Alright, you aca-nerds convinced me to do another chapter. That, and this is a wonderful break from reading textbooks all day. Up ahead,exploration between some of our favorite and maybe not so favorite characters. What do I keep remindin' you folks? All for the sake of drama, right? Oh, and love, duh. ;)
Chapter 2: Long Day
Beca fiddled around on her laptop, wishing her shift would be over soon. Unfortunately, she still had two more hours. It was the second day of the semester and she had spent all morning in lecture, took a nap and then returned to campus for her evening shift at the station. While she would have rather been at home, Jesse was here too, so her shift was slightly more bearable.
"So, do you think Miley Cyrus is actually insane or it's a publicity stunt?" Jesse asked aloud, looking up from his phone.
"She's an idiot. Her lyrics are shit, but the music behind them is catchy. I could make her songs better," the tiny DJ automatically answered.
"Tell me how you really feel," Jesse teased. "Speaking of feelings, movie night tomorrow, right? I've got a couple tear jerkers I've been meaning to introduce you to."
"No. No tear jerkers!" Beca complained, shutting her computer. "Do people ever think you're gay? A Capella, tear jerkers, your obsession with Leonardo DiCaprio?"
"Whoa, first, that man is a theatrical genius who has been robbed of the Oscars. Leo will have his moment and it will be amazing. Second, tear jerkers are usually some of the best scored movies out there or have great soundtracks. Third, you're in a Capella too. That said, I have had an asshole or two make assumptions about my sexuality, but I can assure you confidently, that I love the ladies," he finished with a goofy grin.
Beca couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever you say, Jess. I'm still not down for sappy movie night. Let's watch something with some action!"
The brunette boy took Beca's laptop and opened YouTube. "No, no. Here, there's a video of the best cinematic tear jerker-worthy moments. Just watch it and tell me they invoke no feelings of sadness in that little black heart of yours-"
"Awh, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said! I do have a little black heart!" Beca said, a smirk adorning her features. Jesse rolled his eyes and clicked play on the video. He sat close to her, she could smell his cologne. He had his arm draped loosely around the back of her chair, his shoulder meeting hers. His eyes lit up with each new scene, a soft sad smile tugging on his lips. Sometimes, Beca preferred to watch Jesse watch a movie instead of actually watching it. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, so when he laughed at something funny or sat quiet during something sad, it showed on his face. He hated that she did this, constantly chastising her for it. Jesse was also always warm. He radiated heat, Beca could feel it now. Sometimes, it bothered her but sometimes, it didn't. Being this close to him reminded her very much of when they were dating. While a voice in her head screamed to scoot away, she sat still, watching him watch the video.
After the video ended, Beca didn't want to point out how glassy his eyes got and instead decided to comply to his terms of movie night on one condition. "I've only see like a couple of those, so we can watch one tomorrow if it will appease you, but you're buying the Chinese food!"
"Yes! Jesse one, Beca zero. I'm thinking Stand By Me. It's a perfect mix of humor, sadness and teen angst."
"I don't care what we watch as long as I get my sesame chicken," Beca smiled. Both their heads snapped to the window when a loud crack of thunder broke through the air. "Is it supposed to rain?"
"Yeah, didn't you see how overcast it was today?" Jesse asked. Beca noticed how he didn't move from his position of proximity. She noticed how she had yet to move as well.
"I guess I didn't. Think you could give me a ride home?"
"No, I'm gonna let you walk home in the rain. Of course, I'll give you a ride! Wanna grab some froyo after our shift?" Jesse's contagious smile was spread from ear to ear, giving Beca a strange bubbly feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Yeah, that sounds good," she agreed, rolling her chair back so she could stand and try to be productive by stacking CDs. And to put some distance between her and her ex-boyfriend. As expected, Jesse hopped up to help her, wondering aloud if they would be able to get off early today. He continuted rambling on about classes and Beca tried to pay attention, but couldn't help but wonder why she momentarily enjoyed having Jesse as close as he was. In an attempt to hide her thoughts, she plastered on a smile and worked away.
"So much for wearing my new boots tomorrow," Stacie complained, carefully putting her newly arrived package of brown leather boots into her closet. Aubrey Posen sat quietly on her bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Stacie plopped on the bed, pulling a nail file out of her side table drawer and rounding her nails. Outside, thunder cracked loudly. After a moment of silence, Stacie peered up at her blonde friend who looked like she was going to vomit any second. "Posen? You gonna puke?"
Aubrey shook her head, her eyes fixated on the window and the trees blowing fiercely in the wind. "I'm not so good with storms. Freaked me out ever since I was a child."
Stacie let out a breathy laugh, "Are you serious?"
The blonde narrowed her blue eyes. "Dixie Chicks serious."
"Don't worry, I've got just the thing." The leggy brunette skipped out of the room and returned with a bottle of red wine. "Take a couple swigs, that'll calm your nerves."
"Do you always use alcohol to solve your problems?"
"Not always," Stacie winked. The older girl rolled her eyes, but took a few big sips before handing it over to the brunette. Thunder boomed outside and lightening filled the room, startling the blonde. Stacie smirked, giving her back the bottle. "If I put on some Ladies of the Eighties hits, will that help?"
Aubrey nodded graciously. The dark haired girl opened up her laptop, and with a few clicks Cyndi Lauper's voice echoed from the computer speakers automatically settling Aubrey's nerves as she tapped her finger to the beat. The wine helped, too.
Ten songs into the playlist, Aubrey forgot all about being scared of the storm. It was still raging outside but at least the wine, the music and Stacie kept her in check. Normally, she relied on Chloe for these situations but her bestie was on campus all day and wouldn't be home at least for another couple hours.
"Well, your boss sounds like a grade A douche bag. Fifty bucks says he grabs your ass by next week," Stacie stated confidently. She knew all too well about being the young, pretty girl in a room full of middle aged men. "Those old geezers would slip me a twenty and then smack my ass so hard sometimes I thought it would leave a welt." Stacie was referring to her time spent working weekends and summers at the local golf range as a beverage cart girl.
"Why didn't you ever tell anyone?!"
"Dude, it was twenty bucks. I was a poor high school kid who needed her weekly manicures, sue me, Ms. Lawyer," Stacie laughed.
"That's sexual harassment! And this is different. I'm working in an office, with professionals. Just because Wyatt King is power hungry doesn't mean he's going to feel me up. I wouldn't let that happen," Aubrey reassured herself.
"I would, but then again, your moral compass points a little more North than mine," the brunette smirked.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Nevermind," Aubrey dismissed with a wave of her hand.
Stacie's radar was on now, wondering what exactly the blonde meant. "Do what? What do I do?" Aubrey shrugged and muttered something causing Stacie to ask again.
"Just... make fun of yourself for sleeping around. You're better than that, Stacie. I don't understand why you put up with being treated like shit just because you have big boobs and nice legs!" Aubrey answered, crossing her arms.
"You like my legs?"
"Forget it," Aubrey huffed out, taking another drink. She tucked her knees into her chest, purposely avoiding Stacie's stare.
"No, I'm not gonna forget it. What? You think I'm some slut with daddy issues? That it? Huh?" Stacie pried, creeping closer to the blonde, attempting to make eye contact.
"I never said-"
"I know what you said, and I know what you meant. I'm not going to apologize for something that I like doing. I like having sex. Pure and simple. I don't do it out of desperation, or some other fucked up childhood trauma. I do it because I like it. I like the attention, the affection," Stacie said softly, but the tone was sharp and serious.
"Stac-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Stacie laid back, stretching her long limbs. "Save it, Posen. Look, yeah, I sleep around. I know it, you know it. Whatever. But, I have something a lot of people don't... The ability to let go, and do what I want without caring. Why should I care anyway?"
"People talk, doesn't that bother you?" Aubrey asked carefully.
"If people want to talk about me and my personal business, then I don't want to be around those types of people."
Aubrey hiccuped, her heart beat a little harder, matching the pounding of the rain on the window pane. "I wish I could think that way."
"With sex?"
"With anything, everything," Aubrey sighed, positioning herself next to Stacie. "I feel like I've gotten better at being a non-controlling bitch, but there's just still parts of me that hates letting the reins go. Work fucking sucks, I get grunt work until Mr. Self Righteous pulls his head out of his ass. My father is going to be on my case about getting into a court room. And... Michael.. Uni... He's just a fucking moron sometimes."
"Guy, guy and guy. Hmm, I'd say men are the root of all your problems. All the more reason to give women a whirl!" Stacie joked, jabbing Aubrey in the side. Except, Aubrey didn't laugh. She didn't smile or spit out some sarcastic remark, she just laid silently. "Brey, I was kidding, come on."
Aubrey turned her head, her eyes landing just below Stacie's nose. "Maybe you're right."
"No more wine for you," Stacie replied, awkwardly laughing.
"It's not the wine, Stace." Aubrey hiccuped, causing a blush to sprinkle across her cheeks. She tentatively reached out, her fingers trailing a pattern up Stacie's arm. The brunette's body reacted, forming little goosebumps on her skin.
"Aubrey... Don't fuck with me, that's not funny." Stacie said. She attempted to sound stern, embody Aubrey's lecture voice, but it came out as more of whimper.
"I wanna let go for once... Really let go," Aubrey whispered, her hand stretching across the brunette's stomach.
"Brey, you're my best friend-"
"Don't act like you haven't thought about it!" Aubrey scolded, removing her hand and crossing her arms.
"So what? I've thought about it. You're drunk, and you're upset, and that not how I-"
"How you planned it? Don't fucking play coy with me, Stacie. I see right through you." Her voice was harsh, demanding. She knew for a long time that Stacie had a crush on her, and sometimes she forgot, but it always lingered in her mind. Especially her alcohol-induced mind. It felt nice to be wanted.
"This isn't fair," Stacie whispered. Of course, the slightest indication of Aubrey Posen being interested was a turn on in and of itself, but the authenticity behind it is what deterred the brunette. Well, perhaps the lack thereof.
"Life isn't fair. So, grow a fucking pair and kiss me," Aubrey stated sternly.
Stacie hesitated. Every bone in her bone screamed to touch Aubrey. But, something held her back. "You don't want this. You don't want me, Brey."
Aubrey sat forward and cleared her throat. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." She turned to Stacie, a darkness in her eyes. A lustful darkness. Without warning, she straddling the brunette, her chest heaving and heart racing. She gripped the brunette's t-shirt, forcing the younger girl's head up. Her legs tightened around Stacie's hips.
Stacie could feel Aubrey's breath on her lips, they were almost touching. Her own heart was beating quicker now, a warmth growing from her chest that pooled into her lower abdomen. She whimpered when the blonde touched their foreheads, gripping her free hand on the back of Stacie's neck. "Brey..."
"I'm not going to beg you," Aubrey automatically replied, seemingly enjoying being the dominant in this rather spontaneous moment. She wanted control. She wanted to feel control in the palm of her hand and then, she wanted to feel release. The kind of release she knew Stacie could give her. But, she was a Posen and begging was not ever an option.
Stacie turned away from Aubrey, and the blonde felt her friend's hands grip her hips in a poor attempt to remove her from her lap. "We can't-"
Aubrey pushed her hips into Stacie's, forcing their bodies closer, their breasts pressed against each other. Stacie held in a throaty moan, struggling with each passing moment to keep her hands from wandering and exploring. Aubrey whispered in Stacie's ear, "Yes, we can." She pressed two light kisses to Stacie's neck, nipping the skin in between each peck. Gripping the back of Stacie's neck, she forced the brunette to look at her. "We can," she repeated in a quiet, but strong voice.
Stacie bit her lip, staring at the blonde beauty on top of her. It was something she had wanted since she first saw Aubrey. Of course, she figured Aubrey was straight as an arrow and would never actually act on those lust-fueled thoughts. But, as the year progressed, their friendship grew and Stacie being Stacie brushed it off as a friendly crush, one she used to tease and embarrass the blonde about. She never had any real qualms about sleeping around, knowing crushes come and go, so why wouldn't she just be her natural friendly self? Besides, it's not like she ever had a real shot with the blonde and there were a thousand reasons that they wouldn't happen. But now? Under said blonde, feeling Aubrey's body against her own, their lips so close to making contact... All rationale seemed to fly out the window. Stacie had always been the one to be in control in the bedroom, yet for the first time, she found herself weak at the knees for her supposed crush/best friend. What the fuck?
Aubrey leaned in, Stacie's heart beat faster the closer she got. Aubrey's lips feathered against her own when the door swung open and a very audible gasp broke the silent sexual tension.
"HOLY ACA-GODS! I'm so sorry!" Amy mumbled out, running for the other direction.
The twosome split apart immediately, the the former Bellas' captain jumping from Stacie's lap. Her face was slightly pink and Stacie face palmed, muttering a small slew of curse words. The blonde suddenly stood up, wildly pacing around the room grabbing her things. "I-I... Oh, god, I ju-just... I need to go," she stuttered out.
Stacie sat, dumbfounded. "Brey, you- I thought you-"
"I know what I thought! I was wrong!" Aubrey spat back, heading out of the room.
The leggy brunette leaped up, chasing her to the front door. "Don't leave, let's just talk-"
Aubrey cut her off. "No! I don't want to talk! I have to go!" She swung the door open with force, quickly making her way to her car.
"You've been drinking!" Stacie called out after her.
"I'm fine!" Aubrey brushed off, anxious to get in her car and away from Stacie as soon as possible. Stacie knew it was better to let her go and just text Chloe later, ensuring she had made it home safely. She trudged back into her apartment and was faced with Amy's frown.
"I am so sorry, Stace. I had no idea-"
"No, it's not your fault. It was probably for the best," Stacie said dejectedly. "What was so important anyway?"
Amy bit her lip, shaking her head. Stacie only glared, demanding an answer with her eyes. The Aussie sighed deeply. "Just... New episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians is on-"
"AMY! SERIOUSLY?!" Stacie hissed. The blonde kicked the ground, feeling a bit ashamed and guilty. The brunette sighed softly and made her way to the couch. She plopped down and patted the spot next to her. Amy joined her cautiously while she turned on the TV. E! Network was already on and the Kardashian theme song blared from the speakers. "Just in time."
Amy sat silently for a moment before speaking up. "Do you wanna talk-"
"Not right now," Stacie said softly. "I'd rather watch their drama than live my own right now. Later, okay?" Amy nodded in response, patting the brunette's thigh. Stacie smiled sadly, propping a pillow behind her head, eyes glued to the TV, trying to forget what had happened between her and Aubrey.
For now, at least.
Meanwhile on campus, Chloe stepped into an elevator of the Classics Building. She fumbled with her folder, trying to stuff the object in her backpack. She moved automatically when other people followed her in. Once the folder was secure, a familiar scent filled her nose. Alex. She hated how she could pick up her scent like a bleep on a radar screen.
Sure enough, when she lifted her head, Alex's hazel eyes bore through her glasses to meet Chloe's blue ones from two people away. Tucked into the back corner, there was no place Chloe could hide. It was the second day of classes but Chloe had made sure she kept her distance from the troublemaker and this was as close as she had gotten since orientation day.
The elevator dinged and two people got off. Four more floors, Inner Chloe reasoned. She could feel Alex's stare burning into her. It was fucking annoying. A moment later, another ding and three people got off. Chloe peered up casually, noting it was her, Alex and two others left. She prayed they were getting off at the first floor with her. But, because Fate loves screwing with her, the two chatty strangers got off at the following floor. Fuck.
She fixated her stare on the red numbers above the elevator doors wondering how something as three floors could feel so damn long. She squeezed her eyes shut when she heard Alex sigh loudly followed by the verbalization of her name. "Funny, I thought I told you not to talk to me?" Chloe said sarcastically.
"If you could pull your head out of your ass and just let me talk, then this would be a whole lot less painful-"
"Alex, honestly, why would I ever have a reason to listen to any words that come from your fucking mouth?" Chloe said through grit teeth, glaring at the other girl, her arms crossed angrily.
"Fucking A! Grow up! I'm trying to fucking say I'm sorry! Okay? I am fucking sorry!" Alex said loudly.
"Wha-what?" Chloe was so confused. Alex never, ever said sorry.
"Chlo," Alex cleared her throat, correcting herself. "Chloe, I've been trying to apologize. I tried to the other day but you were so Hell bent on running from me-"
"I have every right to do so, are you serious?" Chloe scoffed, brushing her hair behind her ears.
Alex shook her head, taking a step closer. "Yes, I'm serious. So can you just let me apologize and stop acting like a high schooler?" Chloe eyed her up and down, folding her arms in tighter. She nodded. Alex let out a quick breath and spoke in her mesmerizing yet anger-inducing raspy voice. "Back then... I was fucked up. I did a lot of horrible things, to you and everyone else. An-and I can't take them back. I wish I could, but I-I can't." She began pacing the elevator, but stopped when a sudden jerk jolted them. "The fuck?"
Chloe's eyes got big. Panicked. "Wh-what's that?" She glanced at the red numbers. They read floor two. They stayed at floor two, yet the doors didn't open. "Are... Is it-"
"Stuck... It's stuck," Alex whispered. She immediately went to the elevator panel and pushed the 'call' button. Within seconds, a male voice spoke over the intercom. "Hi, yes, uhm, I think our elevator is stuck?" The lights flickered and the elevator jolted again. "OUR ELEVATOR IS FUCKING STUCK!" Alex fearfully yelled into the microphone.
"Yes, I got that ma'am. We already have maintenance on the way over. There's a big storm passing through, we've lost power to half the building and a dozen others on campus. If you just-"
"Just nothing! Get someone over here! Turn it back on!" Chloe was now next to Alex, both girls squatting and screaming into the tiny microphone.
The voice on the other end let out a frustrated sigh. "Ladies, it doesn't work that way. You're not in any immediate danger. These cables are extremely durable during times of-"
"Fuck that! If someone doesn't show in five minutes or the power doesn't get turned on, I'm going to fucking sue you for all your worth!" Alex threatened, banging the wall paneling.
Chloe nudged Alex aside. "Wait, really, when will this get fixed, I mean I-"
"Ladies! It will get fixed and the maintenance staff will get things going again, now unless either of you are bleeding, on fire or having a heart attack, I suggest you take a seat and wait for them to come. Thank you!" The voice commanded, followed by a clicking sound.
The brunette's shoulders slumped. "He hung up."
"Well, this is just fucking perfect!" Chloe couldn't believe her chances. Not only was she stuck in an elevator, she was stuck the one person who broke her heart and destroyed her emotionally. During a fucking storm. She quickly got out her phone and groaned. No service. Priceless. "I cannot believe I'm stuck in a stupid elevator with you!"
Alex spun around, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me!"
"Wha- Uh, it's not like I fucking planned this!"
"Coulda fooled me," Chloe spat.
"You know what? Fuck you, Chloe. I'm trying to be the bigger person here, and you're being an immature little brat for no reason!" Alex pointed her finger at the redhead, letting her bag fall to the ground.
The redhead let her backpack fall as well, narrowing her eyes. "No reason? I think I have plenty of reasons. Let's see, I spent over half my freshman year with you drunk or high or both, sometimes on coke. You always convinced me to ditch class, I almost got kicked out of the Bellas! I can't remember how many times Aubrey had to fish me out of some frat party because you bailed on me. And oh, there was that whole thing where you told me how much you loved and cared about me only to fuck me over every single time!"
Alex stood quiet. A slow, creeping smirk grew. "I thought you were 'over all that shit'?"
Chloe's breath caught in her throat. "You're unbelievable."
"Chloe, you might be over me, but you're not over what happened," Alex began. "And that's why I wanted to apologize. So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for peer pressuring you into drugs and alcohol. I'm sorry for convincing you to ditch class and blow off Bellas practice. I'm sorry for abandoning you at parties and even abandoning you after sex," Alex sighed, shifting on her feet. Chloe cast her gaze down, feeling a small but persistent lump form in her throat. When she looked up, she was face to face with Alex, about a foot or so away. Incredibly close. "And I'm sorry for hurting you, repeatedly, and making it seem like I didn't care. But what I won't apologize for is for saying I love you, because out of all that bullshit I projected, that was the one thing that was true."
Chloe inhaled sharply, her eyes uncontrollably glassy. Her blue orbs connected with Alex's green-tinted hazel eyes. As much as Chloe wanted to find darkness and hatred there, the only thing detectable was sincerity. She swallowed dryly. "I-I... ac-accept your apology." Alex's mouth broke into a smile and nodded, silently thanking the redhead. What Chloe had never expect was to feel Alex's arms around her, tightening and her breath near her ear.
"Thank you, Chloe. I've carried that around for so long," she breathed out softly.
Chloe just nodded into Alex's shoulder, that scent permeating into her own clothes. The girls slightly broke apart when a jolt vibrated the elevator and a series of pings and metal clanking sounds penetrated the silence. One more strong jolt and the lights came into full brightness and they felt the descent to the first floor. Alex turned back to Chloe, a smile tugging at her lips. A surge of familiarity sent Chloe momentarily back to four years ago.
Four years ago, in elevator in the Biology Building...
"Alex, I shouldn't be ditching again!" Chloe pleaded, squeezing Alex's hand for emphasis.
"Baby, relax. Besides, it's a lecture on cell division and I learned that shit in high school, I'll tutor you," the brunette offered with a wink.
Chloe only rolled her eyes in response. "What was so important you forced me out of class?"
Alex pulled a small baggy from her pocket, waving the white powder in front of Chloe's face. "Fresh from California. I didn't even know they made coke in California!"
"Al, seriously? I told you, I can't do that anymore, the Bellas have been saying my vocal cords sound kinda of shitty lately, and if they knew-"
"They won't find out, I promise," Alex stated confidently. "Babe, would I ever let you get into trouble? You know me."
Chloe sighed, crossing her arms. "I know you're trouble."
Alex grinned mischievously. She pulled Chloe close, her breath on the redhead's neck. She trailed kisses up and down, stopping to suck on her pulse point. Chloe whimpered. "I know you love it."
"Fuck," was all the ginger managed to say. Suddenly, Alex ripped away from Chloe and pounded the red 'stop' button on the elevator panel. A violent jerk signaled the elevator had stopped and the green numbers above the doors bounced back between floors four and three. "Alex! What the hell are you doing?!"
Alex ignored her and opened the baggy. She discreetly sniffed a small amount from between her thumb and index finger and offered some to Chloe who was growing as red as her hair. "Just take it and I'll make us go again."
Chloe was irritated she had fallen for Alex's ploys yet again. She had ditched biology just to get high in the elevator with the girl who both infuriated and infatuated her. Like clockwork, Chloe consented to the brunette's demands. Some days, it was easier just to receive whatever affection Alex was willing to dole out for the day versus bringing up an argument. It had always been like that. Take what you can get while you can and ask questions later. Chloe bent down and sniffed the powder. Before she could process whether the powder had gone down smoothly or not, Alex shoved her against the back of the elevator, kissing her feverishly.
The ginger forced her away, a puzzled and panicked look on her face, "What are you doing?! We're in an elevator! Press the button!"
"No way. Bucket list material right here, fuck a hot redhead in an elevator. You think I'm gonna pass that opportunity up, Beale?" Alex laughed, returning to plant open-mouthed kisses along Chloe's neck and chest.
"There could be cameras!"
"Let's give 'em a show they won't forget. Come on, Beale, live a little!" Alex paused her advances to stare Chloe in the eyes. The redhead felt her pulse quicken, her body tingling from the drugs. And sure enough, with a girl like Alex, other parts of her body were heating up just as quickly. Chloe let the tension leave her body and Alex took this as a sign to continue.
She pushed her hand up Chloe's shirt, grabbing her breast roughly and grinding her hips into the redhead's. Chloe tried to stifle a moan, eliciting a proud laugh from the brunette. "Mhm, baby, you taste so good," Alex muttered against Chloe's skin.
The shorter girl only nodded in response. She was too entranced by the one and only Alexandria Desparta. She gripped the sides of Alex's hips, attempting to bring her closer, placing a thigh between the brunette's legs. Alex took a second before her hands were at Chloe's waist, desperate to get her jeans undone. Chloe forced Alex to look at her before planting a firm and full kiss on the brunette's lips. Chloe's heart melted when Alex's tongue met her own, and when she felt the taller girl nip at her lips and give a raspy giggle at how desperate she could turn Chloe.
Chloe Beale gasped audibly when she felt Alex shove aside her underwear and expertly press her fingers into Chloe. Picking up a rhythm, Alex continued to kiss Chloe all over and use her free hand to grope the redhead's fit body. A few minutes later, Chloe came down from her blissful sex high, a lazy grin on her face. She buttoned up her jeans as Alex licked her fingers clean before kissing Chloe again. "That tasted even better."
"Just press the button, Casanova." Chloe teased, slapping the other girl's ass. Alex laughed heartily and complied, sending the elevator back into full gear. Once they reached the bottom floor, Chloe grabbed the brunette's hand. "Love you, Al."
Alex forced a sweet smile, kissing Chloe on the head. "You too, babe. Now, come on. I heard Sigma Chi is hosting an early tailgate!" With that, she lead the redhead out the Biology Building, destination Greek Row.
Chloe snapped back into reality when the elevator lightly jerked and the doors opened. She gently pushed Alex away, forcing a tight smile and exiting the elevator. The four year-old memory seeped into Chloe's mind like a plague. She couldn't stop thinking about it while on the way to her car. The coke. The sex. And of course, afterwards. How Alex rarely ever said 'I love you' back and how later that night at Sigma Chi's tailgate she found Alex fucking a frat guy in the laundry room. She scoffed at herself remembering how Past Chloe frantically called a slumbering Aubrey, forcing the blonde to pick her up in the middle of the night and how she promised Aubrey she'd never talk to Alex again (just like all the other times Alex 'cheated' on her). Tears welled up in Chloe's eyes when she sat in the driver's seat distinctly remembering how she had spent the following day in bed with a naked Alex. "Fuck you, Past Self!" Chloe cursed in the rear view mirror as she backed out of the parking spot, desperate to get home to Aubrey or preferably Beca.
Alex had watched her briskly leave, wondering only for a moment if she should chase after her but then decided it'd be best to let the girl go.
For now.
Way-oh, hi, intense, right? This one was a bit of struggle, specifically the Staubrey scene because I'm still trying to decide how I want that to go. Those of you that are trying to figure out Alex's agenda? Good luck guessing. Her intentions are still unknown, to you readers of course. Next chapter will have Bechloe, sweet, beautiful Bechloe but again, drama. I wrote this chapter based on the simple fact that in my Pitch Perfect Universe, these characters all have history and a connection, the question is what will happen because of it. Enough of my rambling... PLEASE REVIEW. No reviews = no update. Seriously. No reviews are depressing, so make a girl happy and just comment something.
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