Chapter 4: Total Toners

It had been a few weeks since I barged into Beca's shower. I couldn't get her voice out of my head, and don't even get me started on how we harmonized! However, you can gladly get me started on her body. I didn't expect someone so tiny to have such large bre-

"Chloe? Are you even listening to me?" I hear Aubrey speak up. We were walking back to our dorm room, having just finished class. I stutter slightly, fiddling with my thumb ring, which was now on my right hand, rather than my left. Aubrey was one of the few who knew what the thumb ring meant, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw the change.

"When did you and Tom break up?" I can't suppress the scoff that leaves my lips.

"We were never together, I just decided to end it," I reply. It was technically the truth. A week after I had barged in on Beca, I had called Tom and had completely ended..whatever we had. Honestly, it felt wrong to be with him, especially since things had been rough since last year. I had always liked girls, but I tried to convince myself otherwise with Tom, and when he found out I was actually gay from someone (I honestly don't know who), he turned cold and heartless, and said it was his goal to "turn me straight". The only reason I stayed with him was because I'm a nice person, even when I really want to be a bitch.

Okay, and it kinda felt like I was cheating on Beca...as weird as that sounds...don't judge me okay? Have you SEEN Beca?! C'mon!

Aubrey stared at me hard, and I twisted my ring once again. It was a nervous habit I had picked up a long time ago. Her eyes suddenly widen and she abruptly stops walking and rounds on me, gripping my shoulders tightly.

"Please don't tell me you have a toner for that damn alt-hobbit-girl!" Aubrey harshly whispers. My eyes widen and I fake a laugh after a few seconds.

"Don't be ridiculous, Bree! I don't even know anything about Beca!"

"Oh, really? You're on a first name basis with her now?" She points out.

I gulp harshly and sigh. I shake off her grip and quickly walk to our dorm, and Aubrey practically has to run to catch me.

"YOU HAVE A TOTAL TONER FOR THAT MIDGET, OH MY GOD CHLOE GET BACK HERE!"

AN: Okay, I know it's a short chapter, but I'm really focused on What To Expect When You're Expecting Bechloe, and I just spent like two hours on the new chapter I just posted. I'm really doing this story to lift my spirits after I write such dark stuff in the other one. Kind of like a comedic relief, of sorts. Sorry if it's not good. I had actually already written this chapter, but Microsoft Word froze and didn't save any of it, even though I had spent such a long time on it. When I tried to recover it, it almost crashed my computer, so I'm so sorry this chapter isn't what it really should be. I promise I will try harder on the next chapter!