Poison And Wine (BeChloe)

Chapter 4: Fell In Love Without You

I don't know if it's just me but I think Chloe is acting a little bit strange today. Normally, she would get so touchy and hands-on with me when it comes to practicing the choreography, but today, it's as if there is an invisible wall set up everywhere between us. Maybe it's just me but I think she has distanced herself from me. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe it's not even me that makes her act that 'strange'. Maybe she is not distancing herself particularly

from me, I only assumed it that way. Maybe I'm just so used to Chloe being touchy with me that I just miss it. But I don't own her. I don't own the right to receive all that from her. Subsequently, I don't have the right to feel sad about it or feel a little angry towards her. But I find myself doing so.

"You want to forget about her anyway, isn't it, Beca?" I remind myself.

So I try to look at the bright side. Last time, I finally admitted to myself that I'm falling for Chloe Beale, and I don't want that. I just know that getting into that mess will end up with me hurting myself, or worse, hurting Chloe. I don't

want that. I have convinced myself that staying behind my shields is the best way to live my life. It's just going to be me.

So maybe I should really start distancing myself from Chloe. Perhaps, the greatest possible distance from her would probably be nice. I remember my Physics professor once said 'the greater the distance, the lesser the force of

attraction.' Well, who knows? Maybe that will work.

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"Can we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us"

Ray Dalton's voice is heard in the room as my cellphone rings for the thirtieth time this day. My brother just would not give up even after I ignored his calls for the past days. I'm glad that Luke refused to give my shift schedule at the radio station and that my brother has not

camped out by my dorm room yet. Today, I deliberately ignore Stan's calls as I have decided to devote myself to stacking CDs with Jesse.

"Can we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us"

"Just answer that damn phone, Beca," Luke shoots me a look as he walks out of the booth.

"Just let it ring. We could use some real good music, Luke," I shoot back.

He rolls his eyes then heads out probably for a coffee break or a cigarette break or possibly both.

Can't Hold Us stops, but then rings again as my brother calls again clearly not giving up easily.

"Aren't you really going to take that?" Jesse asks me, shifting his eyes to the cellphone lying on my side of the table.

I shake my head, "It's just my brother."

"Fight?"

"Not really, I just don't want to talk to him right now."

He nods, "Okay."

The ringing stops again. I wait for a good two minutes and nothing came. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally, some quiet time. But then, just when I finish stacking up the CDs, Ray Dalton starts to sing again. This time I answer because let's face it, the music is good but if you keep listening to it for a consecutive thirty-two times in a day, it just turns pretty annoying.