Ever Swiftly Moving: Bechloe One Shots
Beca Saves Chloe
Author's Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to post a story up that was just a series of Bechloe one-shots. I'll update as I write them. I made a huge list of a bunch that I want to write. So. :) I hope you like them. And please review. I have other Bechloe stories too. I need to finish them.. Lol.
Beca Mitchell had her headphones around her neck as she strolled across campus, from the cafeteria to her dorm. It was late, after nine, before nine thirty, and she felt safer having her ears and her eyes alert. She'd seen enough horror movies and read enough crime articles to know that walking alone at night on a college campus was dangerous, especially for a small brunette such as herself. So she stayed focus and listened for any signs of trouble.
She saw the guys before she heard them. There were three of them, crowded near a wall, around a girl. Beca could see royal blue high heels between the sea of sneakers. They were down an alley way between to buildings. Beca never went that way; she always went around, just in case. Now she was momentarily stunned. She stopped, waited, tried to come up with a plan. Her phone was dead. It was practically always dead.
"What?" one guy said, his voice gruff and forceful. "We're not hot enough for you?"
"Maybe she doesn't know what she wants," another voice said.
"Maybe we should show her," the third one suggested.
Beca's blood began to boil. She took her backpack off, shoved her headphones into it and sat it by the wall at the end of the alley. Then she pushed up the sleeves of her shirt, and took a deep breath.
"Hey!" she yelled, wal?king quickly towards them, "You better not be trying to do what I think you are!"
One of the guys turned. "Oh, came to join the party?" he said, a synical grin on his face. She could only make out the gleam in his eyes by the light of the moon and the low light that had flooded down the alley from the streetlights on the main stretch of sidewalk. He was a tall guy, not really big, just tall. The other two were built similarly.
"Actually, I came to break it up," Beca growled. "Let her go."
"Beca!?" the girl yelled.
The brunette's heart sped up, and she instantly recognized the higher pitched feminine tone. "Chloe!?"
"Oh, look, they know each other," one of the guys still holding the redhead said. "Cute. Get her."
The synical guy stepped up, reached for Beca, and she ducked, jumped back. And then, with just enough force, she shot her arm out, her palm coming into contact with the jerk's nose. She heard a crack and winced. Her dad had forced her to take self-defense classes since she was little. She had grown up living with her mom, but he sent money, insisted it was mandatory that she knew how to protect herself. Now she felt like she had to thank him.
"Bitch!" he yelled and his hands instantly went up to his face, temporarily only focused on the pain of his newly broken nose.
Beca ran around him, dodged the grabs of the other two guys, who reached out to capture her. She punched one guy in the face and he stumbled backwards. Then she kneed the other one in the groin. Chloe was standing against the brick, tear rolling down her cheeks, seemingly scared out of her mind. They wasted no time. Beca took her hands, pulled her down the alley way, grabbed her backpack and then hurried them out of site of the guys before they could get their footing enough to chase them.
The science building was nearby, and Beca went to it. Classes got out at 8:45 but the janitors usually cleaned until around 9:30. She had late meetings sometimes with the Bella's in some of the buildings until 10 or even later if Aubrey was being a hardass. Lucky for her and Chloe, the doors were still unlocked. They went in, stood in the flourescent lights, and caught their breath.
"Do you have your phone on you?" Beca asked, focused on the danger at hand. Any moment they could have came storming in to take revenge on her crazed rescue.
Beca reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out her iphone. She handed it to the brunette with shaking hands, and allowed the other girl to type 911. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath while the other girl described the attack, where it happened and where they were hiding.
The DJ's mind was still racing, but the second she hung up, she could think of nothing else but comforting Chloe. She tossed her arms around the older girl's shoulder and pulled her close. "Oh my God, I am SO sorry that happened. You CAN'T walk alone anymore, okay?"
The redhead was still sniffling. She was three years older than Beca and yet, in that moment, she felt so much weaker, so much more dependent on the other girl. She brought her hands up, took Beca's face in her fingers and said, "You saved me."
"Of course," Beca replied, "Those guys are scum. The police will get them. They didn't hurt you did they?" She lifted her hands too, and brushed Chloe's hair out of her face. She used her thumbs to wipe the mascara from her cheeks.
"No, no, you got there just in time," Chloe assured her. "You have no idea how lucky I am." Her blue eyes scanned the brunette's face. "Are you alright? I had no idea you could fight."
"My dad made me take classes," Beca explained. "Like every summer. It's mostly self-defense, but I had a few karate classes too." She looked at her hands then, and noticed her knuckles. "Aside from these," she showed Chloe the blood on her hand, where her knuckles had been busted against one of their faces, "I'm fine."
"Bec," Chloe frowned. "That looks painful."
"No, it's nothing," the younger girl assured. "Just battle wounds. C'mere." She pulled the redhead back into her arms and held her tight, rubbing her shoulders with her hands, tracing the bumps of her spine with her fingertips. Not long after, they heard sirens, and they went outside to wait for the cops. Two guys got out of a squad car and approached the girls, holding out badges and flashlights, as if their vehicle wasn't enough proof of their identification.
"You the two ladies that placed the call?" one of the men said.
Beca nodded. "Yeah, I called. But it happened to Chloe. They were down that alley," she pointed in the direction they had came from. "But they're probably gone now."
"Are either of you hurt?" he asked.
"I'm not," Chloe told him. "But she punched one of them in the face and so her hand is bloody. Does that matter?"
The officer shook his head. "If it's the same group of guys that have been harassing women lately, they deserve it. We have about five counts of sexual harassment and attempted rape on these guys. The best you two can do right now is to head home and get some rest. As soon as we get a statement from you both."
Beca and Chloe both explained their part in the ordeal and then the cops got back in their car and drove them the rest of the way across campus. He took their numbers and said that he would call with more information. He said that they would file an official report as soon as they got back to the station. Beca thanked them and then she took Chloe's hand and lead her inside the building.
"I mean it when I say I don't want you walking alone anymore," she said, holding the door open for the redhead. "If you need to go out, you take me with you, you understand me?" She knew she was sounding kind of stern but she wanted to make sure Chloe understood.
The other girl just nodded. "I understand." They rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, where they both lived. When the metal doors slid open, they stepped out and stood in the hall, preparing to split ways. Chloe lived on one end of the hall, and Beca on the other, but the younger girl didn't want to leave her friend, and the feeling was mutual.
"Stay with me tonight?" Beca asked, their fingers still linked.
Chloe was shaken up, but she was also incredibly relieved and grateful. Being pinned against the wall by three college guys had been terrifying. For a moment she had thought that it was over, that they would do whatever they wanted and she was powerless to stop them. She'd gotten out of a work meeting in the student employment office and thought taking the alley way would be a short cut. If it hadn't been for Beca.. She looked at the brunette, saw the concern in her eyes, the worry painting her face. She wanted to properly thank her, but no words came out. And so she did what she knew would work just as well, if not better.
She stepped forward, let go of Beca's hand and instead brought it up, curled her fingers around the younger girl's jaw and guided her face forward. She kissed her sweetly, their lips pressing together gently, her other hand touching Beca's shoulder, sliding down to hold her other hand, squeezing it lightly. The brunette sighed against her, held onto Chloe's hips, kissed her back, stunned but entirely pleased. She'd been wanting to kiss her for a long time. Pretty much since the day they met.
When their mouth parted and Chloe stepped back again, she said, "I'd love to stay with you. Will you roommate mind?"
Beca's head was spinning. "It doesn't matter if she does," she told her, "there's no way you're leaving my side tonight." And she took her hands again and lead her down the hallway, the taste of the other girl still in her mouth.