Chapter 8: Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall

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Chloe's P.O.V

Classes this morning were so boring, my Russian Lit class was by far the worst. Stupid lecturer. I couldn't wait to get out of here, why didn't I pick my major to be in music? Oh that's right, because my father wanted me to follow in his footsteps, become some sort of European VIP, meet a great "guy", get married, have kids, and then I might even make them grow up to fucking HATE WHO THEY ARE! "Aaagh!" I shout in the middle of class causing everyone to turn towards me, I clear my throat and apologise for disturbing the class by making up some bullshit like 'I don't understand and it's making me frustrated.' The lecturer just scoffs at me and rolls his eyes telling me that I should be paying more attention.

Great now I feel stupid, why do teachers do this? When a student is finding it hard to learn something they embarrass them in front of the whole class, why? Okay fair enough I wasn't even paying attention but when I do they just make me feel so small, kind of like my father does whenever he comes to visit.

"Chloe you're not trying hard enough in school!"
"Do you want to be successful or a useless waste of space?!"
"You're such a disgrace to this family!"
"Did you hear Mr. Robinson's eldest is gay? He has brought shame upon that family, Chloe if you ever think about doing anything like that you'll be kicked out on the street!"
"You will not ruin this family's reputation!"
"Why can't you be more like your brother and sister?!"

I can feel my cheeks turn red, my eyes sting, I don't know what's happening, all I can hear is my father shouting at me, there's a ringing in my ears and I can feel my pulse beat through them. Suddenly my lecturer is standing in front of me and I can see his lips moving but I hear nothing, then- slowly but surely I can hear the sounds of the classroom coming back to me.

"Miss Beale? Miss Beale, are you okay?"

I'm in a daze, I nod slowly bringing my hand up to my head, the pounding in my head is nauseating, I need to lie down. The lecturer calls one of the students over to bring me to the nurse, but I refuse and say that I'm perfectly fine and I just need some sleep, but he still pursues me to see the nurse, I keep saying I'm 'no' and that 'I'm fine' but he doesn't listen. The sounds that I have heard my entire childhood keep playing over and over in my head and I can't take it, before anyone can stop me I gather my things and run out of the classroom, I'm running through the corridors and once I exit the building I turn right and I immediately smack into someone knocking their things- and them over.

"What the fuck dude?! Watch where you're- oh. Chloe it's you, sorry I-" I immediately crouch down next to the brunette and hug her tightly, I can awake she is surprised by my actions but quickly returns the hug, once we pull apart she looks at my face and suddenly her face drops. "Chlo? What's up?" I bury my face into her shoulder again and I keep crying. "Umm- people are staring Chloe, why don't we go and talk somewhere private hmm?" I pull my face from her shoulder and she wipes my tears with her thumbs, I help her gather up her things and we head towards her dorm.

"Kimmy Gin is at some Korean thing so we have-" suddenly my stomach grumbles and Beca lets out a little chuckle. "Hungry?" I blush slightly as I nod my head and she gives a little nudge on my shoulder. "Cmon I know this great burger place not too far from campus- we can walk or I'll drive, which one would you like to do?" She asks as she spins her car keys around her finger, she's so sweet! I shrug my shoulders and say that I don't mind, she grins a little at me. "A walk it is!" I giggle a little and I can see her smiling back to me, her smile is literally the cutest thing ever.

Beca and I are walking along the street and I notice a tattoo on her arm, of a grasshopper, strange but usually the strangest tattoos have the weirdest stories, weirdest being the most intriguing ones. We've been walking in silence for a while, but it's a very comfortable silence, but I would like to know the story behind her rather strange tattoo so I decide to bring it up.

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