Chloe's POV
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I must be sick.
No, I went up to the hospital wing and the nurse said I was perfectly fine.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
I can't think.
And I can't concentrate!
My spells are going all over the place, I made Beca's face explode in painful looking red eczema!
Beca.
She's the illness raging through my body. Her smile. The way she looks. The way she acts. How she dresses. Her infectious laugh. Whenever she laughs or smiles, you have to as well.
I can't stop thinking about her.
I've been trying to deny it.
But I don't think I can any more.
I think I've reached the point where I know what I'm feeling is completely undeniable.
I'm falling in love with Beca Mitchell.