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Two weeks. Two fucking weeks that Beca Mitchell has trouble sleeping. When she is able to fall asleep, she wakes up a few hours later from a nightmare. She felt weak and even eating was difficult for her. That day, again, Beca was awakened by her own scream. She was sweaty and could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to catch her breath while running a hand through her hair. Beca looked around and recognized her living room. She had fallen asleep on the couch again. Fortunately, she had less trouble sleeping in the daylight. The brunette turned her head to the clock on the wall and saw that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. She checked her phone and saw an SMS from her father. He wanted to see her...
Beca knocked on the door of her father's office.
"Come in."
"You wanted to see me?"
"Oh, Becs! Yeah. Sit down for a minute."
She closed the door and took a seat. She started to play with her fingers, knowing what it was about. He was worried about her.
"I wanted to see if you would come."
"Everything's fine Dad."
"No, it's not, Beca... You quit your job, your friends are telling me that you don't go out anymore and I can see on your face that you don't sleep well."
Beca crossed her arms, sighed and looked down. Seeing that she was shutting him out, her father stood up and seated beside her.
"Becs... You had a traumatic event and even if your wounds have healed well, I know that something inside you is not. You need time Beca, but you also need to talk about it."
"And, if I don't want to?"
"Okay, then would you do something for me?"
She looked at him with suspicion and gave up. She had to give him something if she wanted him to stop worrying about her.
"Try and see."
"I heard that some of my former students were giving Self defense classes. You can learn how to defend yourself to feel more confident and that will get you out of your apartment."
"Oh, god."
"Come on Bec. It's one hour and if you're not convinced, you're not obligated to go back next weeks."He said, offering her a way out because he knew that if he pushed her too hard, she was going to lock herself on herself again. Now he was waiting and she knew he would not retreat.
"Alright... I'll go." Beca said raising his arms in exasperation.
"Great! It's here in Barden and its tonight 7 o'clock."
"Tonight?"
"Is that a problem?"
If she said yes, he would know he was right about her but she was stubborn, just like him.
"Not at all. Just a little bit last minute."
"Sorry about that. I have to go to a meeting but see you on Thursday for dinner?"
"Yeah."
"Perfect! Have a good day. Love you Bec." He said before he passed the door.
She was so screwed.
She parked the car in the parking lot of Barden University where the self-defense course was, but she was not sure she wanted to enter. It had been over two weeks that she had not seen anyone other than her father.
"Come on Dude..." She told herself. "One course and that's it."
She entered the building and with a little hesitation, she opened the door of the training room. Beca looked around. There were some punching bags, mats and other things she did not even know what it was. There were people, but not as much as she thought. All she knew was that she did not feel at home. For the next fifteen minute, Beca took care to keep her eyes down and to stand at the back of the room. She finally looked up when a young woman started to speak.
"Alright, guys!" She said clapping her hands trying to get our attention. "I'm Chloe Beale and this is Aubrey Posen. Today we're going to show you the basics. So, who's ready to learn?"
Her heart starts rising at the view of the redhead. Beca didn't believe it. That girl was her instructor? She was all smiles and his eyes were the most beautiful things she ever saw. She seemed really energetic and happy. Everything Beca wasn't. The brunette's hands started sweating and her mouth got drier.
"Wow... What's going on, dude?" She asked herself wiping her hands on her pants.
The class ended quickly. Beca had tried to follow as much as she could, but it was hard for her to focus, even if she was looking at the redhead all the time. She was exhausted, but she didn't think she could sleep anyway.
"Hey!" Beca heard before she can pass the door.
Shit...
Beca stops herself for not being rude and turned around. She felt her eyes got bigger when she saw who it was. Chloe was there with her smile and her bright blue eyes. Damn, she was nervous again.
"Hi! I'm Chloe." She said wanted to shake her hand.
Beca's hands were so sweaty that she chooses to ignore it. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks.
"I know, you're the teacher, so... "
Come on Beca, try to be nice...
Chloe dropped her hand but continued to smile, letting out a laugh. It was the cutest thing in the world.
What?
"That's pretty right. And your name is ...?"
"Oh shit. Sorry." She said, returning to her senses. "I'm Beca."
"Nice to meet you, Beca."
The blond instructor arrived and ignored Beca superbly. What a ray of sunshine ...
"Ready to go, Chlo?"
"Yeah! Will you be here next week?" Chloe asked Beca with so much hope in her voice that the brunette could not tell her no.
"I think so."
"Awesome! See you next week, Beca!" She said with a wink, before going through the door.
"Yeah..."
She put her hands on his head. Idiot. She wasn't supposed to continue this class.
"So! How was the self-defense course?" Her father asked, bringing two cups of tea.
All she could remember of the course was the redhead.
"Great, I guess."
"I heard that the girls who give the class are great too."
She choked on her tea. What was that?
"You alright, Bec?"
"What do you mean great?" She asks, not responding to the question.
"Only that I heard that they are good."
"Oh yeah. They seemed good."
Relax dude. This is not the Spanish Inquisition.
Maybe she wasn't obligated to return to that class. Maybe she could just find learn by herself on the internet and forget that Chloe Beale.
"Hey dad, I need to go but thanks for the tea."
"Alright. See you next week for our Thursday night."
"Yep."
"Beca," he said before she could go. "I am really glad you choose to return to the self-defense courses. I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks, dad."
Damn it. What am I going to do?