Saw your face, heard your name, gotta get with you
Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new
Isn't this why we came? Gotta get with you
Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new

Girls Like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko

Chapter 3: Girls Like Girls

"…so, it turns out I've failed Russian Lit, and, therefore, have to stay in Barden for one more year." Chloe explained before taking a sip of a glass of water. She was still in Beca's bed, currently tangled in the sheets. Beca looked at her curiously, turning around in her office chair and taking her eyes off the computer screen, and smirked.

"Sorry, I can't really concentrate on what you're saying while you look like a burrito." She joked.

"Are you saying I look delicious?" Chloe responded with a wide grin, successfully crushing the other girl's attempt to embarrass her. Beca blushed intensely, instinctively lowering her head for a second before recomposing herself.

"I hate you, Beale." She stated, sending the redhead a fake glare.

"No, you don't." Chloe said firmly. Something changed about her energy. Her blue eyes had darkened and were so deeply fixated on Beca's that the brunette quivered. For a minute or two, they stayed silent. Beca was trapped in Chloe's gaze, unable to look away, despite the urge to do so.

"Earth to Beca and Chloe!" Amy called from her spot, seizing the pair's attention. Beca cleared her throat.

"So, um…you were saying?"

"Actually, I was about to ask you something, Becs." Chloe said. Her bright blue eyes showed a glimpse of insecurity, which only made the other girl's discomfort increase. "Is there any possibility…"

Beca held her breath. Unsure of what to expect and, yet, imagining every awkward scenario that could ever exist.

"…of me being…"

Oh, God, That was it. She was screwed. Unavoidably and completely screwed.

"…a Bella again?"

"Wait, what?" Beca exclaimed automatically. Chloe's brow furrowed. The brunette let out a relieved chuckle. "OH. Of course you can be a Bella again, Chlo. And not just any Bella, I want you to be my co-captain."

"Really?" The redhead's face lit up and she dropped the covers in excitement.

"Really." Beca sent her what Fat Amy would call her 'Chloe-only' smile. The older woman immediately smiled widely in response while squeaking and jumping to hug the small DJ.

"You guys would make a cute couple." Fat Amy stated. The pair froze as they were –tangled in each other's arms– and looked at her quizzically.

"What did you say?" Chloe asked, visibly perplex. Amy gulped, realizing what she had implied.

"I've left my iPod on shuffle."

Later that day, after class, Jesse contacted Beca through a set of overly excited texts.

Hey, Becs, How are you today? –J

Let's spend some time together! Come to my dorm? –J

Come on, I've got GTA V. –J

It seemed he had forgotten about the previous encounter's incident, which made Beca answer him dryly.

You owe me a new mixing board. –Becs

Oh, man. Are you still mad? I'm sorry about that. –J

He continued to insist on seeing her. Regardless of her unwillingness to do so, she decided it was the perfect opportunity to put a stop to that charade of a relationship. Therefore, she accepted the invitation and left her dorm after telling Amy she would probably return soon.

"Attack hug!" Jesse exclaimed as he opened his door and quickly threw his arms around her.

"Attack hug." She repeated, unamused. "That's so cute. So cute."

After a few rounds of the game, Beca started to think about how the pair seemed to work better as friends. She usually felt extremely annoyed by Jesse, but it was only due to his endless attempts of having a romantic connection with her. None of that stopped her from appreciating him as a person.

Her expression must have ratted her immersive moment, since the boy paused the game and sent her a curious glance.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just…worried about some things." She answered, half-truthfully.

"Is it about Chloe?"

"Huh? What?" The brunette's navy blue eyes widened in terror.

"I know she's back and I wonder if maybe you're worried about her academic life. I mean, you guys are close, right? Didn't she fail a subject or something?" He clarified.

"Right. Yeah." She uttered the quite incoherent response in a strangled whisper. Jesse observed her with uneasiness, but rapidly masked it with one of his infamous goofy grins.

"Do you wanna keep going?" He asked, his thumb hovering over the controller's 'x' button. It seemed as if time had frozen and Beca's reality had become exactly like the videogame at that moment.

Continue? Nine, eight…

"I think…I think that we should…"

"Beca, you've only sung one note for that entire song." Chloe stated, sending the tiny DJ a confused look. It was the following afternoon and they were at a Bellas rehearsal for which the rest of the girls had been excited, considering it was Chloe's return as a co-captain. However, the tiny DJ had been bemused since the begining. Beca cleared her throat, trying to camouflage the fact she had spent the song staring longingly at the redhead with a rather improvised reply.

"My throat was sore."

"Is your boyfriend distracting you?" Fat Amy asked, somewhat irritated by the situation.

"My boyfriend…?" Beca asked obliviously.

"I'll be quieter." Jesse's voice echoed from the benches, bringing the brunette back to reality. Amy sighed in frustration and Chloe's face twisted into a murderous expression for a split of second before she shook her head and regained her posture.

"All right, girls, let's go through the set once again and then we can rest."

After the rehearsal, Beca decided to take a walk through campus to try to clear her mind. Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned. At one point, she ran into Kimmy Jin, who, lamentably, was carrying her beloved bonsai tree. It inescapably fell to the ground. The small accident earned her the coldest death glare in the history of humankind, followed by an abrupt statement.

"You're a real inconvenience, Beca."

As the frustrated DJ entered her dorm, she was welcomed by the sight of Fat Amy sitting in front of her desk, her laptop open, and the one and only Aubrey Posen on the screen.

"What's going on?" She asked with a tired voice. Amy turned around to greet her with a wave.

"See…I was using your computer, taking to Bum-I mean, doing some research for a paper." Amy's face turned red for a short moment.

"My laptop is password-protected." Beca replied, suspicious.

"You call 'Titanium' a password?" The large blonde questioned. "You might as well have chosen 'Chloe' or 'redhead' or something equally obvious." The brunette rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Aubrey here called on Skype. She wants to talk to you."

"Oh…okay." Beca said, internally nervous, as she replaced Amy in the office chair. The larger woman remained by her side, also looking at the screen. "Sup, Aubrey?"

"Beca." The older woman greeted her quite professionally. "Remember that talk we had a while ago?"

"Yeah…what about it?"

"I'll be direct. The whole galaxy knows you have a toner for Chloe." Aubrey began her speech. Beca opened her mouth to object, but the older woman glared at her. "DO NOT protest. It's the truth, even if you can't say it out loud." The brunette crossed her arms on her chest defensively, but proceeded to listen. "Anyway, everyone can tell, except for Chloe and Jesse. We have a tricky situation here."

"No shit." Beca replied sarcastically.

"I swear to the aca-gods, Mitchell, I'll turn off my computer."

"Okay…okay! Sorry. Go on."

"First things first: I need you to verbalize what you feel for my best friend. Then, and only then, we can think of what do to next."

"Seriously?" Beca groaned. Aubrey stared firmly at her, expecting her to follow the task. "Fine. If it's so damn important for you to know…I might have a crush on her. There it is."

"A 'crush'." Aubrey said, not sounding convinced.

"Yes, 'a crush'." Beca said through gritted teeth, beginning to feel annoyed. "Which I might have."

"Might." Aubrey chuckled.

"Yes, 'might'. Jesus Christ, Posen." The petite girl hissed, while blushing furiously. "Why does it matter, anyway? It's not like she's interested in me. I mean, she hits on me all the time, but I'm pretty sure it's just for fun."

It was strange – confiding in Aubrey with her anguishing feelings. However, the older woman was one of the few who truthfully knew Chloe and how the ginger's mind worked, -conflicts form the previous year aside - so it was either that or talking to Chloe herself, which was just too risky for her.

"Oh, you are so oblivious." Aubrey let out in a whisper. Beca raised an eyebrow.

"What?!"

Aubrey sighed. "Don't tell her I said this, she'd get pissed…but, believe me, it's not for fun."

"R-really…?" The small woman gasped, incredulous, suddenly feeling too uncomfortable to look directly at the screen. "I thought she was with Tim…Tom…whatever his name is" She scoffed.

"Didn't you say she just broke up with him?" Amy inquired carelessly. Aubrey's eyes widened.

"Did she really?" Beca asked hopefully, looking up abruptly, a hint of a smile on her features.

"They had a huge fight or whatever." Amy declared.

"Yes! But I didn't want Beca to know that, Amy!" Aubrey exclaimed in a high pitch, her voice blasting though the computer's speakers.
"Yeah, I don't know what it is about that girl. Ever since last year-" The DJ began.
"Beca, I forbid you from hitting on Chloe as long as you're still with Jesse, since you haven't had the guts to break up with him yet." The fierce blonde interrupted. "I will NOT tolerate you leading her on."
"Geez, Aubrey, do you really think I'd do something like that? It's Chloe we're talking about."
"We all know you're a total badass-DJ-wannabe, jerky-jerk who flees when she's scared, so yeah."

"That's completely untrue."

"Whatever! Chloe's had enough heartbreak in her life. Let's just leave it at that. Don't make a move on her unless you break up with your fake college boyfriend!"

"Yeah, I don't know what it is about her. She's been driving me crazy." Beca said, leading her hands to her hair in agony, not paying attention to her friend's request.

"Forget it, Beca!"

"Guess who's drunk!" Fat Amy's voice startled a previously asleep Beca as she slammed the dorm's door open.

"I guess Amy" Beca uttered the answer through a tired groan as she rose from her bed, her brown hair messy.

"You guess right." The larger woman stated. "Were you actually sleeping?"

"I had just fallen asleep; your timing could not be more perfect." The brunette replied sarcastically. Amy mumbled something about short people and their moodiness as she let herself fall on her bed face first. Beca sighed. "Are you really that drunk? I kinda need someone to talk to."

"I'm all ears." Amy said, slightly raising her head from her pillow.

"About earlier…when we talked to Aubrey. She's made me think." Beca led her hand to her hair, running her fingers through it and pulling it back in consequence; a nervous habit she had had since high school. "This Chloe thing…I don't know what to do."

There was no response. Assuming that her friend had fallen asleep due to the excess of alcohol in her system, Beca let out another deep sigh.

"I really like her, you know."

"Then you should break up with your fake college boyfriend." Amy's muffled voice revealed she had not fallen asleep, but was about to.

"And not just as friends." Beca went on, ignoring the blonde's statement.

"Then you should break up with your fake college boyfriend."

"It sucks."

"Theny'shouldbr…" Amy's voice finally faded into a whisper as she drifted to slumber.

"What?"

In that second, her phone beeped.

You should break up with your fake college boyfriend – Posen

It's taken me longer to upload this chapter and I'm sorry. Now I'm on vacation, though, so I'll have more time to write.

I'd really like to know your opinion about this one.

Thanks for reading!

~angstylullaby