She was always trouble. The way her ocean blue eyes glinted dangerously in the moonlight. She had a pull on people, anyone would do anything for my Beca. Everyone wanted her, that was no secret, but the one she wanted was me.

I'll never understand why. She was small, only 5'1", but she commanded the room. I was shy and timid. Where she was a bad girl, hardened by her life; I was a girl next door type with nothing to complain about. But something happened that afternoon on the Quad. She made my knees go wobbly. All my constitution blew away with the smoke she exhaled as she passed on the pipe, She locked her eyes on mine and walked over.

"Look… I don't know you, but I want to. Let me take you out. Please?" the first words Beca Mitchell ever said to me.

"Why? So you can go laugh about it with your hood friends afterwards? Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass." the first words I ever said to her. I shouldered my bag and got up to leave. She grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"No, because you intrigue me. Everyday you come out here at two, sit against this tree and read. Not study, but read. Like, novels. Some real fucking nerdy shit sometimes. However, lately I've seen you out at a few clubs and you party like the world's going to end. Not to mention you're on the baseball team. You've got dimension, depth, you leave nothing to go off of. I can't figure you out, and I want to. So badly." she grinned and her ocean blue eyes flashed. A sight I still swoon for.

"One date Mitchell. You can have one date. If I don't like it, you and your friends find a new place to get stoned. If I do like it, well, maybe we can do it again sometime." I took out my notebook and wrote down my dorm address on it, along with my number. "Nine o clock tonight sound good?" I asked her.

"I'll be there. It was really nice to finally talk to you Chloe." she smiled then, and it seemed foreign on her face. Like somehow, that smile had never belonged.

~ That Night~

"You're joking, right? You don't actually expect me to get on that deathtrap?" I asked shocked as Beca leaned against a green street bike, finishing a smoke.

"Unless you feel like walking to South Seattle… Yeah, I do." she said amused as she flicked her butt across the road.

"I have a car. We can take my car. Please God." she laughed.

"Trust me Chloe, I haven't crashed it yet. I swear to you, I'll go easy." she strapped a helmet on me. "Just hold me tight and I'll go slow okay?" I nodded. "You'll be fine doll. Trust me." she climbed on the bike and I got on behind her. I held on to her.

She pulled out of the parking spot. All of the sudden, I wasn't scared anymore. I trusted her. For some reason I trusted Beca Mitchell, of all fucking people, with my life. She didn't even have any regard for her own.

We got to the restaurant in a half hour's time. I was actually sad to be getting off the bike. I kinda liked it.

We sat down and Beca started asking me all kinds of questions. She wanted to know about where I grew up, what I liked to do, what I wanted to be, my favorite music, everything. She was genuinely interested too. When I'd tell her a story she would laugh at all the right spots, and ask for more details if she was confused. She cared about the things I said. She wasn't shy about answering questions either. She told me about her past, and how she grew to be the person she is. Her brother, for all intents and purposes, was her rock. She told me about how they found each other, how they protected each other. Beca had a lot of pain. She grew up on the streets of Chicago, and from what she said of the place… It wasn't pleasant. Finally at about 12:30, the waitress had to ask us to leave. Beca paid for the check and we left.

Beca took me back to campus. When I climbed off the bike and handed her helmet back to her, she looked at me expectantly.

"Can I see you again?" she asked.

I wanted so badly to toy with her, to play 'hard to get', but I couldn't. I already had it bad for her.

"You had better. I had a really good time tonight. Call me sometime okay? Thank you for tonight. Good night Beca." I kissed her quickly on the cheek, and went upstairs.

As my door clicked shut behind me, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I answered it.

"Is it too soon? I kind of miss being around you already." Beca's voice came through the phone.

"Come on up. Third floor."