Beca sat at the back of her psychology classroom, drumming her fingers against the desk. She stared blankly at the front of the room, watching as the clock hands slowly rotated, time seemingly dragging on forever. The brunette turned the volume of her ipod up, the bass of titanium filling her ears. Beca was so lost in the music, she didn't hear Miss Beale dismiss the class, though realised once eveyone began to leave. She pulled her earphones out, shoving her book and pens into her bag, in a hurry to leave. She wanted anything other than to end up in a room, alone with Chloe Beale, her criminally beautiful psychology teacher.

Beca stood and made a beeline for the door,though Miss Beale beat her to it, shutting the door and standing in front of it. "Not so fast Miss Mitchell", the red head stated calmly, looking down at the younger woman, "We need to have a chat." Beca swallowed a lumpin her throat, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Did she know? Had she noticed the way the brunette behaved around her? Beca had been head over heals for Chloe Beale for the past year and a half at college, and thought that she managed to keep her feelings at bay pretty well so far.

"Beca, I think we should work on your psychology", Miss Beale began, "I think you should come up to the office and we can go over a few things." "But I'm at a b grade average", Beca protested, " but thanks for the offer." "Oh, it wasn't an offer Beca, come and see me this afternoon, after your next class". There was a short pause, Beca tried to avoid eye contact, desperate to hide the redness in her cheeks. "Is everything okay Beca?" Hersuperior asked, taking a step closer. "Uh, yeah... I'm fine", she breathed, "I just don't think its a very good idea Miss Beale".

The tall red head took another step closer, her ocean blue eyes staring into Beca's lighter blue ones. "Why's that Miss Mitchell?" She inquired, keeping her professional tone. "Because...Um...Uh..Personal reasons." Personal reasons? Really Beca!? She inwardly kicked herself, hoping her teacher would move so she could leave. But she didn't, she simply took another step closer to the younger woman, leaving only a small gap between them, "You can tell me anything Beca."

The brunette could feel Miss Beale's breath touching her lips, the smell of her perfume was overwhelming. Beca could see every light freckle sprinkled across the taller woman's nose. Her skin was flawless, an her smile... Oh god, that same smile that made Beca melt a little inside, every psychology lesson. "I can't do this", the younger woman said shortly, the heat in her cheeks increasing rapidly. "Do what?" The red head whispered, closing the gap between them. Beca drew in a Sharp breath, their faces were only inches apart now. The younger woman had wanted this for so long, so why did she want to run now?