3. Adorably Badass

Beca was enjoying the day so far. She was relaxing, her headphones on, her eyes closed. She should've been doing her thesis on Plato, but it wasn't like she actually cared. She already went to her classes. She didn't feel obligated enough to do the home works too.

She'd also enjoyed the non-Jesse and non-Chloe day. Ever since she's given the redhead her number, two days ago, she'd gotten texts and selfies almost every minute. It was kinda cute, not that Beca would ever admit that.

And then there was Jesse. He texted her too, not as often, but that didn't make it any better. He constantly kept inviting her over to watch movies (she always declined or ignored them) or bothered her with requests to hang out IN HER dorm.

Now, honestly, Beca kinda liked Jesse. Not romantically, so hold your horses ladies and gents. She found him vaguely amusing when he wasn't hitting on her, and he was pretty nice. He was pushy, but not in a good way (not that there was a good way, maybe what she meant to say was in a Chloe-way).

What was Chloe-way anyway?

Beca shook her head and rolled her eyes. She decided she'd work on a mix, when her phone pinged.

Chloe: Hey :)

Ugh. She stood corrected apparently. This day was probably NOT going to be peaceful.

Beca: What

Chloe: How are ya? ;)

Beca: Okay. You?

Chloe: Awesome! :') What ya doin'?

Beca: About to mix.

Chloe: Oh yeah! You mentioned you wanted to be a DJ. :D What songs are you planning to mix?

Beca: Don't Stop and No Control

Chloe: I love 5sos! :DDDDD

Beca: They're okay.

Chloe: but 1D's good too. Why them tho? I thought you'd be all..."my life is horrible and I bleed through..."

Beca: I'll pretend I didn't just get insulted

Chloe: :((( AWWWW IM SORRY

Beca: It's...whatever. Why you texting anyway?

Her phone suddenly started ringing. Curiously, Beca answered it and heard a familiar high pitched squeal. "BECA!" Chloe said.

"Chloe," Beca said.

"Come over?" The redhead asked. She sounded hopeful and Beca could imagine her smiling, biting her lip, bright sky blue eyes shining.

"Um..." Beca trailed off. She had never really gone into another person's dorm before - save for that one time she had to drag Fat Amy with the help Stacie back into their dorm, because the Aussie was drunk out of her mind - but that really didn't count since she'd stayed outside. "I really don't think I should."

"Why not?" Chloe inquired. "Are you busy? Is the mix really hard to make?"

Of course not, Beca wanted to say, but she didn't wanna hurt Chloe's feelings by saying so, which was strange. Beca had never really cared about how other people felt.

"Yeah," Beca said. "Really hard. In fact, it's giving me a headache."

Chloe sighed. "That sucks. Take a break, maybe? Please? If you hang with me, maybe I can help ya out?"

Damn. She was persistent.

"Look, uh, Chloe. I'm sure your busy and everything." And there's also the fact that you live with Aubrey, Beca silently added.

"I'm not!" Chloe insisted. "And in case you're thinking that Aubrey might shoot you when you come in, don't worry. She's out with Stacie."

Life wasn't on her side, it seemed. "Fine. But only for a little bit," Beca agreed.

"Yes!" Chloe said, sounding as if it was the best thing in the whole world.

/

Beca found Chloe's dorm twenty minutes later. It turned out that her hall, Smith, was close to Baker's Hall, where Beca's dorm was. It took her a few minutes to find it (the campus was large), but she had spent five minutes behind Chloe and Aubrey's dorm room, wondering if she looked socially acceptable.

She didn't know what to wear, should she should just don on some casual clothes or wear something a bit more presentable? In the end, she had just thrown on a gray and black sweater, along with some black shorts, and black vans. She had a gray beanie on, and she hadn't put on any black eyeliner, because God, those things were actually pretty itchy.

Beca pressed her knuckles against the door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on it once.

"BECA!" The door suddenly opened, startling the brunette, revealing a disheveled yet good looking Chloe.

Chloe had her red hair in a messy bun, some red strands dangling in front of her face. Her blue eyes lit up the moment she met the smaller woman's darker eyes. She wore a simple white tank top and gray sweatpants. Her feet were bare.

It took a moment for Beca to gather her wits, but she managed to offer a small smirk. "Red."

Chloe beamed at her. "I like nicknames."

"You like everything," Beca pointed out.

"Nah. Just nicknames. Pizza. Oh and you," Chloe said with a playful wink.

Beca pretended to be offended. She placed a hand on her chest. "Ouch. I come after nicknames? I mean, pizza, I understand. But damn."

Chloe giggled. "You're such a dork."

"I learned from the best," Beca said with an eye roll.

Chloe smiled and stepped inside her dorm. "C'mon, get in. I don't wanna waste our precious time."

"Thanks," Beca said as she stepped inside the older girl's dorm.

Chloe and Aubrey's dorm room reflected both of them quite perfectly. There was a quite obvious split between the two sides, in between the two sides were the bathroom, so Beca guessed that must have been neutral ground. Chloe's side was decorated with posters of bands and singers (1D, 5sos, Bruno Mars, Taylor Swift, and Maroon 5). Her walls were painted purple and white. Her bed had about fifteen pillows (Geez, Beca only used, like, two) and she had a huge brown teddy bear on her shelf, with the words Tom + Chloe on it.

Aubrey's side was a whole other story. Her wall was decorated with a picture of the White House, and her diplomas from high school and her medals. She had a few posters of bands and singers (Ace of Base, The Script, Aerosmith, Journey, Celine Dion). Her side was painted a relaxing mint green, which probably helped calm her down. Her bed was normal and organized, with two pillows and her blanket folded. Her shelf was filled to the brim with thick and heavy looking books.

"Wow," was all Beca managed to say.

"Yeah," Chloe said with a grin. "We had three years to decorate it so, hahaha."

"You guys go all out," Beca commented.

Chloe winked. "I do it all the way. You?"

Beca's mind went blank for a moment and her face turned red. "Um, uh...I'll get back to you when I have a better comeback." She wasn't sure if it was possible for her face to even get redder than it was now.

"You're such a dork," Chloe said again, grinning.

Beca waited for her face to turn back to normal. "I'm badass."

"You're adorable," Chloe said.

"Still badass."

"An adorable badass."

Beca crossed her arms. "Meh. I'll take what I can get."

Chloe rolled her eyes at the familiar banter, but she still smiled. She gestured at her bed. "Let's sit down."

A playful Chloe Beale and a bed should have made warning signs go off inside Beca's head. She and Chloe were only kind off friends (she was sure the redhead thought they were best friends) but Chloe already had the ability to turn Beca into a mumbling awkward tomato-faced teenager, a feat no one had ever really succeeded at.

But Beca nodded anyway and sat down.

/

"Tim gave you the teddy bear?" Beca asked, as she shifted on the bed. She was sitting down, while Chloe was curled up in a comfortable ball, her head propped up on her hand.

"Tom, Beca. His name's Tom," Chloe said with a soft laugh. "It says so on the bear."

Beca shrugged. "Okay. Tom. He gave you the bear?"

"No. My grandma did. Yes. Of course, he did," Chloe said sarcastically.

Beca smirked. "My sarcasm's rubbing off on you."

"What can I say, you m'dear, are contagious."

"Ew. Dude. Don't call me 'dear'."

"What would you prefer? Bae?"

"Okay. I draw the line in pet names in this friendship."

Chloe beamed. "So we're friends?"

Beca tilted her head to one side. "Of course we are. I mean, you annoy the shit out of me. But yeah. We're friends."

Chloe grinned and sat up properly. "I can't even...ugh...get over here."

Beca raised a curious eyebrow. "Um...why?"

"Just get over here," Chloe insisted.

"Um, no?"

"I'm not going to kill you."

"I doubt you could."

"Ok. There. Now get over here."

Beca shifted away. "I'm actually fine right where I am."

Chloe laughed. "Beca. Come here."

"Why?" Beca asked, still not trusting the redhead's intentions.

"So that I can suck your soul," Chloe deadpanned. "I'm joking. Now get your ass over here."

"Sexy."

"What?"

Beca smirked. "My sexy ass."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"I don't wanna be easy, you know." Beca winked. "I like to tease."

Chloe just stared at Beca for a long moment. At first, Beca didn't know what was wrong until Chloe's face had turned red. She was blushing! Ha! Score one for Beca.

Chloe shook her head and plastered another smile on her lips. "Whatever. Now get over here."

"I really-" Beca started to say, until Chloe leaned over to her. Beca tried to squirm away, maybe jump off the bed, and run to her dorm. But Chloe was quick. In a second she was already in front of Beca.

"Um," Beca started to say, but Chloe had already leaned in really close.

As close as she'd been on Aca-initiation night. Her nose brushed against the brunette's. "See? I told you we'd be fast friends."

"Well, you did say my ass was bigger than Prince's," Beca replied with a wink.

Chloe grinned and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around the pale girl's shoulders, pressing her head into Beca's shoulder. It was just as soft and warm as the last one had been. Beca hesitated for a moment, but she pushed away her uncomfortableness, and allowed herself to sink into the embrace. She awkwardly wrapped her arms around Chloe's waist, and held the older woman there.

Beca pulled away first. "Um. Is that all you wanted to do?"

Chloe grinned. "Yeah. Yeah."

They looked at each other and for the first time Beca laughed out loud. She just laughed. "God. You're such a dork."

Chloe winked. "You love it."

"Meh, it's alright," Beca said. She smirked. "I mean, you're a-dork-able, but still not my type. I like them muscular and short, with hairy chests. Like Bumper."

Chloe giggled. "God. You're adorable."

"No. I'm badass."

"Nope. You're adorable."

"I'm an adorable badass."

A/N: (AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. JUST SO YOU KNOW. THIS WILL BE A FULL STORY, but will be published separately. Keep your eyes peeled for a story title "Nothing But the Beat". That'll be it. Review please :3)