldn't let her get to me, but I swear it's actually impossible not to.

"Beale, fancy seeing you again. Honestly I'm surprised you're still here." She's like both Calamity and Kommissar, but worse. "You're headed to the Gartrell building?"
"Yes," I mutter. It's like she's attempting to steer the conversation in a friendly direction, but there must be something else she wants to say. "Why are you walking with me?"
"To get to Gartrell, duh."
"No, but you hate me."
"I don't hate you, Chloe. I just think you should be working harder if you want to be here. Many people would take your place in a heartbeat. Like my friend, Amanda."
"So you think I don't work hard?" I ask, turning around to face her.
"Less than a third is a pretty crap score for someone who's revised."
"I know, but I did. I just didn't manage to write a lot of the correct stuff."
"Then, like I said, maybe you shouldn't be here," she says, brushing past me.
"I have as much of a right to be here as you," I insist, but to be honest, she's put a seed of doubt in my mind now - which is probably exactly what she wanted. Maybe this place would be better off without me... Maybe I should stop trying to do something I'm never realistically going to get any better at.

~~~

"So, as you can see, due to variation, some specimens were more successful than others," Zara explains as she describes one of the biological veterinary concepts to the room in the theory session. I'm not sure how she managed to basically start a presentation on Survival of The Fittest; all she was doing was answering a question, yet she's still going. "Much like some of the people who somehow managed to get in here," she adds, earning a laugh from at least 60% of the room. "But we all know what happens to those who aren't suited. They die out," she says, staring at me before raising an eyebrow. "Don't they, Chlo?"

Chlo. No. Only Beca ever says that. Bec and Chlo, that's our thing.

"Shut up," I mouth at Zara, but now she's started, she won't stop talking. And she's obviously not talking about Darwin's Theory anymore.

It's like the months of indirect remarks have suddenly multiplied like bacteria and they're becoming debilitating, and I don't know what to do.

"Obviously most of the physically or mentally impaired species died out. They would have been eaten by predators. But still, some of the weaker ones somehow got through to today. Got through that application process too." She shrugs, before continuing with her explanation. "It's a shame."

I start to get that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and pray that the professor will take control of his own session again as soon as possible. But he seems to be setting something else up at the back, so he's barely listening.

Zara makes a few more snide, aimed comments throughout the rest of her speech before walking around the room, stopping at her desk.

"Though of course, we have gay people to thank for the worringly decreasing reproduction rate." she says sarcastically. "Then again, we wouldn't want more of them, so I guess it's a good thing they're incapable of having their own children. Perhaps they'll die out like the weakest creatures did thousands of years ago." She sits down on the edge of her desk. "So, to answer your question, Professor, I think Darwin's Theory is basically suggesting that we will get rid of stupid or gay people eventually." She looks as if she's about to stop, but catches my eye and smirks. "Fun fact, Chloe Beale ticks both those boxes, so give her a round of applause, everyone."

What the hell?

I get up quickly from my seat, furiously grabbing my bag before slinging it over my shoulder.

"What's the matter, don't like hearing the truth?" She says, raising her eyebrow at me. "I know you're gay, you're obsessed with some idiot girl - I've seen your social media. And clearly you're stupid, no one else here got 31%, so you don't deserve to be here." She folds her arms. "Oh wait, I know what you're doing, you're just on your way to admissions to pull out of the program, right? It makes sense." Zara smirks triumphantly.

In that second, I have the biggest urge to wipe that smug smile off her face. Without warning myself, that urge becomes reality and I lunge forward, slapping her across the face.

"You bitch!" I whisper in her face before realising exactly what I've done. Shit. I just slapped someone in vet school. In public. Shit, shit, shit.

I run out of the room, dashing down the corridor, heading for the car park before bursting into tears. I slump down against my car, unable to hold in the sobs as they shake my body. I can't handle this anymore.

I'm a failure. I can't ever tell people how I feel. I make way too many mistakes. And now I've publically retaliated against someone I don't like - an action completely unlike me. Am I even Chloe Beale anymore? How the hell am I meant to fix this?

~~~

Alcohol. Alcohol fixes problems. One drink and you really just stop caring. Five drinks and you can barely even remember what happened.

How many drinks have I had? Well, the truth is, I don't know.

All I know is I should probably stop soon if I want any chance of making it home.

Beca | 7.42 P.M.
Hey, when's your session until?
I've stopped writing and I'm so
bored

Chloe | 7.45 P.M.
It dready finishdd

Beca | 7.46 P.M.
What?

Chloe | 7.47 P.M.
Shit. It bread finish

Chloe | 7.47 P.M.
Already FINISHED

Beca | 7.48 P.M.
Oh.

Beca | 7.49 P.M.
Where are you now then?

Chloe | 7.50 P.M.
Bar

Beca | 7.50 P.M.
Oh. Why?

Chloe | 7.53 P.M.
Doesn matterr

Beca | 7.54 P.M.
This isn't drunk Chloe is it?

I decide not to answer. My brain clearly isn't up to typing right now anyway.

Beca | 7.56 P.M.
Shit. It is, isn't it?

Beca | 7.57 P.M.
Just get yourself home please,
I want you to be safe.

Chloe | 7.58 P.M.
I'm fine BECA but if thatss what
you want

Only problem is, I've just realised that I don't think I can actually stand up.

1 mile is a very long way.

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I HATE ZARA
(obviously I don't agree with anything she said, something bad just needed to be said for Chloe to give a reaction 😕
bc I mean obviously I love my LGBT fam, I hardly think I'd be writing a girlxgirl fanfic if I didn't 😂)

ANYWAY now Chloe is drinking... things could go a little interestingly...