Before
The whole school knew before they did.
Beca and Chloe were on opposite ends of the social spectrum- Chloe was a confident and dedicated cheerleader, Beca a studious and introverted scholar. Both were reserved in their own sense. Chloe was confident and amiable, and held a reputation for the amazing choreography she devised for the team's dance routines. She remained humble, despite the amount of people who fawned over her expertise.
Contrary to the cliche, Beca hardly bragged over her grades. Everyone knew she was smart, of course. The smiles teachers give the high-scoring students aren't well-hidden. She's intelligent, but she isn't one to believe in superiority over others because she'd memorized the complex equations or vocabulary that her classmates had merely glanced over.
Beca can clearly recall the first day they met.
Well the first time they saw each other, anyway.
It'd been the first day of their freshman year in highschool. They had biology together, first period. She had already made her way to the decrepit "lab". The tables were grungy, marked with years of idle doodling and profanities. The football team managed to get new equipment each year, oddly enough. She made her way to a table on the right side, lying in the middle, but closer to the back of the class. Beca shrugged off her backpack, letting it slump onto the surface of the heightened desk and pulling open the main compartment to retrieve her supplies, as well as extracting a pair of over-ear bluetooth headphones, and her phone. Students came in occasionally, dropping off their things before heading back into the hall to socialize during the fleeting moments before the starting bell rang. The monotonous, electronic chime came only a second later, and students began to file in.
A minute or so before the second bell was due to ring, A long-legged figure stepped into the class, chuckling as she bid goodbye to the small throng of friends she'd been walking with. Beca idly glanced up from her playlist, an action she'd been doing occasionally all morning when she caught sight of the girl. She was clearly in a freshman class, though her figure and overall demeanor seemed to suggest that she was older- like, upperclassman older.
The teacher, who looked as though he'd graduated only a short while ago, seemed to have the same thought. He paused his typing to glance at the girl, a single eyebrow quirking.
"Are you in this class, or are you looking for someone?" The instructor questioned, a friendly smile softening his features.