Author's 1st Note: ...I am so sorry for the wait. I had gotten really busy with work last week and just yesterday I landed in another state for a 10 day vacation. But don't worry! I am on vacation, but I'm definitely still writing while I can. I love it too much to not do. xD

Also, I changed the rating to 'T' until the story gets to a more rated 'M' chapter.

Any who, hope you guys enjoy the chapter! :)


Beca awoke the following morning with the same negative anticipation of what the school day would bring. It wasn't until she was approaching her first period class that she remembered about her newest friend, Fat Amy, and her mood instantly elevated from it's original gloomy state. She walked into the class and smiled when she spotted the Australian chatting with the person sitting in front of her. Beca approached the seat next to her and sat down, trying to get the blonde's attention but not wanting to look obvious.

She must have succeeded and Amy turned to look at her, "Hey new girl!" she exclaimed and nudged Beca's arm, "So how did your first day turn out?"

Beca shrugged, "Alright, I guess." Her lack of enthusiasm made Amy grin,

"You didn't get tossed in a trash can did ya?" she joked. The brunette raised a brow,

"No? Why would I?"

Amy shrugged, "I don't know. You're like to perfect size for one." Beca frowned, making the Australian laugh.

"Thanks." The brunette deadpanned.

Amy waited until her hysterics settled and wiped a small tear that formed in the corner of her eye, "Hey but you didn't! Sounds like a good day to me," she teased.

The track star rolled her eyes and opened her binder, pulling out her notebook and opening it to a new page. The bell rang and Mr. Selby got up from his desk to start the class. Beca and Amy occasionally chatted throughout the period, getting warned by Mr. Selby to stop. Amy waited until the older man had his back turned and childishly stuck her tongue out at him, resulting in Beca holding back a chuckle.


The bell rang and Beca started shoving her binder back into her bag.

"Hey, are you busy today, after school?"

Beca was some what thrown off by the question. She wanted to say she wasn't, but she knew she only had one day left to practice as much as she could for the track tryouts the following day. Beca was reluctant but she had to be honest,

"Actually, I was gonna run around the track for a while after school." Amy widened her eyes,

"Like for fun? Why?" The brunette couldn't help but chuckle,

"No, not for fun. I'm uh–" she hesitated and snickered to herself at how dumb she must sound to someone like Amy about actually wanting to join such a demanding, almost unpleasant, sport. "I was going to try out for the track team tomorrow and I wanted to make sure I was ready for it."

"Really? Well that's cool! I mean I would never do that, but good for you, mate." Beca smiled when Amy playfully nudged her and they finished packing their things. They walked out into the hallway and Amy spoke up one last time before they went their separate ways, "Well text me after you're done with your running. We could grab a bite to eat or something later tonight." she smiled.

Beca couldn't help but smile back. This chick was cool and Beca was happy to know she might not have to spend the evening bored at home.

"You still got my numbah?"Amy asked, and Beca nodded. "Alright then." The blonde grinned and spun around to go down the other hallway, "See you at cooking!" she shouted, waving her hand in the air as she continued to walk down the hall.


Beca's Pre-Calculus class was also very similar to the first day. Benji would raise his hand for every question and Beca internally laughed when she noticed the teacher was getting tired of him being the only person answering the questions. However, her entertainment didn't last very long.

"Nobody else has the answer?" the teacher asked, ignoring Benji's obvious and eager hand, and scanned the room. His eyes landed on Beca, "How about you?" He pointed at the tiny brunette and her eyes darted up in terror.

Are you fucking kidding me?

"What?" she simply asked, really not wanting to answer the question, even though she did know it.

"Could you please tell me what the solution is?" The teacher asked with pleading eyes. Beca nervously looked around the room and could physically feel her peers staring at her.

"Uh–" she looked down at her notebook and found the answer she had boxed earlier. She looked back up and cleared her throat before answering, "16?"

The teacher's face lit up and he smiled, "That's correct." He turned back to face the board and wrote down the number. Beca glanced at Benji who was still looking at her. Not in anger, or sadness, or in any kind of negative way. Just looking at her. Beca felt guilty for unintentionally stealing his moment to shine and mimed "sorry" at him. She was relieved when his blank face shifted to a toothy grin. He nodded his head, in what Beca assumed to be a 'good job for answering the question correctly' way and went back to paying attention to the lesson.


And then, cooking class arrived, and Beca found herself oddly looking forward to it. As she tried to enter the classroom, the track star found herself stuck between the doorframe and someone else and they struggled to simultaneously walk in. After a few grunts and groans, they finally broke free and Beca huffed as she looked up at the much taller and seemingly younger girl.

"Phew! Sorry about that." The peppy girl said as she fixed her shirt. She looked down at the annoyed little track star and gave her a friendly smile, "My name's Emily." She held her purple binder against her chest with one hand and used the other to offer it to Beca. The smaller brunette quirked an eyebrow,

"Beca." She stated, slowly shaking the spirited girl's hand.

"Sorry for squishing you at the door." She atoned.

"Emily!" The freshman looked over her shoulder at Benji, who was smiling and waving at her to join him at the table. She quickly waved back and whispered, "Hey," then turned back to Beca, "It was nice meeting you!" she grinned and enthusiastically waved the track star goodbye.

Beca shook her head at the amusing encounter and looked over at Amy, who was turned around and chatting with Bumper. Their conversation looked intense but Beca had a feeling was somewhere more along the lines of playful and probably ridiculous. The brunette plopped down on her chair and huffed her sides bangs out of her face. She placed her notebook onto the table and started to doodle in it.

"Well look who's on time." Beca heard Amy speak but when she peeked up, she realized it wasn't towards her.

Chloe grinned when she turned around, "I'm capable of many things, Amy."

"I thought you were never on time?"

Both Chloe and Amy looked at Beca who had snickered, but her grin instantly fell when she realized she had said the question out loud and regretted it immediately. She didn't want to seem like she was eaves dropping, even though she kind of was, and she didn't understand why the question she asked in her head suddenly released itself into the hearing world. She wasn't sure if she was blushing, but she could definitely feel her cheeks getting warmer and she widened her eyes,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to–" She stopped apologizing when the red head laughed.

"It's cool," she smiled, "Like I said," the way she looked into Beca's eyes made the tiny brunette feel strange, "I'm capable of many things." Beca swallowed the knot she was unaware had formed in her throat when Chloe emphasized that one word. Why did she have to say it like that? And why did it make Beca's skin tingle?

"Okay show off, no need to bring out the list of things you're great at." Beca was glad Amy cut in with a joke. There had been unusual tension building up between them that made the brunette feel uncomfortable. Or maybe Beca just felt like there was. Either way, the Australian's timing couldn't have been more perfect.

The track star was too caught up in her thoughts to hear the witty banter that occurred between the ginger and the blonde, and only came through in time to hear Chloe giggle at the last thing Amy said. The red head's eyes then went back to Beca,

"Hey by the way, you can run really fast."

Beca blinked, "Huh?"

Chloe lightly giggled at the younger girl's dumbfounded face, "I saw you running around the track yesterday. I was impressed." She grinned.

Fat Amy cut into the conversation before Beca got a chance to reply to the unexpected compliment,

"She's trying out for the track team tomorrow."

Chloe's face lit up, "Really?" she waited for Beca to confirm Amy's statement but the track star couldn't comprehend why the ginger seemed so intrigued.

"Yeah. I was, uh–" Beca stopped. She was going to mention how she was the track star of her last school, but didn't want to come off like she was conceded. She cleared her throat before continuing, "I ran track at my old school."

The bell rang and Miss Gail wasted no time starting the class, cutting off Chloe's reply. The red head's face lightly fell, almost like she was disappointed she couldn't finish what she wanted to say. She quickly glanced in the direction of their teacher, then opened her mouth to try again.

"Chloe! Please turn around."

The ginger rolled her eyes, causing a small smile to form on Beca's lips, and finally turned around to pay attention. They learned about kitchen safety and what some of equipment does, preparing to eventually use the kitchen section of the classroom the following week. Amy mentioned how anxious she was to show off her incredible cooking skills. Apparently, she was the most talented chef in Tasmania.


The class ended and Beca waited for Amy to finish putting everything back in her bag.

"Hey, Beca!" The track star looked over towards the entrance to see who had called her, it was Chloe. "Good luck tomorrow," she smiled and walked out the door, leaving the tiny brunette some what bewildered.

"Thanks," she said, the corner of her lip slightly curling up. She knew the red head couldn't hear her, but she felt like saying it out loud anyway.

Beca and Amy spent lunch together again, along with her other friends, Lilly and Ashely. They talked about their classes and how their days were going while eating traditional, cardboard, High School pizza. Beca hit it off with Amy's friends and they exchanged numbers. Beca had to ask Lilly to repeat hers twice, since she didn't hear her the first two times.


Beca's last class thankfully went by quick and she made her way down to the locker room. The sounds of some girls scattered throughout the room could be heard and Beca looked around as she headed for the bathroom. She found herself some what disappointed when she didn't see a familiar red head. But why would she be looking for her anyway? She shook off the thought, not wanting to ponder it any further, and changed in one of the stalls.


Beca stepped onto the track and put her ear phones in. She looked down the football field and could see the football team was practicing, but she didn't find a group of cheerleaders anywhere in the area. She instantly pushed aside the sudden bit of sadness she felt and thought to herself, Good. No distractions.

Not that Chloe was a distraction. Because, she wasn't. At all.

Beca started her playlist and began running around the track.


The track star eventually checked the time and was surprised to see she had been practicing for a whole hour. She couldn't believe how much time had flown by. As she headed for the locker room, she stopped and took a drink from a nearby water fountain. Her head was pounding, her skin was on fire, and she could feel the sweat trickling down all over her body. She felt great. No pain, no gain she always said, and she loved the way she felt after a good workout.

Beca entered one of the bathroom stalls and changed back into her regular clothes. She remembered Amy wanting to hang out with her in the evening, and instead of showering at the school, Beca wanted to go home to clean up and change her outfit. When she opened the stall door, she froze and the person at the sink in front of her made eye contact through the mirror.

"Hey, Beca." Chloe smiled, turning around to face the little brunette.

Beca was still a little stunned but snapped out of it so she could reply, "Chloe. What are you doing here?" She didn't want to be intrusive and mentally kicked herself for sounding that way.

Luckily Chloe didn't seem phased by it, "Oh, we just finished practice." Beca's face must have expressed her perplexed thoughts and it made the red head giggled, "What?"

Beca was unaware of her visible expressions, "What?"

"You looked confused when I said my practice just ended." Beca furrowed her brow,

"I did?" Chloe nodded and Beca looked down, "Oh, well I–" she fought her unnecessary nervousness and mentally collected herself.

What the hell, Mitchell? This isn't like you.

She looked back up at the ginger, "I just didn't see you on the field. I thought maybe you didn't have practice or something." She finished her sentence with a shrug, trying to keep her cool and composed facade.

Chloe crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, narrowing her eyes a bit while a smirk tugged on her lips. "Are you saying you looked for me?"

The question practically smacked Beca across the face. Why would she ask that? Maybe Beca had been looking for her but that didn't mean anything.

Right?

Beca stood still with her mouth slightly opened, ready to say something, but never actually getting the words out and Chloe laughed.

"I'm just kidding, Beca." The brunette nervously laughed along, hoping she wasn't noticeably embarrassed. "We had practice in the gym today. We're trying new stunts, so we need the mats under us in case we fall."

"Oh. Makes sense." She spoke in a higher pitch than she would have liked. An awkward silence fell between them when neither girl really knew what to say next. Beca didn't know what it was about this girl that made her feel so, different. If a silence broke out between Beca and anybody else, she wouldn't care and it definitely wouldn't be awkward. In the back of her mind, Beca was starting to worry about these unfamiliar feelings.

It was finally Chloe who broke the silence,

"Well, I've gotta get going," she gestured her thumb towards the door, "I'll see you in class." She said as she bent down to pick up her bag and waved as she left the room. As soon as she was gone, Beca released the breath she didn't realized she had been holding. She walked over to the sink and washed her face with cold water, sighing in the mirror. The brunette starred at her reflection and told herself that she wasn't feeling anything for this girl and if she was, it was just a simple crush that would be gone in no time.

Or so she hoped.


Author's 2nd Note: I don't know why but I just really love writing a nervous Beca. Especially because of Chloe. It's very fun. xD

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