Chapter 3
Beca absentmindedly touched her lips for the millionth time that night. Chloe was pissed at her, refusing to speak unless it was to scold her. Beca had never been more grateful that she had a hotel room to herself-away from Chloe and the rest of the Bella's. She pulled out her phone, debating on wether or not to text Kommissar. She felt guilt tug at the pit of her stomach. She should be wanting to text Jesse, not some German goddess she'd went to dinner with. Went to dinner with and kissed. Not to mention the thigh touches. Quickly making a decision, she typed in Jesse's name. Just a quick doing well and thinking of you text. Nothing more, nothing less. Once it was sent, she flopped back onto her bed, feeling emotionally drained. A nagging urge to text Kommissar kept pulling at her. She repressed it, and instead got up to try and take her mind off things. She sat up, snatching her key-card off the nightstand and grabbing her wallet. She walked down the hallway, not really searching for anyone in particular. She paused at Fat Amy's door, raising her hand to knock. Maybe the other girl could help her work out her situation. She knocked once, and the door swung open. Unlocked, figures. She stepped in quietly, thinking the girl might be asleep.
"Oh! Oh my god! I'm just- I'm just gonna go," Amy was attached at the lips with one of the German guys from DSM. He stepped back from her, clearing his throat.
"Someone is here to see you." His accent was heavier than Kommissar's. Amy looked shocked, and awkwardly straightened her shirt. Beca was stepping back when the other girl grabbed her arm.
"Beca, please don't tell Chloe, she'll-" she stopped, her expression faltering.
"Tell me what?" The redhead had seemed to pop out of nowhere. Shit. Beca whipped around, desperately trying to come up with a good lie. Chloe gasped, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth.
"You're sleeping with the enemy!" She whispered, horrified. Beca snorted in spite of herself.
"Dude, I really don't think it's that big of a deal-" Beca began, but Chloe pushed past her walking up to Amy. Beca felt slight spacey, hearing them angrily argue. She vaguely wondered if Chloe would flip out so bad if it was Beca instead. She'd probably be worse. The small girl shot Amy a sympathetic glance and bolted from the room. She felt bad for leaving, but she couldn't really help her friend. She did feel slightly nauseous at Chloe's attitude. Deciding there was nothing she could do to convince the other girl, she kicked off her shoes and curled up on her bed, hoping Chloe wasn't too hard on her friend.
A/N: Sorry for the shorter filler chapter. I'm working hard on doing longer ones.