Rumors

You're the Peanut Butter to My Jelly Sandwich

Beca stood in the middle of her room, arms dangling dead on either side of her body and watching the door that recently just got slammed shut by a very infuriated redhead.

Maybe she should go after Chloe. Explain things to her more in depth and try to make it seem like her and Stacie's idea wasn't the stupidest fucking mistake ever. But then again, she thinks if she were to do that, one, Chloe left extremely angry and upset and Beca doesn't want to take a chance of getting punched in the face or something and two, she has never been one to chase after her problems. She is one to run away from them, hoping they would soon vanish in thin air so she wouldn't have to deal with them later.

This problem though, she feels deep in her gut. Like a push or a shove, hinting to her that she should go after Chloe and get her back because for the first time in Beca's life, she actually felt an extreme feeling for the girl and to see her walk away with tears pooling in her eyes and knowing she was the one responsible for those, destroyed Beca's heart to pieces.

Beca ran her hands through her hair, fisting it in the process at the top, trying to think of what she should do. Really, what she needed do was to chase after Chloe and fight for her back. Sweep her off her feet and start her journey to gaining the girl's trust back. But then, there's that weight holding Beca back like an anchor, scared of all these emotions that are all still so new to her.

So what Beca did instead was she cried.

And this alone was shocking to Beca because when she walked over to her bedroom window and saw Chloe storm into her car and drive away, not even hesitating, she was terrified that-that could possibly be the last time she sees the redhead without the girl absolutely hating her guts.

She stayed on her bed for a while, occasionally throwing useless items from her desk straight into the wall, watching them break on contact and taking the time to get her emotions in check.

Soon, her bedroom door was swung open and Stacie was standing there with a worried face full of concern.

"Hey Becs. I just saw Chloe like...storm out of the house. Is everything okay?" Beca looked up from her hands and turned towards Stacie's direction who was cautiously keeping her distance. She knew her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and could tell the moment she met eyes with her friend that Stacie definitely knew everything wasn't in fact okay.

"She knows," Is all Beca said. Her voice was weak and hoarse. Barely coming out audible for Stacie to hear. "She knows everything," Beca repeated more clear with a hint of bitterness in her tone.

Stacie released a long sigh, rolling her head up to Beca's ceiling. "I-I'm..." she started, not really knowing what to say. She knew Beca was upset and when Beca was upset, nothing could be said to calm her down. She moved her head back into position where Beca was just staring at her with a blank expression from her bed. "Beca, I'm sorry."

Beca wheezed out a faint chuckle and cocked her jaw. "Sorry for what Stacie?" she challenged back and the harshness of her tone took the taller girl a little off guard. "Sorry that your "big" genius plan didn't work, or sorry that I just lost the one girl that for the first time ever, I had legit feelings for?" Beca snapped and when she did, a single tear rolled down her cheek and onto her sweatpants.

"Everything, Beca," Stacie defended. She was starting to get hurt by the harshness of Beca's voice. "I-I didn't think any of this was going to happen."