"New year's eve sucks, it's depressing and I can't be bothered. I told you already Stacie," Beca tried to insist down the phone.
Wearing sweat pants and a comfy red sweater that just demanded to be enjoyed, Beca was lying on her bed with a taco bell take out that she'd forced Jesse to bring her on the shelf next to her bed. It was half past seven on December the thirty first.
"Beca come on! I'm compromising here, just come to the Bellas party with me," Stacie pleaded down the phone.
"Why, I see them everyday at rehearsal I don't need to go to some stupid excuse for a party. Just go to the club night with Luke, have fun, forget about me."
"Becs...Chloe will be there," Stacie said provocatively. Beca felt herself blush instantly, she coughed awkwardly.
"Why would that make a difference?" Beca tried to sound nonchalant, brushing hair off her face, flustered.
"No reason, no reason. So, are ya one hundred percent sure you don't want to go...?" there was a clear teasing tone in her voice.
Beca bit her lip.
"I- yeah I..."
"Great, I'll be at yours in ten! I'll just text Aubrey!"
"No Stacie don't-" but Stacie had already hung up. "Shit."
Beca sighed and closed her laptop, anticipating Stacie's arrival. The vast majority of students at Barden had come back early, including all the Bellas due to Aubrey's insistence. Kimmy Jin was out for with her Korean buddies and Beca's plans of a quietly depressing night in had been scuppered. Damn that Stacie Conrad, always dragging her places.
There was a bang on Beca's door and she forced herself out of bed to answer it.
"Hey baby girl!"
Stacie hugged her tight and Beca pushed her off, totally embarrassed.
"Never ever call me that."
Stacie just laughed and made herself at home, much to Beca's distaste.
"So, where's your wardrobe? Aha!"
"No, Stacie don't..." but her protests were in vain.
"Wow so much plaid...what are you a lumberjack?"
Stacie was flicking through her clothes excitedly.
"Get out my wardrobe..." Beca said slightly pathetically, but to no end.
"Hey, come on, don't you want to look hot for Chloe- ooh what's this?"
Stacie pulled out a black dress Beca had meant to throw out weeks ago.
"This is fitt..." Stacie was looking at the dress with hungry eyes and Beca just crossed her arms tight, fighting the urge to push Stacie out of her room and lock the door.
"Staciiee, just go would you?"
"Put it on?" Stacie asked, ignoring Beca's whines.
"No way."
"Becaa. Come on. Think about it. Chloe will be drunk. It's New Year's Eve. This is the perfect chance. Take it!"
"Shut up I don't even like Chloe!" she protested.
"Yes you do! You sure as hell don't like Jesse."
"I dooo..."
"Don't lie. You two are the worst pairing I've ever seen, I don't even think he's into you."
"Oh thanks."
"But Chloe's into you."
"She's not. She's way out of my league..." Beca said a little bitterly.
"Well even if she is she'll be drunk you might as well take a shot."
"Shut up..."
"Just put the dress on babe."
"Okay..."
But Beca had thought about New Year's Eve with Chloe. She'd thought about it a lot.
"Are you coming to the party at New Year's Eve?"
Beca spun round and saw Chloe looking at her with wide blue eyes and a friendly little smile on her perfect lips. It was December the first after Bellas rehearsal, and Beca couldn't help but think it was slightly premature to be asking.
"I-uh. I don't know," she said, blushing because Chloe was making such solid eye contact and Beca could see close up just how aqua blue her eyes were.
"You should come," Chloe was nodding sincerely.
"Um, yeah."
Chloe smiled and walked off and Beca frowned. Normally she would've made a sarcastic comment, so why the hell didn't she? Why was her heart beating so hard? Beca tried to shake it off to no end.
"Wow, you look hot!" Stacie's jaw dropped in approval, but Beca just pulled at her fingers self consciously as her friend looked her up and down. "Seriously, you look stunning Becs. You're turning me I swear down."
"Dude," Beca frowned at her tall friend.
"Pssh, just take the compliment," she said.
"Whatever."
Beca looked in the mirror shyly, brushing through her hair with her fingers and reaching for her eye-shadow, while Stacie returned to Beca's wardrobe.
"So if I was Chloe I'd be on the floor," Stacie said, from where she was sat on the floor.
"She doesn't like me I swear to God."
"Whateverrr you say."
"Hey you."
None other than Chloe Beale sat down on the coffee shop sofa, holding two mugs and a plate with two cookies. Beca looked up from her laptop, surprised to see Chloe sat there next to her, smirking at her, then realised she was staring, and gathered her wits.
"Hungry Beale?" Beca asked sarcastically.
"It's for you Bec'," Chloe punched her teasingly.
"Are you serious?" Beca asked.
"Yeah of course."
"That's like so sweet no-one ever buys me anything," Beca smiled at her genuinely, and Chloe smiled back.
"I'm not no-one."
Then the eye contact got too intense and Beca looked away and blushed.
"You're such a dork, Beca," Chloe was laughing at her and Beca pushed her.
"Shut up."
"Are ya ready to go then Becs?" Stacie asked.
Beca looked in the mirror at herself. She was dressed in a short black dress that highlighted certain 'cough' assets, along with some pretty black heels, with her hair in loose curls on her shoulders with smoky dark eye makeup.
"Um."
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Jeez..."
The two of them left Beca's dorm, just as Beca's phone buzzed in her purse.
You better be coming tonight Mitchell ;P xx
Her stomach dropped about a million feet at the text from Chloe.
"Show me," Stacie ordered, her eyebrows raised.
Beca blushed and handed her the phone.
"She is soo into you I told you so!" Stacie grinned at her.
"Well...shut up!"
Beca and Stacie arrived outside Chloe and Aubrey's apartment less than ten minutes later.
"Don't pass out now," Stacie said to her friend, and Beca didn't have the courage to even retort, she just bit her lip and stared at the door.
"Hey guys!" Fat Amy answered the door, and pulled the two of them into a bear hug, a bottle of Smirnoff in one hand.
Inside, it was dark and all the Bellas were dancing to some Katy Perry track.
"Hey Amy," Beca laughed, patting her awkwardly, wondering when the hug would end.
"Get a drink guys," Fat Amy said, shutting the door behind them.
Beca followed the others in, and quickly headed to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and drinking it nervously.
As far as she could see, Chloe wasn't even there, where was she? Beca scanned the room but she literally couldn't see the redhead anywhere.
"Hey Aubrey, where's Chloe?" Beca asked.
"Oh, she left to go to Tom's."
Beca's heart nearly stopped.
"But she texted me just now is she coming back...?"
"I don't think so no."
"Are you joking?" Beca asked.
"No why?" Aubrey frowned at her, and Beca shrugged.
Beca grabbed a couple of tequila shots and swallowed down the lump in her throat. Shit.
A/N: Oh no what now?
Just a short fic from me please review merry christmas ily