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skylathescholarly · 14 days ago

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OH NO I FEEL SO BAD NOW FRICK FRICK FRICK I'M SORRY CHLOEEEEEEEEEEEE

okay this poor sweet child i love her and will protect with everything i am save the sweet childrennnnnnadklfga;jg;ajkgh;jhgkjdfgaljkdg;ajkdfhg;ajkdfhg

Asten, sweetheart, please make good choices. PLEASEEEEEE

getting the first hints of fishiness at Redwood... no cameras (or no consequences) is realllll sus.

love you friend, thank you so much for this amazing chapter! I lovve how you always develop your characters so well and relatably!! (screw whoever ssaid they don't act their age because um yes they do especially bc of their backgrounds fr)

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

don’t ask me how i put this out so fast just marvel… jk

also BENTLEY’S FIRST MOMENT™︎ WITH A GIRL

part twenty-nine

❝ SPITE ❞

SATURDAY — JULY 28 — 8:07PM

BENTLEY WENT BACK TO THE MAIN GYMNASIUM, WORKING HIS WAY BACK THROUGH THE CROWD TO ASTEN AND LAYLA.

“What was that about? You just took off,” Asten asked as soon as Bentley returned, scanning him questioningly with his green eyes. Bentley glanced at him, then at Layla, who was looking at him just as curious, then at Vera, who was still onstage, and, finally, back through the doorway where Chloe had been. Crying. Because of him.

“I saw someone I needed to talk to,” He replied, glancing back at Asten, at his sort of fixed blue hair. “But I didn’t catch them in time.”

Bentley looked back at the stage and watched Vera and her band move around on it. He felt Asten’s eyes lingering on him for a while, but eventually, he looked away, too.

Vera was onstage for probably half an hour, and the whole time Bentley was really focused on not having shiny eyes. (It was kinda hard because you can’t feel shiny eyes… so maybe he just looked mad. He’d ask Asten later.)

But finally, she and her band left the stage, and, about two minutes later, she pushed through the crowd toward them.

“That was amazing!” Layla squealed, running up and engulfing her best friend in a bone-crushing hug.

“Thanks, L,” Vera replied, hugging her back, locking eyes with Bentley over Layla’s shoulder. She smiled softly, the same kind of way she had on stage, and he smiled back.

(Were her eyes shiny, or was it just the lights?)

“I didn’t know you were in a band,” Was what he finally said. Vera wriggled her way out of Layla’s embrace and stepped up to him with a shrug.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Red,” She snickered, folding her arms in front of her. “But yeah — being a famous singer is, like, my dream. Mrs. Hastings helped me find people here to make a little band. We may not have a tour bus and sold out venues, but it’s fun to play here.”

Bentley hummed. “It’s really cool.”

“Thanks… but you’d take that back if you heard the band name,” She snorted. “The boys named it. After the Apocalypse.”

“That’s not bad. What about hootie and the blowfish? That’s a bad band name,”

“Hey! Don’t sleep on hootie!” She ordered with a laugh. “They were actually pretty good.”

“I didn’t say they weren't,” He snickered. “Who’s in your band?”

Vera glanced back up at the stage. “Most of them were friends with my brother, before he went missing. He used to tutor and hang out with the younger kids here at Redwood because he didn’t like anyone his age.”

Bentley said nothing to that, but glanced up at her. She’d heard her mention her brother before, but he didn’t know he was missing. Why was she acting so… casual about it?

“It’s fine, I mean, he went missing when I was, like, eight,” She shrugged. When Bentley scrunched his face up in confusion, she cringed. “Oops, I just read your mind. Sorry. Sometimes I hear it so naturally it sounds like you’re talking to me.” She sighed. “But yeah. They say he went missing, but I saw him leave in his car when he was sixteen. So he’s probably just out there doing what he wants. I don’t blame him — my parents were trash.”

Bentley hummed, glancing back at the stage. “What’s his name?”

“Noah,”

He, again, said nothing. He couldn’t imagine one of his siblings going missing… let alone for seven years.

Seven years. Was Noah Levante even still alive?

“Of course he’s alive!” Vera suddenly blurted, and when Bentley looked over at her, she huffed. “Sorry, I did it again. But he’s alive. The police are still looking for him.”

“Okay,” He replied simply, glancing back at the stage.

A moment of quiet came and went.

“Anyways, you asked about my band,”

Vera went on naming the members of her band and telling Bentley about them, but the whole time, he could only think about Noah.

And the fact that when police couldn’t find someone for that long, they were usually…

Dead.

—

When they made it back to the dorm, Bentley’s social battery was more dead than week-old roadkill. It was only nine-thirty, but it felt more like two in the morning. Everyone had had a pretty mediocre time at the dance. As Bentley had expected — besides Koa, though, who spent the whole thing with Summer and was happy about it. Bentley guessed it had been fine for him… besides seeing Georgia cheating and making Chloe cry. And talking about Vera’s dead missing brother.

Okay, so maybe the majority had been kinda un-fine.

Chloe really was pretty, but it didn’t seem to actually matter when she was trying to shove it down his throat like she did. If she would’ve been nice to Layla and stuff, they might’ve even been friends. But she made him feel so… weird. Uncomfortable. Gross. Summer and Layla and Vera and even Georgia were all pretty, but none of them acted like her. Why did she act like that? Like she had to prove to everyone that she was pretty?

Despite wanting to sleep desperately, he laid in his bed and thought about her. About why she felt the need to tell everyone how attractive she was. And then, going through all the potential answers he came up with (none of which ended up being good), he managed to make himself feel like a bucket of garbage for being mean to her.

But she was pretty mean, too, even if it wasn’t to him. She was mean to his friends. She was a jerk.

So why couldn’t he stop feeling so bad about what he’d said? It was even true — her dress was really too short. But…

It was nearing ten o’clock, and thirty minutes of laying there with his eyes closed, when he heard Asten climb off the top bunk and leave their bedroom. Then, a few minutes later, a few voices came and went, and the dorm door closed.

That’s about when Summer’s voice echoed in his head: The afterparty starts at ten at Mason’s house — fifteen plus. Don’t be late.

Asten was going again?

Did he not remember… last time he…

What?

Bentley promptly rose from his bed and glanced around their dark room, flipping the lamp in the corner on. He checked the top bunk and desks for Asten’s phone, but it was gone, and when he went out into the living area, it was empty. Rockie and Valor’s bedroom door was wide open to the world — empty, too.

Asten was going back? And he wasn’t going to tell him?

Bentley, with a huff, plopped on the couch and whipped his phone out of his pocket, tapping on Asten’s name — so much for not keeping secrets, right? No, he backspaced that. Where are you? Would it be petty of him to copy the exact string of texts that Asten had sent to him when he was gone? He backspaced that, too. Did you go to the party again? Was that too accusatory?

He emptied out the text box and just stared at it. Why would Asten go back after what happened last time? He came back to the dorm sick and crying and he was going to go do it all a second time?

Bentley stared at Asten’s messages for a good ten minutes before he finally huffed and swiped them away.

All that talk about secrets, and Asten still only left in the quiet after he thought Bentley was asleep. At least last time he’d woken him up to lie to him.

Bentley huffed and raked his hand through his hair.

Asten was just going to up and leave the dorm in the middle of the night and keep it secret?

Fine. If Asten was allowed to do it, then Bentley was, too.

He scrolled through his contacts until he found a familiar name, tapped on it, and held his phone up to his ear.

“Oh, look, the asshole’s calling,” Chided a high-pitched falsetto, laced with something thick that made Bentley’s guilt come back ten times worse. “What do you want? To humiliate me for the twentieth time?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, a strange mixture of feelings swirling around inside of him. He was tired, but he was also kinda pissed at Asten, and he also felt like the asshole of the century.

He exhaled. “Chloe, I… need to talk to you,” He glanced at the dorm door that Asten had so readily gone through without telling him. “In person.”

He heard her hum. “Really? Alright… What building are you in?”

He glanced over at Varian’s bedroom door, like he was about to come out and catch him in the act. “Aristotle.”

“Okay,” She replied. “Meet me under the willow trees — near the fountain between Columbus and Aristotle.”

Then she hung up.

Bentley went back into his room, traded his pajamas out for some pants and a hoodie, then went to the door of the dorm and stared at it.

If Asten wasn’t going to tell him about the party until it was convenient… then he wasn’t going to tell him about sneaking out with Chloe in the middle of the night until it was convenient, either.

—

It was kind of cool outside when he made it to the fountain.

It was quiet — the running water and rustling of trees were the only sounds he could hear. The moon and stars were all that were providing him with light, dimly illuminating the walkways so he could see where to step. He might’ve used his phone flashlight if he weren’t petrified of being caught by campus security. (Which Redwood claimed to have but… Bentley and his roommates snuck off and around campus, like, constantly with no issues? Had he ever even seen a security guard there?)

“Look who decided to show up. I half thought you were just trying to stand me up and make me feel like an idiot,” Came Chloe’s voice. He followed it to the darkness ahead of the fountain, where he could see the subtle silhouette of two willow trees and a small blob sitting under them, a little ways from the sidewalk.

With a sigh (he didn’t let himself think very much about what he was doing — it was just to apologize and get back at Asten.), he made his way in that direction, stepping off the sidewalk and into the grass, toward the trees. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he recognized that the blob sitting on the ground was her — she was out of her dress now, wearing what looked like a huge sweater and leggings, with some fuzzy boot-slipper-things that looked like the ones Summer had worn in the nurse’s office. Her hair was pulled up into a curly ponytail. She was looking at him, sitting on the grass with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms tight around them.

With a sharp inhale, Bentley went and sat himself beside her on the ground.

For a while, they were quiet, with only the fountain and gentle breeze to distract them. Bentley just kind of watched her for a minute — she didn’t really look at him, she just laid her chin on her knees and watched the fountain in the distance.

Bentley sighed, pulling his legs up criss-cross. “I’m really sorry I made you cry. I’m not usually so mean, I don’t… know why I said that. You looked pretty.”

He saw Chloe glance over at him in the dark, and it was his turn to look at the fountain instead of at her. “Really?” She asked. Then she cleared her throat and looked away. “It’s okay. I know I’ve been weirding you out. What you said… it isn’t actually why I was crying.”

He looked over at her in the dark, her features becoming slowly more discernible as his eyes continued to adjust. “Oh?”

Chloe shrugged, and one of the shoulders of her sweater fell off only for her to tug it back up anxiously. “I mean, it didn’t exactly help, but… right after Vera started playing, my mom called me.”

She breathed in and out, laying her head back on her knees. “I’m not allowed to go home for Christmas, because… of you.”

Bentley furrowed his brow, glancing back over at her. “What?”

Chloe glanced back at him, her brown eyes flicking back and forth between his before she smiled sadly. “My mom went to Redwood when she was young — seduced every guy in her path, married into a family of millionaires, divorced him and got all his money. My two older sisters are doing the same — one just got married and the other just got divorced,” She explained softly, looking away again. “My mom wanted me to do the same thing. Y’know, so I don’t have to work n’stuff. She never found anyone for me, but then she just about died when she heard Bruce Wayne’s kid was coming to Redwood this year. So she told me I had to…”

Chloe glanced up at him, her brown eyes bouncing across his face again. “Seduce you. So I can marry you. Take your name. Be a Wayne. Get rich.”

Bentley exhaled lightly. “Oh. That’s… kinda…”

“Crazy? Screwed up? Psychotic? I know. We’re freaking thirteen and she…” Chloe sighed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry I freaked you out. Most teenage boys just fall on their face in the presence of a girl like that, they always have… but then you didn’t, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just… kept doing it, because… that’s what I’ve always been told to do. Even now, it’s… weird. To just talk to you.”

Bentley said nothing. A mom forcing her daughter to act like that… was kind of… he wasn’t sure.

“My moms all about, like, schedules and timing, and she wanted you around my finger by the dance. And you weren’t, so I got punished,”

Bentley breathed in heavily, hoping the reality of the strange and slightly concerning situation would change on his exhale. It didn't. “I’m… sorry.”

Chloe waved her hand at him. “It’s fine. I mean, if I was just normal you might’ve been friends with me… it wasn’t your fault.”

Bentley looked down at his own lap. “That really sucks, though. About Christmas. You just have to… stay on campus?”

“Yep,” She replied, popping the ‘p’, looking out at the fountain. “All by myself while my whole family just… gets together and forgets about me.”

Bentley frowned when he heard her sniffle lightly, and she turned away from him.

Oh, God. Now a girl was crying. What in the world was he supposed to do with that?

“I’m sorry,” She sniffled. “You didn’t care about any of that. What did you want to talk about?”

“I… just came to apologize for being mean,” Bentley replied. “I feel like crap about it.”

“Everyone in high school feels like crap about something all the time,” She snickered emptily, but Bentley was pretty sure she just did it to mask a sniff. “Being a teenager sucks; like I can’t do anything right.”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it does.”

Another long silence ensued where the only thing Bentley could hear was Chloe crying. He glanced around awkwardly — at the fountain, the grass, the trees above them. (What would he do if it was one of his roommates?)

Eventually, he reached over and rested a hand on her back, moving his thumb back and forth gently.

He immediately regretted it when she quickly reached back and grabbed his wrist without as much as turning her head, probably to push it off or get onto him for touching her.

Or… not?

Actually, she… laced her fingers between his, pulled his hand close, and held it.

Bentley was glad it was dark, because he was sure his face turned the color of a tomato. He’d never… and… with a girl? Was this even allowed?

He wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but his arm was at a weird angle, so he just scooted closer to her and… let her. He wasn’t going to be the jerk that was mean to her and then ripped his hand out of hers while she was obviously in distress and needed comfort, no matter how weird it was. Holding her hand wasn’t bad, was it? He was pretty sure it wasn’t or Layla wouldn’t have grabbed his earlier.

It was weird, and he was pretty sure his hand was clammy because he was kinda freaking out. Did she actually think he was… hot… or was that just something she’d said to appease her mother? Was it all fake, or was there a chance that she… because he… didn’t…

For a while, she just cried, and Bentley felt like the biggest bag of garbage despite her saying it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t good at situations like that — he never had been, he never would be. It was all technically his fault, right? That she got in trouble?

(Jeez, he was just screwing things up left and right, wasn’t he?)

Silently, he wiggled his hand out of hers, which earned him a confused, teary look that made him feel ten times worse. Then, without saying a thing, he extended his arm out to the side like Bruce often did.

Chloe just looked at him for a moment. Then, like he’d told her she was the ugliest girl in the world or something, she started crying even harder and pushed herself into his side, wrapping her arms around his torso and hiding her face in his hoodie to sob there. And he just sort of hugged her back. (It worked the same way with girls that it did with other guys, right?)

And that’s how they stayed for a long time.

(And he kinda forgot he was there just to spite Asten.)

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bechloerules-blog · 7 years ago

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Like a bridge over Trebled water

A Bechloe one-shot. Set some time after PP1. Author’s note at the end.

Only ten minutes earlier, Chloe had been having the time of her life. It was Stacie's birthday and the Bellas had all descended on Atlanta's hottest club to celebrate. The drinks had been flowing freely before they'd even left the house and things had only accelerated since they'd arrived. Amy had immediately ordered two rounds of shots, with several pitchers of cocktails following quickly behind. And while most girls now had a blood alcohol level rivalling their high school GPAs, what Chloe had just witnessed had shocked her into sobriety.

"Chloeeeeeeeeeeee!" The overly excited greeting provided the redhead with just enough warning to brace herself before Stacie flung her arms around her and swept her up into a bone crushing hug. "Come onnnnnn... we need you on the danshfloorrr!" As the taller woman attempted to drag her teammate towards the rest of the Bellas, Chloe managed to escape her embrace.

"I can't - I need to find Beca."

"Mhmmmm, I bet you do..." Stacie shot her a wink and a very knowing look, but Chloe refused to engage.

"No, seriously, have you seen her?"

"Ummmm... I think she went up to the roof..." Chloe didn't wait to hear anything else and quickly headed off in the direction of the stairs. Within moments she had made her way up to the outside terrace, desperately scanning the crowd to try and find Beca. Eventually she spotted her, standing alone in the corner, staring out across the Atlanta skyline. Chloe took a deep breath to try and calm herself, but it was a futile exercise. As her heart continued to race, she wondered whether she was doing the right thing. But ultimately she decided that no matter how awful this was going to be, she had to do it. Reluctantly, she began to approach the brunette.

"Becs?" The redhead's voice was soft and quiet as she broke into her friend's reverie. Beca turned around upon hearing her name and smiled immediately as she saw the source of her distraction.

"Heyyy... Sorry, I just needed some fresh- ... what's wrong?" Drunk as she was, the look of worry and sheer nervousness etched across her friend's face was impossible to miss.

"I need to... it's... I... it's about Jesse." Beca looked at Chloe blankly, implicitly urging her to continue. "I just... I saw him. He's here. He was... I mean... he was with someone... a guy someone. They were... he was... they were kissing." Chloe finally managed to finish and started to ready herself for however Beca might react. She expected anger, incredulity, hurt... anything really, apart from the smirk that was slowly growing across the brunette's face.

"Was he hot?"

Chloe could only gape at her friend in response. Beca's indifference had affected her vocal chords far more than her nodes ever had, rendering her totally speechless.

"Breathe, Chlo. It's fine, I know. Well, okay, I didn't know he was here - but I know he's into guys."

"Aguh... fnphh, mher... ajuh.." Chloe was trying to form proper words, she really was, but her mind was drowning in a wave of confusion and questions. Beca made no attempt to hide her amusement at the redhead's failing vocabulary. Although, as it became apparent that the power of speech wouldn't be returning to her any time soon, she decided to spare her further embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, I'll explain. I guess it was about a year after we got together - we were still hanging out a lot, but it was more just as friends, you know? Eventually we talked about what was happening and he told me he thought he might be into dudes. And I was just like... 'Huh. Okay...'" Beca paused briefly to gage Chloe's reaction, but she still just looked utterly flummoxed so she continued on. "I wasn't really upset... like I said - we'd pretty much just become really good friends by that point. Plus it seemed like he was having a hard time with it all... I guess I was the only one he could talk to."

Beca's calm and reasoned explanation had started to soothe the redhead's nerves, although there were still a number of questions that she needed answers to. Fortunately, her next attempt at speaking was far more successful than her last.

"But you're still together?"

"Officially, yes - but it's just because he didn't want the other Trebles finding out. They might sing a capella, but they're still just basically a bunch of frat guys. Wouldn't really go with their image. You know they have a hot tub in their living room, right?" Chloe nodded whilst grimacing slightly. "Maybe he's being paranoid, maybe they wouldn't care. But he loves singing as much as the rest of us - I guess he just didn't want to risk it."

Chloe couldn't help but feel sorry for Jesse, which was not a situation she was expecting to find herself in. She knew all too well the desire to keep performing, no matter the cost. But the fact that he was having to hide so much of himself was heartbreaking. She couldn't imagine what it would be like not knowing whether you truly had the support of your teammates. The Bellas were her family, and she'd be devastated if she lost them. If she ever thought they would reject her for any reason, she knew she'd be broken forever. As her empathy took hold, it proved to be too much to bear and Chloe dissolved into tears.

Beca was taken aback by her reaction but quickly felt a lump growing in her own throat in response. Working completely on instinct, she wrapped her arms around the redhead and pulled her into a warm embrace. Chloe was grateful for the contact and held on to the younger woman tightly, completely powerless against the flood of emotion that was overwhelming her.

"Heyyy... it's okay... come on, it's okay...." Beca was fighting hard to stop her voice from cracking, but it was a battle she was losing. As she held the redhead in her arms, she thought back to that night with Jesse and the highly edited version of events she had just recounted. What Beca had neglected to mention was that after Jesse confessed his true feelings, she had explained she was feeling just as confused about Chloe. It had been oddly perfect in a way, their relationship up until that point meant that they were already close, and now they were bound by the same secret. Perfect confidantes. Over the next few months, Jesse had encouraged her to try and get closer to Chloe, while Beca had accompanied him to a few of the local gay bars. Though apparently he'd been doing some additional recon on his own...

After a few moments, Chloe started to regain some of her composure. She lifted her head from Beca's shoulder and looked down into the brunette's stormy eyes. "I'm sorry... I just... I was so worried... I didn't want to hurt you, but I knew I had to tell you... " Chloe looked away as she felt her eyes begin to fill with tears again. "... I thought I was going to break your heart." she finished quietly.

Without knowing it, Chloe was breaking Beca's heart, but not for the reason she thought. Her raw honesty combined such obvious distress was devastating for the brunette to see. Beca gently cupped Chloe's cheek and guided her gaze back towards her own.

"Chloe, I..." She was on the verge of crying herself now and swallowed hard as she tried to keep her emotions in check. There was so much she wanted to say, yet she knew that any attempt to translate her feelings into words would be hopelessly inadequate. It was fortuitous then, that the alcohol in her system was able to quiet her mind, allowing impulse and desire to take the reins.

Beca moved her hand from Chloe's cheek to the back of her neck, entangling her fingers in thick red curls of hair. She gently pulled the other woman closer and slowly began to lean in towards her. As Chloe instinctively reciprocated the motion, her peripheral vision grew dark and the rest of the world ceased to exist. Finally, they kissed, each amazed by the softness of each other's lips. Since the redhead was showing no signs of resistance, Beca grew bolder and deepened the kiss, eliciting a small whimper from Chloe in response.

It wasn't long before passion was overtaking all sense of reason, both women now only aware of each other. It was the sound of a beer bottle smashing on the ground a few moments later that startled them into remembering their surroundings and forced them to break away from each other. Beca looked at Chloe, who was breathing just as heavily as she was. Some distant part of her mind was surprised to note that she was feeling no embarrassment or awkwardness after making such a brazen move. After years of sexual tension and repressed emotions, the only thing she knew was that she needed more.

"You wanna get out of here?"

"Yes." Chloe replied, almost before Beca had finished. She grabbed Beca's hand and they headed towards the exit.

As they began to descend the stairs, Beca saw Jesse approaching from the other direction, with a handsome, dark haired man by his side. She smirked and raised a questioning eyebrow. Jesse looked shocked to see her, but as he noticed Chloe and spotted their intertwined hands, he quickly began to form a smirk of his own.

Neither of them spoke as they passed each other, but the high five they traded said everything.

***

Author’s note: Every time I watch PP2, I can’t help but notice that immediately after Fat Amy says “So get prepared to meet a lot of sexually confused men” the next shot is of Jesse. It just seems... deliberate. Plus he seems to be so aware of how close Beca and Chloe are. So I just took that and ran with it. And here we are. I’ll let you guys decide how believable or not it is.

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