Chapter 1: That's Life
Classes begun less than a week from now, and Beca Mitchell, while finally convincing her father her major was good enough, still couldn't bear the thought of sitting through lecture five days a week. Fingers crossed the material was interesting, but the DJ had her doubts. The tiny brunette walked aimlessly into her favorite coffee shop near campus, Kona's, for her morning dose of caffeine. Today was move-in day. She would need the extra energy.
She walked in, ordered and stood near the coffee counter, replying to a text Stacie had sent her about a good deal on some living room furniture. The three friends had forgotten about living room furniture, each only furnishing their rooms, so that was the other mission for the week.
"Skinny vanilla latte!" The barista called out, sliding a coffee across the counter. Without peeking up from her phone, Beca absentmindedly grabbed the hot beverage. She looked up when her hand met someone else's.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was mine," a raspy voice apologized.
Beca turned the cup, and spotted a name that wasn't hers. "Alexandria?"
The owner of the voice smiled brightly. "That'd be me."
Beca handed over the coffee. As it reached the taller brunette's hands, the barista called out Beca's order. "And that'd be me," Beca smiled.
"You don't exactly seem like the skinny vanilla latte type of girl," the stranger observed, following Beca to the sugar and creamer cart. She popped off the lid of her cup.
"What makes you say that?" Beca smirked, adding a bit more creamer to her coffee. She watched the other girl give her a once over.
"The boots, the bracelets, the badass headphones, which I own a pair, they're amazing... I don't know, kinda screams 'I like my coffee strong and dark'."
Beca laughed lightly. "Well, judging a book by it's cover, are we? Truth be told, I prefer tea but I need the extra caffeine today."
"Oh, yeah? Big day?" The brunette lightly chatted. Beca took a second to glance at her. Her deep brown hair was much darker than Beca's but with a warm tint. Somewhat of a chestnut but with red undertones. Her hazel eyes stared right into Beca's navy ones.
"Just moving into my new place," Beca paused, noticing the light brown powder the girl was sprinkling into her coffee. "Is that cinnamon?"
"Yeah, I'm kinda high maintenance when it comes to my lattes. I always add my own cinnamon. Have you tried it?"
Beca shook her head no. "Never thought about it. Is it good?"
"For someone who's usually a tea drinker, it might make that coffee a little more bearable than drowning it with creamer. May I?"
Beca nodded, holding out her cup. The girl generously shook some cinnamon into the cup before stirring with a straw. Beca smelled it. It smelled good. After a sip, she decided it was pretty good. Really good. "Wow, that's awesome! Thank you."
"Anytime." They shared an awkward but short silence, broken by the hiss of an espresso machine. The girl suddenly stepped closer to Beca. In her personal space. A space reserved for a few select people. She locked eyes with Beca, a playful smile tugging at her lips. It sent butterflies to Beca's stomach, in both a bad and good way. "I, uh, gotta get going. But, if you like this place as much as I do, I'll be seeing you around. Don't be a stranger, Beca," she whispered in her raspy voice, adding a wink at the end. Before Beca could even think of a reply, the girl was already on her way out of the coffe shop rendering a certain DJ speechless.
"Ugh, Beca! How do you have this much stuff?" Chloe complained, loading another box of Beca's into her car.
"That's not even my equipment, don't start bitching now, Beale," Beca teased, sliding in another box.
Chloe retailated by pinching Beca's side. "Be nice, it's hot."
"Okay, okay! Just a few more then we'll take a break!"
The redhead complied, and after about fifteen minutes the couple collapsed onto the living room couch of Dr. Mitchell's home. Chloe closed her eyes, already tired from the heat. She was grateful when Beca handed her a water, gulping it down quickly. She saved some for the tiny DJ. "Babe, enough coffee. Drink," Chloe lectured, switching her bottle for Beca's lukewarm coffee.
"Boo, water," Beca mumbled but heeded to Chloe's advice. It was disgustingly hot out.
Chloe fiddled with the cup in her hand. She decided to steal a sip, figuring a boost of caffeine couldn't hurt. As the liquid filled her mouth, a familiar taste washed over her tongue. She pulled the cup away, staring at it in confusion.
"What?" Beca asked, noticing the perplexed look painted on her girlfriend's face. The redhead removed the lid and took another drink, slower this time. She had tasted this before. Many times before. "It's good, right? It's a skin-"
"Skinny vanilla latte with cinnamon," Chloe finished for her, placing the cup on her table and grabbing the water from Beca's hands to wash away the flavor.
"How'd you know?"
Chloe grimaced. She chugged more water, desperate to rid her mouth of the flavor. "Someone I used to know drank that."
"Who?" Beca asked, thinking how odd it was to dislike such a unique flavor.
"An ex. Doesn't matter," Chloe grumbled, reluctantly to bring up the past. "Okay, let's get going before it get's dark. Ready, babe?"
"I'm ready if you are," Beca said, reaching for her coffee and finishing it off in a few swallows. She kissed Chloe's lips as the exited the house. As soon as Beca wasn't looking, Chloe popped a piece of peppermint gum into her mouth. Even the slight hint of that flavor on Beca's lips was enough to make her stomach uneasy with long forgotten memories of that someone she used to know.
Across town, Aubrey Posen was confined to a medium sized storage room surrounded by spare supplies, old printers and dust. She lifted a three reams of paper, moving them from the ground to a shelf in front of her. She groaned, feeling the muscles in her legs and back tighten at the repetitious movement. She stood, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow and took off her blazer, neatly placing it on a broken computer chair. Her boss, Mr. Getty, had assigned each intern to one of the junior prosecutors. Aubrey was given to a Mr. Wyatt King; cocky and self-obsessed but allegedly fantastic at his job. Sure he was a good looking guy, but right off the bat, Aubrey knew her and Mr. King would butt heads. Take today for instance, instead of actually doing something worth her time and education, Mr. King suggested to the other junior prosecutors they should assign 'tasks' to the interns ensuring they had a 'smooth transition into the real world'. Dick.
So, here she was, Aubrey Posen, recent Criminal Justice graduate, with Honors, from a competitive program at Barden University, re-organizing an entire storage closet because some douche with perfectly coiffed hair and a newly purchased suit said so. She was mid-moving another ream of paper when a hardy laugh filled the room.
"Oh, Mr. Nichols, you're too much! Seriously, lunch next week! I'm counting on it!" Mr. King forcibly laughed as he opened the storage room door. He stopped laughing when he caught Aubrey's attention, his lips turning into a sweet, presumably fake, smile. "Miss. Posen, wow! It looks fantastic in here. I hope it hasn't been too much of a daunting task for you?"
Aubrey's face brightened, trying to hide her irritation. "Of course not! Someone's got to do it, I suppose."
"Suppose, huh," Mr. King bit his lip, eyeing the blonde in front of him like she was the prey and he the predator. "I suppose this type of work wasn't what you were expecting?"
Aubrey felt bile rise in her throat. She wanted to scream at him for pointing out the obvious, but considering her first day consisted of grunt work without any opportunity for infraction, she had to clarify. Kindly. "No disrespect, Mr. King-"
"Please, call me Wyatt," Mr. King smiled.
"Okay, Wyatt, I admit this wasn't what I anticipated but I'm willing to work from the bottom to get to the top," Aubrey assured, her posture erect demonstrating her serious nature.
Wyatt stood silent, but crept into the room, taking in all the work the blonde had done. "Aubrey, let me give you a piece of advice. You wanna get to the top? I'll tell you how. Work hard. Do what is expected and asked of you. Be willing to do what you need to do to get what you want, you know?"
"Uhm, yes, absolutely. I'll do what it takes," Aubrey agreed. Wyatt stopped right in front of her, picking up the last ream of paper from the ground and placing it on the shelf.
He looked her up and down again, "I can see you doing great things, Aubrey." The blonde only forced a smile in return. Suddenly, Mr. King touched her clavicle, bushing it lightly. A look of shock must have graced her face because he stated quickly there was a piece of dust on her blouse. He regained composure and gestured toward the door, "You can take your lunch break. Afterwards, my email inbox is a disaster. I'm going to need you to filter through and clean it up. I've got multiple email accounts, so I'll let you take care of them. Alright? Ask Astrid, my assistant for my passwords and such, I've got meetings for the rest of the day." With that, he bounded out the door and Aubrey could hear his fake laugh cackle down the hallway as he charmed his colleagues. The blonde let her shoulders slump, wondering if she'd ever get to see the inside that meeting room let alone a court room.
Beca neatly set her mixing board on her desk, delicately dusting it off. She turned when the springs in her mattress squeaked indicating the presence of another person. Make that two persons.
"We want pizza," Stacie stated, tucking a pillow under her chin. Amy sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through Beca's CD collection.
"Then order pizza?" Beca said, returning to her set up.
"We came to take your order," Amy clarified. She held up a Blondie CD. "You like this?"
"Blondie? Duh, Debbie Harry is one of the best female performers out there." Beca opened her laptop and with a few clicks, Rapture filled the room. She bopped her head to the beat, wondering what song she could mix with the Blondie hit. "Does pineapple work for you guys? Where are we ordering from, Pizza Hut?"
"No! We have to get it from Romano's. Aubrey and I went there last week and their pizza is amazing! Brick oven and everything," Stacie squealed in excitement.
Amy locked eyes with Beca, a mischievious grin on her face. Beca caught on. "That good, huh? Aubrey took you there?"
Stacie glanced between her two friends. She rolled her eyes. As time wore on, Amy and Beca would always point out how much time Aubrey and Stacie spent together. Beca constantly compared their relationship to the early stages of hers and Chloe's relationship, claiming they would all being going on double dates in no time. "Not again with your theories, Mitchell."
"Stace, DJ Shorty's got a point. When you gonna make your move?" Amy asked, taking it upon herself to put on another Blondie hit: Sunday Girl.
"You too, Amy? God," the tall brunette groaned, putting the pillow over her face. "We are not a thing. We aren't going to happen. Aubrey is my best friend. That is it!" She muttered through the pillow.
Beca put her finger on her chin, a goofy look on her face. "Oh, gee, Amy, doesn't that sound familiar? Man, where did I hear that before?"
Amy played into it, faking an American accent for fun. "Well, Rebeca, last time I heard those words they came from your mouth moments before you admitted your love for the one and only Chloe Beale!"
"Oh, that's right! Thank you!" Beca exclaimed, throwing a pen at Stacie. "Dude, get your shit together. And order that pizza."
Stacie sprung up, annoyance plastered on her face. "Aubrey is with Uni. How about that?"
"I was with Jesse-"
"Uh... About Uni..." the Aussie said in a high pitched voice.
Both brunettes snapped their heads in Amy's direction. "Spill," Beca demanded. She was never one for gossip, but considering the circumstances...
"I shouldn't-"
"AMY!" The dark haired girls shouted.
"Fine! You didn't hear it from me, but I think Brey's gonna end it with Uni. It's been all summer and he has yet to, in Aubrey's words, 'formally and properly' ask her to be his girlfriend. Anyway, she's getting fed up with it. Probably why you and her have been spending more time together," Amy directed toward Stacie.
Stacie sat quietly, internally debating whether or not it was true. One hand, she did know Aubrey's frustration with Unicycle. He was frequently away during the summer visiting family. But on the other hand, Aubrey rarely played into Stacie's flirty demeanor, constantly trying to reel the brunette in. But, when Aubrey let herself tease back, Stacie loved it. "Aubrey isn't like you or Chloe, Becs. And neither am I. We're friends, and it's gonna stay that way. Yes, am I attracted to her? Who wouldn't be? Do I like her on some level? Yes. And she knows both of those things. I did kiss her at the grad party, and she didn't really kiss back so it's not happening. Can we just drop it?"
"That was months ago, Stace, you might wanna give it another whirl," Amy offered.
"Amy's right. And, honestly, if you're looking just to get in her pants, don't do it. But if you think there might be something more there, then I say go for it. You may not be like me or Chloe, but you're in the same situation. Think about it. And order that pizza, I'm starving!" Beca brushed off their previous topic, turning to help Amy arrange her CDs.
Stacie sat criss cross on the bed, repeating Beca and Amy's words in her mind over and over.
Chloe's phone buzzed in her purse. She hoped she was the only one that knew it was going off, how unprofessional would that look? She sat in the second row of the small auditorium located in the Classics building. Orientation for the Arch/Classics graduate program was going on for it's third hour, and while it was interesting to hear the professors speak about their work and possible thesis topics, it was three hours. She let out a soft yawn, making sure to cover her mouth politely. A moment later, her phone vibrated again. Luckily, the professor finished his introduction and announced they would be having a ten minute break before the last three professors spoke and the dean went over some rules and regulations for the college.
Sighing, and desperately thirsty, she sought out the nearest drinking fountain to fill her water bottle. After doing so, and taking a huge gulp, she pulled her phone from her bag. She had a ridiculous amount of text messages. Three from Beca, two from Aubrey, one from her mother, and surprisingly one from her brother and Amy.
Beca: Still meeting after UR orientation, right? Hope UR having fun, love u.
Mom: Hi, honey! Call me after orientation. Hope you wore your suit, xoxo
Beca: R Uni n the dictator still together?
Aubrey: I fucking hate pompous assholes.
Sammy: Hiya, Kit, good luck today! love ya!
Amy: RED! HAVE FUN TODAY! Drinks this weekend?! ;)
Aubrey: Scratch that, you know what I hate more? When all I want is a fucking brownie and they're all sold out. Fuck today.
Beca: Where should I meet you? In front of the building? Can't wait to hear about UR day!
A smile broke onto Chloe's face. While Beca wasn't exactly the first to act super couple-y in front of people, she never let Chloe doubt for one minute that she wasn't interested in the redhead's daily life. The texts from her family and Amy were typical while the ones from Aubrey were not. The blonde rarely cursed in a text, so her day must be super horrible. The recent grad made a mental note to get a box of brownies on the way home. However, the question about the her best friend's dating life was rather curious, especially coming from Beca.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the dean began herding the grad students back to their seats. Chloe held in a groan as she trudged back to her seat. But, on her way back, walking down an aisle, she caught a familiar scent. A scent she had smelled many times before. A fragrance that once often lingered on her clothing, the scent deeply worn into a certain someone's sweat shirt she had stolen years ago. A mixture of a naturally occurring scent and Daisy by Marc Jacobs which used to lull her to sleep and awaken her in the morning. Quickly, she turned, scanning the room for the source of the perfume. Seeing only a few familiar faces of people from her undergraduate classes, she shook her head lightly, wanting to rid the smell from her nose and brain, and walked back to her place in the second row.
An hour and a half later, Chloe was more than relieved when the dean dismissed their cohort, congratulating them on their successes, both past and future. Chloe adored the little, spirited old man, but thank God the day was over. She headed towards the exit when that damned smell made its appearance again. Whirling around, she felt all the air leave her lungs when the source of the scent stood merely two feet from her: Alexandria Desparta. The Alex Desparta. She tried to find words but all she did was stutter and blink wildly. She never thought in ten thousand million years she would ever have to lay eyes on Alex Desparta again, yet here she was in all her familiar-Daisy-scented glory, a soft smile adorning her features.
"Uh, hi. I wanted to say hi earlier, but it's been pretty crazy," Alex started, brushed her dark hair behind her ear. Chloe remained dumbfounded, staring, wondering. Alex caught on to the redhead's uneasiness. "Well, I figured now was a good time instead of just surprising you in class or something," she laughed awkwardly.
"Wh-what... Why?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you here?" Chloe repeated, years of resentment starting to bubble up to the surface.
"Geez, has it been that long? I majored in Arch/Classics, same as you. Remember, we took some classes together? Freshman year wasn't that long ago," Alex scoffed lightly, rubbing her arm and stepping towards Chloe. "You look really good, Chlo."
"First, do not call me that. Second, fuck you," Chloe spat angrily, wondering how Alex would even have the audacity to ever show her face at Barden again, much less in Chloe's grad program. The ginger spun on her heels and bolted for the nearest exit.
"Chloe! Chloe, wait! Can you just let me talk?!" Alex groaned, trying to keep up with the redhead whizzing through the small crowd of graduate students.
Chloe felt like she was in a bad dream. A nightmare. She rushed, finally breaking through the building doors, the hot heat enveloping her already warm body. She could see in the far distance her girlfriend walking toward her. Beca didn't notice her, her headphones were on and she was playing on her phone. Chloe fumbled in her bag, desperate to call Beca and run to her but running was so not happening in these heels. She dropped her bag when a strong hand firmly grasped her shoulder, spinning her around.
"Chloe, please. Just listen to me!" Alex said, her brow tweaked in a familiar way which screamed annoyance.
"Listen to you? I don't have to do shit! Do not touch me!" Chloe barked, yanking her body from the taller brunette. She hastily retrieved her purse from the ground, glaring at Alex.
"You're being immature! How can you honestly be surprised I came back to Barden for grad school? I'm the one who introduced you to the major, remember?" Alex said, running her hands through her long hair.
"Last I remember you were leaving school because you flunked out! Why would Barden even accept you?!" Chloe insulted.
"I got my shit together that summer, same as you, Beale. Look, I earned my way into this program. I busted my ass just like everyone else here. I deserve to be here," Alex explained, pointing to the Classics building adjacent to them.
"Deserve it? Or did Daddy have to talk to a board member and pay your way in?" Chloe scoffed. Alex paused for a moment. For a split second, a look of both disdain and sadness crossed her features, but she quickly regained composure. But that split second, and how it made Chloe feel, made her stomach twist into knots. She peered over Alex's shoulder, seeing Beca a few yards away. "I have to go."
Alex blocked her. "We're gonna be seeing a lot of each other. You're gonna have to get over it, get over our past, and roll with it. I'm here to work, so-"
Chloe feigned laughter. "Alex, I've been over it. I've been over you and all that shit for years. Tell you what, you don't talk to me and we'll be good," Chloe said through grit teeth. She pushed past Alex just in time for Beca to appear in front of her. Shit.
"Hey, babe. How's first day?" Beca asked sweetly, kissing Chloe on the cheek. As she redhead grabbed Beca's arm to leave, a light raspy laughter filled her ears. It caught Beca's attention too.
"Beca. Didn't think I'd see you so soon," Alex charmed, waving politely. Chloe's mouth dropped slightly, her eyes darting between her girlfriend and her ex.
Beca had a dumbfounded look on her face and struggled to find words. "Uh, uhm... Y-yeah, hi, er... Alexandria? Right?" Beca asked. Alex nodded her head, her bright teeth flashing in the sunlight. Beca turned to her girlfriend. "You two are friends? Classmates?"
Chloe was now the one struggling with words, but Alex was happy to answer for her. "Yes, Chloe and I are in the same grad program but we go way back," Alex redirected her gaze to Chloe, who's normally bright eyes grew dark with hatred. She smiled sickeningly sweet at the redhead.
"Way back?" Beca questioned to no one in particular.
Alex only nodded, then checked her watch. "Well, I've got some errands to fun. It was good catching up, Chloe. I'll see you when classes start." She started to walk away but turned to Beca and said, "Good seeing you too, Beca."
The DJ muttered a soft goodbye and followed Chloe who had briskly started walking in the opposite direction. "Chloe, wait up! Babe, slow down!"
The ginger kept walking. She could feel the blisters forming but she needed to put as much difference between her and Alexandria Desparta as possible. She was so angry, she was shaking. She felt Beca's presence at her side. Once in a more isolated part of campus, she turned on Beca. "How the fuck did you meet her and when?" Chloe seethed.
"Whoa, uh, yesterday. Kona's, when I got coffee. What's going on?" Beca was so incredibly confused by what had just happened.
The older girl could tell by her own tone and the look of confusion on Beca's face that she was yelling at the wrong person. She took a deep breath. She pulled Beca to a bench beneath some trees and sat her down. Beca held her hands to stop them from shaking. "That girl-"
"Alexandria?"
"Ugh! No! That's Alex Desparta!"
"Who?" Beca was lost.
Chloe sighed in frustration. "Alex Desparta. The Alex. From my past? Ring any bells?"
Beca thought for a moment and then... lightbulb. "Oh... OH!"
"Yeah, oh."
"Fuck... Well... Had I known-"
Chloe slumped in her seat. "No, Beca. It's fine. It's not your fault. That's just... how she operates."
"Did you know she was going to be in your class?" Beca asked carefully. She wasn't sure how to feel about Alex. The girl had fucked Chloe over so badly, she should hate her by association. She wasn't sure what reaction she was supposed to be having. She wasn't the jealous type, but was the protective type.
"No! I didn't even think she stuck with our major, let alone graduate or get into Barden's program," Chloe whined. "Ugh, I can't believe I have to see her stupid face everyday!"
Beca scooted closer, draping her arm around her girlfriend. "Babe, doesn't your program have like a hundred people in it?"
"One hundred and twenty-eight, actually," Chloe correctly, nuzzling closer to the brunette.
"Okay, then just ignore her. Be the bigger person, Chlo. Don't put yourself into any situation that will upset you, ya know? And if Alex doesn't get the hint, I have no problem meeting her in the parking lot after class. I'm small, but quick. She's tall, she'll go down hard and fast," Beca stated seriously.
Chloe kissed her on the cheek. "Awh, my hero!" She giggled. "What happened at Kona's? I mean how'd you two meet?"
Beca shifted uncomfortably. "Uhm... I accidentally grabbed her coffee, and we got to talking, and she showed me the cinnamon thing." She chose to leave out the part about Alexandria hitting on her. "That's why you hated my coffee, huh?"
Chloe scrunched her face in disgust. "I used to like it. It just reminds me of her too much. You don't have to stop drinking it that way, if you like it."
"I'm not gonna drink it if you're gonna think of Alexandria every time I have it," Beca stated simply.
The ginger smiled. She kissed Beca's lips sweetly. "You're the best."
"You're the best, too. Don't let her get to you, Chlo Bear," Beca kissed her girlfriend again. "Now come on, I've got work and you need some rest."
The older girl nodded happily, her hand in Beca's as they trotted off to the parking lot.
Aubrey trudged to her door, blindly fishing her keys from her purse. After jiggling the handle, the door finally gave way and she opened it to the familiar scent of freshly baked brownies. She sighed and smiled. Times like these she was so thankful to have Chloe as a roommate and best friend. She put her bag on the hook, and sauntered into the kitchen to find Chloe cutting up brownies.
"Hi, Chlo."
The ginger set down the knife and looked up at Aubrey. She forced a tight smile. "Brownie?"
"Yes, please. Today totally sucked. I spent half the afternoon reorganizing the storage room and the other half sorting through my boss's inbox. The only good thing about it? I got paid. How was orientation?" Aubrey huffed out, taking a brownie from the redhead.
"My day started totally un-sucky, only to be turned into a major suck-fest when the one and only she-devil herself popped up at orientation," Chloe grumbled, biting into a brownie. Aubrey raised her brow in confusion. Chloe scoffed, "Alex freaking Desparta! She's in my program!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Aubrey choked. Chloe explained what happened after orientation. How Alex chased her down, and then how Beca had previously met Alex at Kona's. "Why is she back?! How dare she! And how dare she speak to you! What a conniving bitch!Where does she live?" Aubrey seethed, remembering all to well how horribly Alex treated Chloe.
"Brey, you can't go threaten her-"
"It's not a threat if I act on it," Aubrey clarified, getting a glass of milk for her and her bestie.
"She said she's here for the program and that's it. Whatever, I'm just going to ignore her as much as possible," Chloe reasoned. She thanked Aubrey for the milk and took a gulp. "You know what's really annoying? She's trying to go by Alexandria. She hated when people called her that!"
"Who knows? She's always been about playing people, Chloe. You know that," the blonde reminded. They shared a moment of silence before Aubrey took a chance to speak her mind. "I know you and Beca are together, but don't let Alex come in between you two-"
"Brey! I would never even think about it! She's... She's horrible!" Chloe defended.
"I'm not saying you would, but I also have seen first hand what kind of influence she has over you-"
"That was three years ago!"
"She stopped you from admitting your feelings for Beca and that was barely three months ago. Look, I'm not saying you will even talk to her, but chances are if she approached you once, she'll do it again. Maybe she has grown up, put that nastiness behind her, but people rarely change, Chlo. She could have ignored you today, it would have been easy. But she didn't. There's a reason she talked to you. I hate to jump to conclusions, but this is Alex we're talking about. The girl who always had a story and always had a agenda," Aubrey warned, her brow raised. Chloe avoided her eyes, knowing the blonde was right. Aubrey let out a breath, "I'm gonna shower, thanks for the brownies." She headed out but turned in the doorway, "And Chloe, if she's met Beca, I'd especially keep an eye out."
And it was that statement, that unfortunately true warning, that made Chloe's stomach turn.
A/N: Thank you for reading, and if you could review, it only gives me more motivation to continue. I've had these ideas since writing Dreams, and it's nice to get them out but if no one wants to read them, then it's kinda a wet blanket. Haha.
Also, I'm strongly basing Alex's looks off of Sophia Bush, who I absolutely adore. Expect to see more of her in the future. Gotta stir that pot, right? And I guess if I had to pick an actor to base Wyatt King's looks off of, I would pick Alexander Skarsgard. If you don't dig on who I based their looks off of, then let your imagination run wild!
Anyway, I'm rambling, so hope you've enjoyed this chapter. R&R please!