Chloe loved her sorority. She loved being social, throwing parties and being even more social. She and her best friend, Aubrey- who she met through the sorority- shared the head title together. They practically did everything else together, so why not lead their Littles together? Chloe was the bright and bubbly type, while Aubrey was more of a dictator, not afraid to speak her mind. They both evened each other out, Chloe bringing out the social, kinder side of Aubrey, and Aubrey showing Chloe how to stand up for herself.
"Is the sign ready?" Aubrey called out.
"Almost! I just have to add a few extra things and we're good to go!" Chloe called back.
"I don't wanna be late, Chloe!"
"Oh, hush. We're going to be fine. It's better to be fashionably late than early. Didn't you know that?" Chloe called out playfully.
"You're going to be the death of me, child," Aubrey exclaimed as walked into their living room, "it looks fine, stop tinkering with it!"
"Are you sure? I just want it to catch your eye, you know?"
"Trust me, I think the glitter and sparkly stars are good for that. What are you, in the second grade?" Aubrey teased the red head.
"I just like glitter, ok?! Is that such a crime?!" Chloe looked up from the sparkly/glittery sign to see Aubrey giving her a conscientious look.
"I'm leaving you. Have fun walking to the fair!" The blonde called as she walked to the front door.
"Ugh, you whore!" She called back, grabbing the sign and bursting through the front door. They both jumped into Aubrey's car and just laughed as she took of to the main campus.
They both set up the booth right in the center of the quad. Chloe stepped back to admire the sign she had worked so hard to perfect. She had to admit, it had its share of glitter and stars, but definitely one of the most eye catching signs in the entire quad.
"I have a feeling it's going to be a good day," she exclaimed as Aubrey took in the sign next to her.
"I just hope we don't attract the second graders who you stole this sign from," Aubrey huffed. Chloe just nudged her friend and let out a giggle.
"I'm way to excited!" She said jumping up and down.
"Me too! It's gonna be great," the blonde agreed as they both took their seats behind the booth and watched all the young freshman search the quad for a place to belong. Chloe would hand out flyers to just about every girl that passed by, even a boy or two, too excited to tell the difference. A few took offense to the gesture and glared at the bubbly red head.
"Sorry!" She exclaimed as one of the younger boys glared at her over his shoulder.
"You're going to have to calm down, or we might get jumped," Aubrey whispered in her best friends ear.
"I know, but how can you be so calm? This is our year, we do the recruiting!" Chloe burst, while handing out another flyer, blindly.
"What exactly is this?" A small brunette asked, holding the flyer Chloe just handed her. Chloe, caught by surprise, caught the brunettes deep blue eyes, and was dumbfounded.
"We're they Delta Zetas," Aubrey said calmly, looking over Chloe carefully, "it's a sorority," she finished, catching eyes with the small statured girl in front of them.
"What exactly do you do?" The girl asked, not taking her eyes off the red head. Chloe instantly broke the girls stare as she looked down at her flyer and explained what the sorority was all about. Explaining the community service they participated in, then going into extravagant details about the mixers and parties that they threw, never making eye contact with the small girl.
"Oh, well I'll definitely look into it," the blue eyed brunette said, "I'm sorry, I don't think I quite caught your names," she finished looking at Chloe then glancing back to Aubrey. Chloe looked back up into the ocean like eyes and spoke before Aubrey could utter a syllable.
"I'm Chloe Beale," she almost yelled, then catching herself, introduced Aubrey in a lighter tone, "we're the head of the sorority," she finished, putting her hand out.
"Beca Mitchell," the small girl replied, taking Chloe's hand firmly in her own, then reaching out for Aubrey's, "hope to see you around," she said, seemingly just to talk to Chloe. Beca walked off with a half smile that she wore with grace. Chloe stared off, dumbfounded at what just happened, she froze up. She never freezes up in social opportunities, but before Chloe could make heads or tails of her foggy mind, her best friends voice broke over her.
"What the hell was that, Chlo?" asked the blonde with a furrowed brow.
"What was what?" Chloe retorted, trying to be cool.
"Are you seriously trying to play dumb with me? You froze! That never happens to you, and not to mention that midget was freakily staring at you the whole time."
"No she wasn't," Chloe said, not making eye contact.
"You're an idiot," Aubrey exclaimed, "I can't decide if she's a lesbian or just creepy."
"I don't think she's either," Chloe defended the small girl, not knowing why the words fell out of her lips, "you just need to be more accepting of people," she finished, trying to coverup her first sentence.
"Whatever you say, Chlo, but I've definitely got my eye on her." Chloe barely heard her friend as she was wrapped up in what just happened again. It's not like she got a creepy vibe from this, 'Beca' chick, quite the opposite, actually. She hadn't expected to see someone quite like her today. Beca didn't look like the sorority type, with her dark, ripped skinny jeans and dark plaid button up shirt, with another dark tank underneath. The girls that usually approached the bright, sparkly pink booth were the girls with fake blonde hair, heavy make up, and overpowering personalities. Nothing at all what Beca seemed to be, with all her dark clothes and dark eyeliner and the way she handled herself, calm, cool and collected, while other girls screamed, running up to the booth. Chloe was excellent at handling those kind of girls, being just as bubbly and overpowering as they were. But that still doesn't explain why she froze when the brunette asked the simply question about her own little family.
"Chlo, hello? Chloe, are you in there?" her best friend said while knocking on the red, fiery locks of hers.
"What?" Chloe answered, shaking her head.
"You've been so quiet for the past ten minutes, it's not like you. Are you feeling ok?" The blonde asked.
"Yeah, I feel fine," she replied with a smile, "I feel like there are a bunch of girls that we could mold into the future of Delta Zeta!"
"There's my best friend!" Aubrey squealed, hugging her best friend, " I'd thought I'd lost you for a second."
"I think we're done here," the red head exclaimed, looking around the quad and noticing only a few people.
"You're right, let's head back to the apartment, I'm beat." Aubrey answered.
"I'll meet you back there, I think I'm gonna get some food. Want to come?" Chloe asked her friend.
"No, I'm just gonna head back to the apartment. You'll be ok by yourself?"
"Duh!" she said, knocking into her friend, helping take down the sign.
"Alright, I'll see you back home then," Aubrey called from the car window and pulled off, and Chloe waved. She had no intention of eating. As the car pulled off on the adjacent street, she turned around and looked at the semi empty quad, noticing only a few stoners and what looked like the 'Gym Guys' still showing off there muscles for absolutely no one.
Pathetic, Chloe thought to herself, looking over at the muscle heads and heading off to the library. She didn't have anything to study, but just needed a quiet place to thing through her freeze up today, and why it was bugging her so much. As she approached the doors, she saw through the glass Beca sitting at one of the tables with what looked like her own laptop with a massive set of headphones over the brunettes hair. Chloe suddenly regretting coming here, but was also excited to see the small girl.
Oh my God, Beale. What the hell is going on? She thought to herself, just staring at Beca, noticing how focused she was on the laptop. Against her better judgement, Chloe entered the building. She kept a close eye on the girl without actually making eye contact. From the corner of her eye, never saw the girl move, so Chloe headed to her own little secluded area of the library. She wasn't interested in actually reading anything as she picked up a random book of the shelf and just sat in an oversized red chair. As she recapped the day, someone suddenly sat in the chair across the small coffee in front of Chloe.
"Thought you could get by me that easily?" She heard the familiar voice say.
"I'm really not in the mood right now, Blaine," Chloe answered, coldly. Peaking over her book she saw the tall, blond haired boy with cool green eyes.
"You're always in the mood, baby," the man across the table winked. Chloe shuddered at the thought of her and the tall boy.
"Listen, last year was a mistake, you and I both know that."
"I wouldn't say so much as a mistake-"
"No," Chloe shut him down immediately, "it was a mistake. I'm done."
"Whatever," the tall boy stood up, "You'll be back," he finished as he walked by and brushed the side of her cheek with the inside of his index finger, "they always come back," he whispered into her ear and walked off. She felt a cool shiver course through her body at his touch, and not the good shiver. No, it was a bone chilling shiver, something she felt right in her core.
Why did I date that creep? She thought to herself as she stared blankly at the black letters in the open book, letting herself slip back to the small blue eyed girl. She didn't know why, but even the thought of the girl calmed her down. Chloe had been lost in her thoughts longer that she thought when she checked her phone and noticed it was past eight. She sighed, replaced the book on the shelf, picked up her bag and was on her way out the door when she noticed that Beca hadn't moved at all, still staring intently at the laptop screen. Something sparked Chloe's curiosity as she walked over to the brunettes table.
"Hey," Chloe said as she sat across the table from Beca, "I'm Chloe, from the fair today.
"Oh, hey. Yeah, I remember you. How could I forget?" Beca replied, taking her headphones off, "what's up?"
"Well, I was just wondering what you've been doing for the past three hours."
"How did you know I've been in here that long, are you obsessed with me?" the brunette teased, a smile playing across her face.
"Oh, yes. That's it exactly," Chloe teased back.
"Well, if you must know, I'm working on some mixes," Beca answered seriously.
"Mixes?"
"Yeah, like club mixes? It's just something I do," she said looking over her laptop.
"No way? That's so cool, I love music," Chloe exclaimed, excitement beaming from every angle on her face, "you should check out the campus radio station, you look like you'd fit right in there."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Beca asked, a little defensive.
"What? Oh, no! I didn't mean anything by it. I just meant you look like you might be into the alternative stuff and that's exactly what the radio station is," Chloe tried to repair the look on Beca's face.
"I'm kidding," the small girl replied, "I've already got a job up there," she smiled.
"That's awesome! You'll have to show me around the station sometime," Chloe blurted before she could think about what she was actually saying.
"Uh, sure," Beca answered a little hesitant. Chloe felt like she might've crossed some kind of line.
"Uhm, well I'll leave you to it," she said as she got out of the chair and headed to the door.
"Wait," she heard Beca call out to her and as she turned around the blue eyed girl was coming up beside her, "I'll need your number if you want a tour of the station," she smiled. Chloe couldn't help but return the smile.
"Sure," she replied and asked for a pen. Beca fetched one out of her back pocket and handed it to Chloe. She bent down and grabbed Beca's hand, feeling the girl freeze for a second then relax. Chloe jotted her number down in Beca's palm and called out, "call me," as she walked out the door. Looking back as she felt the glass door shut behind her, she saw Beca staring after her, smiling that half smile that seemed to complete her. Chloe just laughed to herself and decided it was time to head back to the apartment, Aubrey was probably getting worried. As she walked in the moonlight, the only thing occupying the bubbly red heads thoughts were Beca, and, for the first time, she let them. No fighting them, no trying to figure them out. Just Beca, standing there, looking after her.
