Hey guys. I can't honestly say this is the first time I've written Fanfiction but this is my first story with Beca/Chloe as a couple. And it's not much but I hope you guys would enjoy this. This is not beta-read so if you guys saw any mistakes, just tell me and I'll fix it right away.
I, in no means, own Pitch Perfect and its talented cast.
Chapter 1
Beca: A long week
I was about to place my headphones on when I felt a tap on my right shoulder. I turned my head around and saw a grinning Jesse setting his blanket down beside me.
"Hey," he greeted while handling me his trademark juice pouch. I accepted it with a smile and gave a greeting of my own. I tore open the pouch up and drank from it. I hummed in approval as soon as the sweet taste of the orange juice hit my tongue.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
I was again about to work on my mixes when Jesse spoke up.
"Prom is a week away," he said while looking at me expectantly.
When I shrugged at him nonchalantly, he gave me an incredulous look.
"What?"
He shook his head at me and I felt my annoyance building up. Well, what did he expect me to say? Prom was just another school event where college students talk with friends while getting lost to the beat of the music with their dates. To which, these types of events are the ones I usually stray away from.
Five minutes have passed and we were staring down at each other. Jesse gave me another pointed look to which I huff in response. What was his problem?
"Are you seriously contemplating on missing prom?" he asked me, his tone full of disbelief.
Once again, I shrugged.
"It's not like I have a date anyway, plus I could always use the time to make more of my mixes." I tore my attention away from him and looked around the quad.
Students passing here and there; but I could tell there was something different today.
Huh, why does it look like the school is buzzing from excitement?
"It's prom week," I heard Jesse say from beside me, no doubt answering my unspoken question. That guy can read me well. It sort of creeps me out sometimes. I glanced at him briefly before scanning the crowd once more.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of red hair and I suddenly became aware of the giddiness that was slowly consuming my body. And only one person could make me feel this way—Chloe Beale.
Sure enough, there she was in all her glory sitting on one of the benches, her circle of friends flocking around her. I saw the Australian blonde's lips move rather fast and they all laughed at whatever joke she said.
I'm well aware that smiles could make a person look beautiful. But whenever I see Chloe smile, I don't think the term beautiful would give her blinding smile any justice. The way her cerulean eyes would light up, the way her skin would crinkle at the sides and the sound of her angelic laugh would be enough to melt these stone hard walls I built around my heart.
I was brought back from my daydream when I felt a slight pain on my side. It seemed pretty boy here jabbed me rather hard to get my attention.
"What?" I looked at him curiously and he sighed.
"I was calling you for like five minutes!" he stated as he flailed his arms around exasperatedly. Again, he shook his head before saying, "What has gotten you so distracted that it took a painful jab at your side to get you to listen to me?"
My eyes instinctively flickered towards Chloe's laughing figure. When my gaze returned to Jesse, he had a goofy and knowing smirk on his lips. I shot him a look. Daring him to tease me. And instead of the desired effect that I wanted, his smirk became a full blown grin.
"You like her."
He stated rather than questioned.
"What? No!" I stuttered out defensively.
"Yeah right!" he shot back.
I stared at him. Long and hard. Trying to decipher whether that silly grin of his was a good sign or not. A few seconds have passed, and still no change in expression. I was expecting disgust or resentment or whatnot. But all Jesse gave me was this teasing look in his eyes.
Maybe if I'll continue staring at him, he'd drop this? Yes, that's right. I'll just stare at him blankly and maybe he—
"Oh I know. Why don't you ask her out to prom?"
I almost choked on my own saliva. Was he actually being serious right now? As if he read my mind, he nodded firmly and said, "Of course I'm being serious Becs. Why won't I be?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe because you being serious comes once in a blue moon?" I replied sarcastically.
He loudly laughed at that, causing some of the students in earshot from us to glance at our direction. It seemed he won't be stopping anytime soon so I smacked him hard to get him to shut up. The last thing I needed was more attention.
"Hey guys, what are we laughing about?" questioned a familiar voice. The figure plopped down at my left side.
Jesse, with his occasional giggles, answered with a pat on my back, "Oh the usual, Stace. Just making fun of good ol' Beca here."
"Joy," I muttered as both Stacie and Jessie doubled over in their laughter. Really, I have no idea what's so funny. Soon enough though, I found myself joining in on their laugher. My laughing died abruptly however as soon as Stacie's words registered on my brain.
"What?" I faced her, bewildered. By this point, Jesse sobered up.
"I said," Stacie began while shooting a quick glance across the quad, "Chloe Beale is staring at you."
Jesse whistled. "Stacie's right Becs. The Chloe Beale is staring at you."
I scoffed. That would be ridiculous. Why would she be staring at me? They have to be playing tri—
But as I shifted my gaze at her direction, I came into direct contact with hers. She broke contact quickly though.
"You should totally ask her out," Jesse suggested for the second time. I was about to retort when Stacie piped in.
"I'm with movie boy here Becs. You should totally ask her out to prom."
I barked out a laugh. I have no doubt I gained some weird looks but I could care less at the moment. "Are you guys being serious?" I gasped in between laughs.
Stacie and Jesse stared at me as if I have gone crazy. Crazy? Me? When they were the ones who suggested asking Chloe freaking Beale out to prom?
"Don't look at me like that! I mean, c'mon guys! Now why would I do that? We haven't even exchanged more than three words to each other!" I reasoned out. I took a drink from my juice. All the laughing made my throat dry.
"Oh, you mean, you haven't exchanged words other than the standard I love you's?" Stacie teasingly remarked with a smirk. But her expression immediately morphed into one of horror when I sprayed her with orange juice. "Beca! Gross!" she exclaimed whilst hastily looking for a tissue.
"Hey don't blame me! You did that to your own self!" I quickly dodged out of the way when she tried to slap me on the head. Hey, I tell you, that girl can slap.
I glanced back up towards Chloe's way and I noticed that she had an amused smile plastered on her pretty face while looking at our direction. Her friends seem to stop what they're doing as well when they noticed that Chloe's attention was somewhere else. I saw the uptight blonde stifle a laugh when her gaze landed on Stacie.
"Oh my god! Beca that was priceless!" Jesse said as he guffawed at Stacie's irked face. I snorted as well, earning a good hard smack from my brunette friend.
Stacie harrumphed at us but I could see the corner of her mouth twitch. I shrugged coolly and grinned. She playfully rolled her eyes at Jesse and me.
"Whatever. But seriously though Beca, why don't you just ask her out?" she asked with a genuinely curious look. I exhaled harshly.
"Geez Stace, I don't know. Maybe because I'd acquire a bruised dignity? Or maybe I'd possibly die from shame if she rejects me? Besides, I don't even know if she likes girls that way. And like I've told you, we don't talk to each other. Heck, she probably doesn't even know my name! What's the point of asking out a girl who doesn't even know you exist?"
"But you do exist in her world," Jesse said and I faced him. "She notices you Becs. I mean, who wouldn't? You're the campus' resident DJ and a great musician at that. And don't get me started on your singing."
"Okay first of all, it's only you guys who know I play some instruments. And what makes you think I sing anyway?" I asked Jesse. My curiosity peeking in.
"Jesse, you perv!" Stacie shouted.
Jesse's eyes went impossibly big and I couldn't help but laugh at him. He resembled a gold fish with his mouth constantly opening then closing.
"You listen to Beca sing in her showers, don't you?!" she screeched. Stacie's words caused Jesse's face to turn as red as a tomato.
"I do not!" he squeaked.
"As if I'd believe you," Stacie retorted and said to me, "If I were you Becs, I'd keep my guards up."
I chuckled at her words. And before we knew it, we found ourselves in the fits of laughter.
A few minutes had passed by before Stacie exclaimed, "Alright Jesse! Mission get-Beca-to-ask-Chloe-out-to-the-dance begins!"
Jesse grinned and gave Stacie a high five before hurriedly going to our classroom as the bell rang. I chased after them as I yelled, "I never said I would go!"
Ugh, this is going to be a long week.
So, how was it? Thanks for reading, by the way.
