Ch. 3: Slut Like You

A/N: So, i know it's been like, forever since i uploaded. I sincerely apologize for that. If you would like to know what's been keeping me, feel free to shoot me a message, but i'm not gonna waste your time on here with it. anyway, i hope you like the chapter. this one is a lot longer and (hopefully) more of what you guys want. Reviews would be awesome! And, don't judge the story too much yet. Don't forget that I, too, am a Bechloe fan. Trust me, and we'll get there!

Beca groaned at the light shining through her window as she rolled over. Having gone to sleep after 4 am, she had no idea what time it was, or even worse, where her phone was. She reached to the spot where she normally left it, but it wasn't there. Que freakout she thought to herself already in panic mode. Sitting up, she started frantically searching the surrounding area but stopped when she saw the blonde hair in the bed next to her. Oh, god, who is it this time? She could kill herself. This was the third time in the week since she arrived at Barden that she had waken up next to a complete stranger. She tried to maneuver around to see who it was, but she ended up, very gracefully, falling off the bed, pulling the covers, and her pride, with her.

The blonde woke up with a jump, startled by the noise, as Beca tried to stay as still as possible, hoping that if she were still enough, she could actually become invisible. No luck. Within seconds their eyes were locked in an awkward morning-after stare. Eff! What do I do now? Beca though, trying to come up with anything to get her out of the situation at hand... or even a name! Luckily the blonde broke the silence for her by smiling and laughing at the sight of the badass DJ laying on the floor twisted up in her own blankets. "Beca, you are as graceful in the morning as you were on the dance floor last night."

Shit! Beca thought. Why is it so easy for everyone else to remember names? "Uh, thanks..."

"Alex. It's... Alex."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I had a great time last night. I just, well, I'm not very good with names. Or being stealthy, so it would seem." she said sitting up, trying to lighten the mood. "I never have been. Good with names, I mean. Well, and the stealth thing too. But mostly the names. It took me a month to remember my high school teachers' names. Then again it probably would've helped if I had stayed awake during their classes and all... please say something to shut me up."

Alex smiled down at Beca. God, she's cute. "It's okay. I just tend to remember the names of the people in my classes. Especially the cute brunettes."

We have a class together?! Psych, history, calculus... Beca scrolled through all her classes trying to figure out where they knew each other from.

"It's okay that you don't know the class. I sit behind you. We're in philosophy together. I just happened to remember your name from when Dr. Hallgarth called roll on Thursday."

"Really now." Beca said, climbing back onto the bed. "And then you just happened to stalk me to the bar last night, huh?" Since sarcasm wasn't really her strong suit right after she woke up she added a wink to make sure Alex knew she was okay with it.

"Actually, I was really surprised to see you there. You always look so cool in class, I figured some lame welcome night at the bar was the last place I would see you."

"Well, normally, you would be right, however, this particular cool-chick was forced to go. My manager wanted everyone that works at the station to come see him DJ, and if I want to keep the only cool thing I have going for me in this hell hole, I had to go watch."

"You actually work at the station? Now I'm gonna have to tune in sometime."

"Cute. But if you're trying to tune in to hear me, you're out of luck. Freshman don't get to DJ. We just stack CD's. If we're lucky we'll get hired on as sophomores and then we'll get hours. And if the manager likes you, they'll put you on when people will actually hear you." Why are we still talking? Isn't this the part where I leave and make it known that I'm not interested in anything else? How is this happening?!

"Well, in that case... I actually have no idea what to say. I have to admit, I'm not really good at the morning-after thing. In fact, I don't usually have nights that lead to morning-afters." Beca tried to stay calm. Inexperience was not a quality she was looking for when she hooked up. Alex hadn't seemed inexperienced. "It's just, you were really cute, and you were coming onto me pretty hard..." Beca looked down at her lap and pulled the covers closer. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it all awkward. I can go... Yea, I'm just gonna go. Thanks for dancing with me last night. I had fun. Um, I'll give you a call."

Beca knew she should have said something so it wasn't so awkward. Alex hadn't really done anything wrong, but she couldn't help as she breathed a sigh of relief when the door clicked closed, then immediately jumped when it opened a second later. While she didn't particularly care for her roommate, she was glad it was Kimmy-Jin, and not Alex again.

"Beca," Well, that lasted about a second. She got up and started getting her shower stuff ready while Kimmy-Jin continued her rant. "next time you decide to bring random girls back to the room, it would be nice to have a little warning so I can at least put in some earplugs. Oh, and while you're at it, don't bring them back to the room. It's disgusting."

"Well, Kimmy-Jin, pull that stick out of your ass, and you're more than welcome to join." Beca said with a wink as she headed out the door. At least I'm pissing her off, she thought.


Beca walked into the bathroom still grinning from being able to piss off her roommate. After all the crap Kimmy-Jin put her through, she was allowed to be a bitch sometimes. Maybe if she were a little nicer we would go back to their room. Or at least I would be nice about bringing them home. She picked a shower, put her stuff down, then realized she forgot her shampoo. FUCK! She had just bought a new bottle, but left it in her room in the bag. She didn't wanna head back to her room so soon after such a nice comeback, so she started looking in the open stalls. Maybe someone had left theirs behind after a shower and she could steal some. It wasn't such an odd occurrence. People left stuff in the showers all the time. As she was looking into the last stall with no hope another girl walked in. Alright, Beca, play it cool and maybe this will work out for you she thought.

"Um, hey." She said. "So, uh, awkward question. I just had a huge fight with my roommate and I left my shampoo in there and she's kindof a bitch and so I don't really wanna go back in there so quickly. Is there any way you would be willing to give me, like, a tiny bit of your shampoo?" Ramble much? Jesus, what happened to playing it cool? Damn. It's always the cute redheads that get to me.

The girl looked at her like she had just grown a second head before bursting into laughter.

"So, is that a yes? Cause otherwise I have to admit defeat and walk balk into the war zone empty handed."

"Yea, sure. One condition though." she said.

"At this point, I would do a handstand naked to borrow it."

"Well, I'm not going to make you do that much. Give me your number."

"My number?" The girl just nodded confidentially. "In exchange for shampoo?"

The redhead was getting nervous now. Was asking for her number too much? Maybe she should have just given her some shampoo. But what was she supposed to do? The hot girl from the bar walks up to you and asks you for shampoo while in a towel, and you just supposed to do nothing about it? "You know what? Uh, never mind. I can just give you some. I'm sorry."

"No, it's totally cool. Do you have your phone on you now?" Hmm, a date and shampoo. This is too easy. Beca thought.

The redhead handed her phone over to Beca who typed in her number and saved it before handing it back to her. "My name's Keira, by the way." She said, taking back the phone and grabbing her shampoo.

"Beca. Quick question, how did you know? I mean, you don't normally just ask for girls' numbers in the bathroom do you? Or maybe I should be spending more time in here." Beca laughed for a second at her own joke before realizing it made her sound really creepy.

"Nah, that would be weird. No, um, I saw you at the bar last night talking to Alex. She's in one of my classes and I know she's gay. So I figured you were either her roommate, or hitting on her."

"Uh-huh. Small campus. So how did you decide? I mean, between roommate and lesbian?" Beca was really curious. It wasn't every day she got asked for her number in a bathroom while in a towel and begging for shampoo.

"Two things. One: Alex lives in Stevenson. If you were her roommate, you wouldn't be showering over here. Two, and probably the more important, since it's what gave me the courage to ask: I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in. I believe the term 'undressing me with your eyes' is appropriate here. I mean, besides the fact that I'm already basically undressed. So, I guess you were un-toweling me with your eyes." Keira explained, smiling. She was hoping that the nervousness of talking to the girl she had been checking out all week wasn't showing.

Beca was shocked. Most girls never even noticed her checking them out. It was one of the good things about being a lesbian. Girls expect guys to check them out and hit on them, but not other girls. They usually didn't even notice the checking out, and the flirting, until they found out she was gay, they just took for being friendly. "Wow, that's a lot of noticing and remembering. Good call."

"Well, I'm a Criminal Justice major. I want to be a P.I. I love searching for clues and figuring things out. It's such a rush. I know, I'm crazy, but I think it's really fun." Damn, why is she so cute! "Anyway, uh, here's my shampoo. I have a detailed leg-shaving to do before I get started on my hair, so just roll it under when you finish." Keira said with a wink.

"Will do." Beca said heading to her shower before turning around to check Keira out again, then blushing when she caught her looking back. Maybe the year won't be so bad she thought.

As Beca got out of the shower, in which she had spent most of the time thinking about the sexy redhead shaving her legs, she looked for the shower that Keira was in. It wasn't hard to spot since most people had better things to do on a sunny Saturday at 2 pm than to shower, so she found the stall, rolled the shampoo under, and turned to walk away when someone grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her against the wall. Keira pressed herself against Beca, ran her hands up the back of her neck and into her hair, and kissed her.

Caught totally off guard, Beca kissed her back for a few seconds before sliding her own hands around the redhead and tried to turn them around. Kissing a girl in the shower: fine; hot even. Not being in control: never! But Keira was stronger than she looked and managed to stay in control. She wanted to tease the hot brunette, but only enough to get her to agree to go out that night. She moved her body slightly away and lightened the kiss so their lips were barely touching, then moved to Beca's ear where she whispered, as provocatively as she could, "I'll text you with the details." then returned to the shower.

Beca had no idea what to say. Did that really just happen? Should I follow her? Should I just leave? What's the protocol for a totally hot, knee-buckling make out session in the shower? Beca wasn't sure about a lot of things at that moment, but one thing was certain. She was definitely going out with Keira tonight.


The instructions were simple.7:30. Room 206. Hmm, I like a little mystery in my girls. Beca thought. She figured 206 was Keira's room and they would be heading down to go to dinner or whatever dance club was the "coolest" that night so she had mentally prepped herself for all of the stupid music and lame mixes she would be listening to. It wasn't easy, but she figured she could handle it. After the kiss she'd gotten earlier that day, she was convinced she could handle anything for a few hours. If it meant getting more, that was. She walked up to the door and knocked, trying to tell herself that she was confident, but knowing she wasn't. What if she thinks I'm super lame when she starts talking to me? What if they play Justin Beiber at the club? Before she could worry too much, though, Keira opened the door in an outfit that Beca could only assume was what her mother called a "come hither" outfit. Damn that girl looked hot. Red hair in a pony tail, but still curled, tight, black tank top with a heart necklace, denim shorts that, while being super short, weren't slutty at all. And tall black heels. Originally Beca had a cool opening line planned, and had opened her mouth to deliver her wittiness when she heard the door start to open, but all that came out was a breath, not even a sigh or a whistle. It sounded like the noise that came out a balloon when you accidentally let the end go while it was only half full. Way to play it cool, Beca.

Keira smiled, taking in the girl in front of her. She was wearing dark jeans, boots, and a shirt that wasn't exactly sexy, but the way she wore it just made it so... damn. "Well, hey. I didn't think you would come. You ready?"

"Yea. Lets go. Uh, where exactly are we going?"

"We're already here. Come on in. I have to say, your timing is impeccable. 7:30 on the dot." Keira said as she walked back into her room. Beca's mind was already in places it shouldn't be this early in the evening, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the kiss out of her mind as she followed Keira. In the middle of the room was a picnic set up with plastic champagne glasses and tiny cut sandwiches and two bags of Beca's favorite chips. There were pillows everywhere and everything was clean and tidy. Even the bed was made. The only bed in the room.

"No way! You got a single! How did you do that? I tried but I still got stuck with the roommate from hell."

"Well, I know some people and I pulled some strings. There's only like, 12 singles in the freshman dorms. But my mom is a professor here so she knew exactly who to talk to."

"Your mom's a professor here? No way, my dad is too. What's she teach?"

"Calculus. Well, mostly calculus. She also teaches some of the other upper level math classes, but I never really understood what they were. Math, not really my thing. She got so mad at me when I failed algebra in high school."

"Cool. My dad teaches comparative literature, but I absolutely love math. I'm actually in calculus right now."

"Well, I hope you don't have my mom as your professor. That would be kinda weird." Keira sat down on the blanket she had set up for the picnic. Nerves were not something that came normal to her. Planning the evening had been easy, but as soon as Beca showed up she got the feeling that she wasn't in control anymore. There was just something about the short brunette that took control of any situation and grabbed the attention of every girl in the room. God, she's so hot.


Beca grabbed her shoes and quietly tiptoed out of the room. This is always the worst part. She opened the door as narrow as possible and closed it making as little noise as she could. She knew she would be getting a text from Keira when she woke up, and she knew she would look like the bad guy, but emotions were simply not something she did. While her mind knew she should have said something before they had sex, she had never really learned the skill of how to bring it up. Do you just say hey, you're really cute and smart and funny, but I'm really just here for the sex. Beca scoffed at the idea. Oh, yea, then add, but we can still be friends to the end of it. That always gets the ladies. It wasn't her fault that girls didn't know how to leave emotions out of it. The way she saw it, if everyone was just a little less focused on forever and always and a little more focused on right here, right now, life would be so much easier. Or if she could somehow convince herself to like guys. they didn't seem to have these stupid problems.

She changed and climbed into bed. She would wake up in the morning with text messages and missed calls that she knew she would have to face, but for now it was nice to sleep alone. Maybe I'll just relax tomorrow she thought as she turned her phone on silent. Maybe tomorrow I'll just make some mixes and chill. I mean, you're supposed to rest on Sunday, right?

A/N: So, there it is. Let me know what you think. I promise i care about what you guys say. Plus, it gives me that oomph I need to write the next chapter. This week's song is "Slut Like You" by Pink. Do you think it fits?