"Hey, Aubrey?" Chloe said, flopping back onto the sofa, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag.

"Hmm?"

"You remember that girl that shoved me over and swore at me?" Chloe asked her friend.

"Yeah?"

"She's in my class."

"Oh."

Chloe looked over at her friend, who was lying on the other sofa with a weird face mask on and cucumber over her blue eyes.

"What's your point?" Aubrey asked wearily.

"I don't know...she's an asshole."

"Well that's really professional Chlo'."

"Hmm."

Chloe lay back and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought.

Chloe had moved in with her best friend and fellow lecturer, Aubrey Posen, after her breakup with Tom. Aubrey lived downtown in a meticulously neat two bedroom apartment. They'd been friends since college, and luckily for Chloe they happened to end up working in the same university. If it wasn't for Aubrey then Chloe would probably be living in a motel; her breakup with Tom was incredibly messy, and ended with Chloe leaving their apartment and never going back. All her things were still in there but she never ever wanted to see Tom again.

"She was late to my class, and she missed my first class," Chloe continued to criticise.

"So? You teach hundreds of students, so she's an ass, it's not that bad," Aubrey said.

"I want to make her pay."

"Oh my gosh, you really have gone psycho."

"I haven't!" Chloe protested, sitting up, getting slightly worked up. "I'm so nice to everyone all the time! I was nice to Tom, I was nice to James, I'm always selfless! But look where it's got me, people still treat me like shit! So fuck it Aubrey, I'm gonna be a bitch to people I don't like, I'm gonna be a slut if I want to and I don't even care I'm gonna be selfish for the first time in my life."

"Okay Chlo'. Glad I helped you with this epiphany."

"Good."

Chloe exhaled aggressively, happy with her new plan for life. No more nice Chloe.


Beca lay back on the grass and looked up at the cloudless pink sky.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or are you out participating on the quad?" a familiar voice drifted into Beca's mind.

She sat up to see Jesse Swanson, her workmate at the radio station, sitting down next to her with a blanket. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans as usual. They'd become friends since they started working together- at first she didn't like him at all, but when he stopped flirting with her she realised he was actually a nice guy.

"So, what are you doing outside?" Jesse asked again. "I kind of assumed that sunlight would turn you to stone or something."

"Ha ha," Beca laughed sarcastically. "I am here, participating."

"Why?" he looked genuinely confused.

"Does there have to be a reason?" Beca asked challengingly.

"I just never thought I'd see the day that you'd leave your room, other than for work," Jesse shrugged. "What's changed?"

It was Beca's turn to shrug.

"I just don't wanna be so angry and stubborn all the time," Beca admitted. "I'm gonna try being nice for once. I've been selfish my whole life and it hasn't really got me anywhere. I mean, look at me, I'm here at college, this is like my worst nightmare. So I'm gonna be a good person as of now. I'm gonna be nice. To others."

Jesse gave her a weird look.

"You like someone," he said accusingly.

"I don't," Beca denied.

"That's the only thing that could explain this MASSIVE change of character in you."

"You're wrong," Beca lied.

"No, no I'm certain I'm right," he grinned. "You're blushing, that's why."

"I'm not!"

Damn my pale skin, Beca thought furiously.

"Who is it?" Jesse asked.

"Jesse," Beca warned. "Don't be a douche."

"Hey, I thought you were being nice," Jesse grinned.

"Go away."

"Well, I hope it works out for you and this mystery person, whoever they may be."

"Thanks," Beca said.

"Aha, so there is someone!"

"No!"


"I told you not to be late."

Beca spun around to see Chloe Beale looking as annoyed as she was beautiful.

"It's barely two minutes past nine," Beca said, confused.

"It's five past nine, everyone else is already here," Chloe spat, her arms tightly crossed.

It was a Tuesday morning, and Beca had actually been looking forward to this class. She wanted to set the record straight with Professor Beale, she wanted to be her friend. And more. If possible. But this was not a good start to that plan.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Beca smiled incredulously, feeling totally victimized. "I'm sorry."

"Just sit down."

"Okay."

Beca took a seat. Wow, trying to be nice was not working. And Beca was beginning to think that Chloe really had something against her, like seriously...

As the lecture progressed Beca still watched Chloe teach, hanging on to her every word. She was so fucking hot.

"Beca, this paper is terrible," Chloe said, as she walked around the class checking everyone's work. "It's definitely a fail. Did you even listen to me?"

"Um, yeah I did, I'm trying my hardest."

Beca looked up at Chloe's gorgeous crystal blue eyes. They were even prettier up close. She felt herself blushing unconsciously and had to look away.

"Well it's awful."

Beca had no idea what to say.

"I'm sorry, I just find this really hard..."

"If you turned up on time, maybe you'd find it easier."

"Do you have a problem with me?" Beca asked. "Like genuinely, have I done something?"

"Yes," Chloe said icily.

She walked off leaving Beca feeling incredibly baffled.

"Um, miss?" Beca asked, at the end of the class.

"What?" Chloe snapped. She was sat at her desk, aggressively marking papers.

"You never told me why you don't like me," Beca said quietly, desperate to know what she had done.

"Oh." Chloe didn't elaborate and Beca just stood there, looking at her stare at her laptop screen and awkwardly pulling at her fingers.

"So why...?" Beca asked.

"You don't even remember?" Chloe asked incredulously.

"Clearly not..."

Chloe sighed.

"You are seriously something else."

"Please, just tell me, whatever it was or is I'm really, really sorry," Beca begged her, taking a step closer to Chloe, trying to catch her eye.

"Okay. Last week, I was walking down the corridor. You pushed me on the floor and told me to fuck off. I was crying and got seriously burnt from my scoldingly hot coffee."

"Shit, that was you?!" Beca asked shocked.

"Yes, that was me."

"Well, I'm really, really sorry Chloe-"

"Miss Beale to you."

"Sorry, Miss Beale. Can I make it up to you? Please?" Beca asked.

"No."

"Seriously, miss, let me make it up to you, I feel awful."

"Good, you should feel awful."

"I do, can I please redeem myself?" Beca asked. "Please, I'm begging you."

"Why do you care?"

"I'm trying to be a better person."

"And I'm trying not to be a pushover."

"You're not a pushover. Although, I did actually push you over...which I'm really sorry about, and I'm never sorry, so please let me change your mind about me. Please. Chloe."

Chloe looked in Beca's dark blue eyes, searching for the right thing to do, but the way Beca was looking at her was making her trust her. Damn it! So much for being a bitch to her. Ugh.

"Fine," Chloe agreed reluctantly.

"Thankyou!" Beca exclaimed. "Thankyou, so much. Okay, so I'll tell you how next lesson? It'll be great."

"Beca..." Chloe began. "You're not planning on taking me on a date are you?"

"What? No. No. Why?"

"That would be inappropriate."

"Yeah...and you're straight...?" Beca asked tentatively.

"Well. That's none of your business," Beca noticed Chloe blush slightly. "But I'm not interested."

"Alright, alright. Not a date. I wasn't even planning a date. Look, I don't want you to hate me. So."

"Okay. You're rambling now Beca."

"Sorry. See you tomorrow."

"Sure."

Beca smiled at her and Chloe very nearly smiled too before Beca walked off. Yay! Beca thought.


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