Chapter 3- The Bellas

"I promise I'll be fine, you go to work."

"Are you sure? I don't mind cancelling this class to stay."

"No dad, if you cancel your class you know how far behind those students will get. Just go." Brent sighed from his position in the door jam of Beca's room at home, even though she has a dorm. He refused to let her stay on her own after just being released this morning, so he brought her home to stay for a few days while she recuperates and tries to do some of her make up work. Beca was currently sitting in bed in pajamas after finally getting a shower, working on a mix. The only thing that could help her stop being on edge after just coming from the hospital, except maybe Chloe.

"Alright. Make sure you keep an eye on your phone, I'm not joking. You remember what happened last time you didn't answer your phone." Beca smiled sadly at him. The last time she missed his calls was when she had her incident in high school.

"Yeah dad. I remember. I'll be here, I'm fine. I'm gonna work on my mixes and maybe try to do some of my makeup work. Go or you're going to be late." Brent kissed his daughter's forehead before he left. Beca's phone was blowing up nonstop. All from the Bellas. She made sure to text Chloe a very simple 'I'm out.' so she didn't show up at the hospital, but refused to let anyone skip class to come see her, so she just left it at that. After the 30th time her phone buzzed she relented and skimmed through the messages. Most of them asking where she was so they could come check on her, some still asking for an explanation, some demanding a meet up with all the Bellas. Beca groaned before sending a text.

"I'm fine. You losers go to class. And stop texting I'm trying to mix."

Beca sighed as she ignored the flood of texts coming in yet again. Beca groaned as she clambered to her feet, still exhausted, both physically and mentally, from the week's events. Beca stilled as she realized that everyone but Chloe was texting her. She's probably in class. Beca shook her head as she walked to the kitchen to get a Coke Zero. As she popped the top, there was a knock at the door. Beca was wearing a tank top and sleep shorts, deeming she had enough clothing on, she answered the door. Beca choked on her soda as she was greeted by Stacie. And Fat Amy, CR, Lilly, Ashley, and Jessica.

"Stacie, what the hell are you doing here? How did you know where I was?"

"Hello to you too Beca. We are here because no matter what else we do, we aren't getting an answer." Stacie answered as she pushed Beca out of her way, hitting her pump in the process, causing Beca's knees to buckle and her hands flew to her side as everyone walked in. Stacie was at Beca's side in an instant.

"Beca? Beca are you alright?" Beca swatted Stacie's hands away as she stood and ran to the bathroom. Her pump had been knocked off. Shit. Now she has to go put another one on, and it cannot wait until they leave because who knows how long they will park themselves in her living room. Beca pulled the pump completely off her skin, the back half having remained on, but the canula had been pulled out, so it was now useless.

"Fuck." Beca closed her fist around it the best she could as she exited the bathroom. She walked past the Bellas into her kitchen where all her supplies were. She was about to throw her pump away when Stacie grabbed her hand.

"Ow, Stace, my hand."

"No. What the hell is going on Beca? I'm not an idiot, contrary popular belief."

"I know that Stace. Please just give me a minute, it was an accident."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you just wait a minute with everyone else in the living room please? I need to take care of something." Stacie straightened, imitating Aubrey.

"No." Beca quirked an eyebrow.

"No?"

"No. I'm gonna stay right here, you can take care of whatever in front of me." Beca sighed. Stacie and Beca had become almost like sisters. She was closer to Stacie than she was to Chloe, and that's saying something. Mostly because Beca has a huge undeniable crush on Chloe, so she needed someone to talk to. Stacie is great for that.

"Fine. But no talking. I mean it Stace." Stacie zipped her lips. Beca rolled her eyes as she threw the pump in the trash, ignoring Stacie's slack jaw. Beca moved around in her kitchen, grabbing the insulin out of the fridge and setting it on the counter. She grabbed a new pump and placed it on the counter as she rolled the insulin in her hands trying to warm it up a little. Stacie was wide eyed and her jaw was still on the floor.

"Can't use it if it's cold." was the only explanation Beca offered. Beca opened the container with the pump, taking out the needle they provided. She put 175 units in the needle, and put the insulin in the pump. She waited for her pump to prime, her eyes locked with Stacie's. Stacie seemed to have reached an understanding of what was going on, and looked stoic. Beca pulled her shirt up and looked at her stomach, looking for a place to put the pump. She had 2 spots that hadn't healed from previous pumps. One on each side. She removed the plastic covers and placed the pump on her arm, groaning as she did so because it made using her arm painful and difficult. She breathed deeply as she pushed the button, waiting for the needle to insert the canula into her skin. *POP!* Beca flinched as she the canula was inserted. She cleaned up all of the trash and gestured for Stacie to follow her into the living room. Before they left the kitchen, Stacie stopped her.

"Beca?"

"Yeah?" Staci hugged Beca.

"I'm glad you're okay. I was so worried. Don't ever do that to me again." Beca hugged Stacie back.

"I'm sorry Stace." Stacie and Beca walked out of the kitchen. Stacie sat next to the other Bellas, all of them staring at Beca and the pump on her arm. Before anyone could ask her a question, Fat Amy came out of her bedroom, holding Beca's textbooks.

"Hey short stack, I thought you didn't pick your major." Beca's face fell as she scrambled to get her books back before everyone knew.

"Amy stop! Put those back!"

"No way short stack. I didn't know you were a smarty pants!" Beca gave up and just let Amy throw her textbooks on the table in front of everyone. She was taking science courses higher than Stacie was. Stacie was the first to speak, probably because no one else knew what the books were.

"Woah, B, you're a med major?"

"Yes. Now can we please move on?" This time CR was on it.

"No way DJ. This is some high level shit. What are you gonna be?" Beca snarled.

"That doesn't matter." Stacie brought it away again.

"Beca, how are you taking such high level courses? These are the classes Chloe's taking."

"Yeah, I know…"

"How are you in these classes? I have like 2 years of classes between where I am and where you are."

"I… already took them…" Beca said with a shrug.

"What do you mean you already took them? You aren't a freshman?"

"Technically, this isn't my first year, no. But I wasn't a full time college student either. I… I took college classes in high school."

"Wait, you dual enrolled? I couldn't even dual enroll. What was your GPA in high school?"

"Stacie-"

"No. What was it?"

"3.9."

"3.9?! Were you the valedictorian?"

"I was supposed to be."

"Well what happened?"

"I got sick during the week of the graduation… Can we please not talk about this?" CR stepped back in.

"Aight, what the hell is that on your arm?" Beca bit her lip.

"My insulin pump." Stacie couldn't wait any longer.

"Beca how long?" Beca sighed again as she ran a hand through her hair. She avoided everyone's eyes.

"How long what? Is… is Beca gonna die?"

"No, CR. Beca, answer me. How long?" Before Beca could answer, Fat Amy spoke.

"What is it for?"

"It's for my Diabetes. I have Type 1." Stacie shut her eyes and bit her lip.

"Stace, you didn't seriously think I had Type 2 did you?"

"I was hoping. It's a lot easier B." Beca laughed sadly.

"You don't think I know that Stace?"

"How long B?"

"Since I was two." This was a pretty 2 sided conversation. It was basically Stacie asking Beca questions while the other Bellas tried to follow their conversation.

"Is it brittle?"

"Well, that's an understatement."

"What was your last A1C?"

"8 point something? I don't remember exactly."

"So you went into DKA at the ICCA's?"

"Yes."

"Does… does Chloe know?"

"Yes. Chloe and Aubrey know."

"When did you tell them?"

"Aubrey forced my dad to put her on my visitor's list. And I let Chloe see me yesterday because she ran into Aubrey and got mad at me. I just got home this morning Stace, give me a break."

"I'm real sorry Beca, but I don't really know what's going on. Could you like, give me a run down?" CR asked.

"Sure, I guess. Please shut up until I'm done." Beca took a deep breath before she started.

"Ok, so, Type 1 Diabetes is a genetic disease that causes my pancreas to not produce insulin. Insulin is a hormone necessary to break down the glucose in my blood. Because it doesn't produce it naturally, I have to inject it. That's what the pump is for. But because I have to do the insulin myself, it's not always right. So, I have to check my sugar to balance my glucose levels. Sometimes, it's not enough. And… my immune system starts attacking my body and I go into DKA, which is my body practically killing itself and that's what happened after the ICCA's. Sometimes it goes low, like if I don't eat, or if I deliver too much insulin for what I did eat, or if I exercise without taking the right precautions and stuff. When it goes low, I have to eat a fast acting sugar. Like a juice box or something. If it goes too low, I will start seizing, and I will go into a coma. If I don't get the right medicine into me fast enough, I die." Beca paused to check that everyone was still following.

"Okay. You guys let that sink in, I need to go deal with my sugar and get breakfast." Beca left them and went to the kitchen. She checked her sugar. The number 312 came up on the screen.

"Fuck." Beca used her PDM, Personal Diabetes Manager, it acts as a meter and it controls her pump so she can deliver insulin, and delivered 4 units of insulin. She walked back out to the living room and got some strange looks.

"What?"

"What was your sugar? And you didn't get anything to eat B."

"312, so I have to wait a little while." Everyone but Stacie was confused by her answer.

"312?! Jesus Beca!"

"That's not too strange for me, Stace. I told you it was brittle." CR was still confused.

"Why do you have to wait to eat?"

"If my sugar is too high, I need to wait to eat."

"Even if you're hungry?"

"Yep. I mean, unless it's like, I haven't eaten in a while. There are circumstances where I have to eat even if it's high, but it's just a guessing game."

"How do you know how much to use? Like, wouldn't it be really easy to mess it up?"

"You get used to it. I just… know, if that makes sense. The formulas and shit they tell you to use are bullshit. I just know that with the sugar reading I had, I delivered 4 units, and I can eat breakfast in like half an hour."

"How do you know when it's going too high or too low?" Stacie asked this time.

"You doctors and wanting my secrets. If it's too low, my hands shake, and I get this weird feeling in my chest. I can't explain it because it doesn't feel like anything else. My knees get weak, and I get dizzy and really stupid. It's almost like I'm drugged. If it's too high, I'm on my own. I've never found a way to figure that out aside from just checking."

"How often do you check B?"

"Anywhere from 6 to 10 times a day. More if I'm sick." Jessica spoke this time.

"How long have you had it Beca?" Everyone seemed worried about this answer, even though she already said it, they didn't understand before.

"Like I said earlier, since I was 2."

"B, why did you never tell anyone? Why… why didn't you tell me?" Stacie looked hurt. Standing there, Beca looked smaller than she ever had before.

"It's a long story…"

"We've got time." Beca sighed as she sat down next to Stacie. She told them about her mom, high school, how she never really got to be a kid, everything.

"Beca… You know that we wouldn't stop being friends over something you can't control, right?"

"CR… I think I'm understanding that now, after I was told by not only Chloe, but Aubrey of all people. It's just… not something I like sharing because it's happened too many times before."

"Well, you should just know, and I think I speak for everybody here, we aint leaving just because you're sick. It's not your fault." There was a series of nods and affirmations and Beca smiled.

"Thanks guys. It… it means a lot."

"Alright guys, Beca's probably tired. I'll stay here with her for a little while, you guys go." Everyone but Stacie left, and she and Beca made their way to Beca's room.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a med major?"

"I don't know. I guess because you would have asked what I wanted to be and why."

"Well, what do you want to be?"

"Pediatric endocrinologist."

"Oooh, I get it. So, you wanna be an endo because you have it?"

"I don't know, I guess. I just feel like all the doctors I have had just don't fucking get it. They think that because one kid with it is fine and dandy, we all are. I would understand, and I think that makes it easier for the kids, you know? It's more of a fall back anyway. I'm going to LA to try and be a music producer, but if it doesn't work out, I'll be a doctor I guess."

"That's actually really cool B. Sooo, how's your lady crush going?" Stacie asked as she flopped down on Beca's bed.

"I don't know. She came by the day before yesterday and yesterday while I was in, and she was really great about the Diabetes and stuff. What about you?" Stacie reddened.

"What do you mean me?"

"I'm not an idiot. I know you got a lady crush too Stace."

"I do not! And even if I did, Aubrey would never go for someone like me anyway." Beca smirked. I knew it.

"Stace. Who said anything about Aubrey?" Stacie got redder, and Beca's suspicions were confirmed.

"I so knew it. I fucking knew it!"

"Beca! Oh my god." Stacie buried her face in her hands.

"I found it. I found something to make the invincible Stacie Michelle Conrad embarrassed. Sooo, what are you gonna do about it?!"

"I… there is no way I can do anything about it. C'mon Beca, you've seen her. She thinks I'm sleeping with everybody!"

"You know I love you Stace, but aren't you?" Stacie hung her head as she pulled her infinitely long legs into her chest.

"No. I haven't had sex with anyone in like, 4 months."

"4 months?! I'm seriously impressed Stace. That's just, wow."

"That's when I figured out that I like Aubrey. Even I'm not that low B."

"I never said you were low, Stace. You were always safe, so I respected your choices. It's not for me, but it was part of you. I guess not so much anymore though?"

"No! There is no way someone like Aubrey would be with me. She thinks I'm a total slut. Not to mention that she's as straight as an arrow and probably only dates good little Christian boys she can bring home to daddy. I doubt she'd ever consider dating a girl because of her dad's impossible standards. Beca, I'm so screwed, I don't know what to do." Stacie was starting to cry. Beca scooted across the bed to Stacie and wrapped her arm around her tall friend.

"Stacie, if you wanted I could, like, talk to Chloe? See if Aubrey's as straight as you think? See if this is really as impossible as you're making it out to be?"

"Would you really do that for me?" Stacie got through her sniffles.

"Of course. In the words of a certain red head, we are like totes best friends!" Stacie laughed at Beca's horrible Chloe impression.

"Good, I'm glad my shirt isn't gonna get soaked today. It seems as though we are both filled with girl problems huh?"

"What's going on with you and Chloe?"

"She usually texts me, like, all the time. She hasn't texted me since I feel asleep yesterday. I'm starting to worry that like, she's not as cool with me being sick as I thought…" Beca bit her lip and rested her head against Stacie's shoulder. Stacie wrapped her arm around Beca too, so they were sitting next to each other with one their arms around each others' shoulders sideways.

"I really don't think that's it. You know I think she's totally into you. I can see the sexual tension between you two, and I should know." Beca snorted and smacked Stacie with her free arm.

"Not so much anymore though, huh? She's probably upset that I lied to you guys though. I lied to you guys for a year, Stace, about something pretty important shit. Honesty means a lot to Chloe and I just… completely broke her trust. She probably hates me. So, this is fucking peachy, now we both have crushes who hate us." Stacie rested her head on top of Beca's.

"I think I'm a lost cause, but I think if you work hard enough, Chloe will be okay with it. You had some pretty heavy reasons B. You wanna go get something to eat? Your sugar should be good now, right?"

"Sure. Let me get dressed first." Beca got up and headed to her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt to throw over her tank top. She changed quickly, ignoring Stacie's presence. Stacie forced Beca out of being embarrassed around her. Beca quickly applied her eyeliner and mascara and grabbed her stuff.

"Alright. You wanna go to that café on the corner?"

"Sure." Stacie looked like she wanted to ask a question, but wasn't asking it. Which was a rarity for Stacie.

"What is it Stace?" Beca locked her dad's front door and got in the passenger side of Stacie's car.

"I… I uh have to write a paper for my final in my human genetic disease class… and um, I guess I got lucky with my topic?"

"Let me guess. You got Diabetes and want to use me as your interview?"

"Would you mind? You really don't have to, I can write the paper and get a good grade just fine."

"I know you can. That's fine Stace, just like, don't use my name or anything." When they got to the café, they sat down and waited for the waitress to come over.

"Good morning ladies, what can I get you to drink?"

"I'll take a Coke Zero please."

"Can I get a coffee? Thanks." When the lady left, Stacie asked Beca more questions.

"So, I'm going to ask you questions that the thesis paper said I had to ask if I interviewed someone, and they are horribly stupid and I don't want to ask them, but I want to ask you so that I can get your answer."

"That's fine. Shoot." Stacie sighed as she looked at her phone.

"Is there anything you can't eat? That's a dumb question, but go head."

"I can eat anything I want. Except a girl, I heard that's bad for my heart." Beca smirked and Stacie choked on the coffee she just got and had taken one sip of.

"Jesus Beca."

"Sorry. I'm just so sick of that question. I can literally eat anything I fucking want to if I deliver insulin for it. That's the dumbest thing to ask. Oh, that and 'can you eat candy?' What else you got?"

"How often do you have to see a specialist?"

"Specialist for what? I have like 12 of them." Beca smirked at Stacie as she shot her straw wrapper toward Stacie.

"12 of them?!" Stacie asked incredulously.

"Yep. I see an optometrist, an endo, a general physician, a neurologist, a podiatrist, and ENT, 2 gastroenterologists, a gynecologist, a psychologist, a dentist, and a nephrologist."

"Ok, wow. Um, how often do you see the endo then?"

"Every 3 months. I also have yearly blood draws to check cell count, lipids, and cholesterol, and shit. But since I was in the hospital I won't need to do the blood draw since they took at least 5 people's worth of my blood."

"How often do you check your sugar?"

"For me about every 2-3 hours or so, I think. 6-10 times a day."

"What are your ranges? What is low, what is good, what is high?"

"Low would be anything around and below 70. Good would be anywhere between 80 and like… 170. 200 to 250 is higher than I want, but not terrible, and above 250 is bad. Anything above 200 realistically is damaging my body, but I can't keep it there all the time. It's not possible."

"How low does it need to be before glucagon is necessary?"

"For me, it honestly has no range. At times, I've been fully functional at 16 , and I've brain dead at 60 other times. You just have to look closely. If I'm not responsive and conscious at 60, probably need the glucagon. If I'm awake and seemingly ok, usually juice and something substantial will work. Like granola bars or something."

"Last question. Can you describe living with Diabetes in one word? What kind of question is that?" The last question directed more at herself than Beca.

"Deprived." Beca said bitterly. And she meant it, in every sense of the word. Deprived of childhood. Deprived of her mother. Deprived of friends. Deprived of choices. Deprived of health. Stacie looked at her sadly, but didn't say anything as the waitress came back. Beca got a chocolate muffin, and Stacie got a dough nut.

"I think you should tell Chloe." Beca choked on her soda.

"Yeah sure. I will when you tell Aubrey." Beca said dryly, smirking when her comment turned Stacie red.

"That's not the same and you know it! Chloe is actually into you! You have a chance, I don't."

"I don't wanna argue with you Sta-"

"Shh!"

"What are-" Stacie quickly tilted her head, as if she was hiding from someone, then whispered to Beca.

"Chloe and Aubrey are here. They sat behind you." Beca's eyes went wide as she heard Chloe start a conversation.

"Bree, I just feel so bad for her! I can't believe everyone left her because she's sick."

"I know Chloe. But all we can do now is show her that not everyone leaves. Do… do you think she told Stacie?"

"I don't think so. Stacie kept asking me if I knew, so I doubt it."

"So, how is she?"

"I don't know…"

"What do you mean you don't know?" During Aubrey's and Chloe's conversation, Beca leaned over and whispered to Stacie, worry and hurt washing over her features.

"Are they talking about me?" Chloe unknowingly answered Beca's question.

"Bree, I haven't talked to her since yesterday when I visited her. I told you what happened when she fell asleep! I don't know how to deal with that!" Stacie shot Beca a confused look, and Beca's face fell and blushed at the same time.

"What did you do?" Stacie mouthed to her.

"Fuck. Tell you later." Beca shrunk in her chair as she and Stacie continued eavesdropping, Beca shamefully, Stacie shamelessly. The waitress gave Stacie and Beca their food and took Aubrey and Chloe's orders before the latter two resumed their conversation.

"Enough about me, what's going on with you and your lady crush, Bree?" Both Stacie's and Beca's jaws dropped at learning that the one and only Aubrey Posen liked a girl. Beca smirked.

"I fucking told you so." She mouthed at Stacie who shook her head.

"It's not me." Stacie mouthed indignantly. Beca just rolled her eyes.

"Nothing is going on. And nothing is going to go on. We've been over this Chloe, it's not gonna happen. I'm graduating, and she's not into me anyway."

"Why not? And she's totally into you! I've seen the way she looks at you during practice."

"Who says she's even into girls? And if she is, she could literally get anybody. Plus, we both know she's not the commitment type Chlo." Beca smirked at Stacie again and pointed at her.

"That's you." Stacie shook her head determinedly.

"Is not." She mouthed back.

"Aubrey, you know I love you, but you should just take your own advice." Chloe spoke with an irritated tone.

"And what is that?"

"Get your head out of your ass, it's not a hat! Just tell her!"

"Not happening." The conversation died for a moment before Aubrey spoke again, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

"I… I heard Jesse ask her out." Beca's head shot up, because Jesse had asked her out. She made eye contact with Stacie then pointed at herself.

"Oh?"

"She said no."

"Oh." There was another pause before Chloe spoke.

"I heard some guy talking to Stacie after practice. He asked her why she wouldn't sleep with him." This time Stacie's head shot up as she thought about her conversation.

"What?!"

"She said that she hasn't had sex in 4 months. She said she was holding out for someone special."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"She said she was waiting for a special girl."

"And?"

"Now you have no reason not to tell her Bree! We both know Stacie likes you, just ask her out already!" Stacie broke out into a grin and before Beca could stop it, Stacie squealed. She outright squealed, earning them the attention of everyone in the café, including their two captains who were behind Beca. Beca saw Aubrey's instinct to run kick in, and before Aubrey could get up and leave, Beca spun around and sat beside her, trapping her in the booth.

"Nuh uh Aubrey. Stacie, over here, now." Stacie got up and sat next to Chloe. Aubrey's face was buried in her hands. Chloe was the first to speak.

"So… how long have you guys been here?"

"The whole time." Stacie beamed at Chloe and at Aubrey who was hiding.

"Aubrey." Stacie tried, but Aubrey shook her head in her hands.

"Aubrey look at me!" Beca rolled her eyes as she forced Aubrey to look at Stacie.

"Ask her Aubrey." Beca said forcefully.

"Ask her what?"

"Ask her out you moron."

"Do I have to?"

"Wow Aubrey, way to make a girl feel wanted. Just fucking ask her before she thinks you don't want to." Aubrey sighed before facing Stacie again.

"Stacie-"

"Yes."

"Y-yes?"

"Yes."

"I told you so Bree! Beca, let's go. We should give them a minute."

"K." Beca got up and waited as Stacie let Chloe go. Beca fist bumped Stacie.

"Told you so Stace."

"Oh whatever B! It's your turn. We made a deal, remember?" Beca blushed as Stacie smirked at her. Chloe and Beca left. Usually by now Chloe would have grabbed Beca's hand or looped their arms together, but she hadn't. Something that was both noticed and missed by the brunette. She wanted to hold Chloe's hand, but wasn't sure how to make it happen nonchalantly.

"So Stacie likes Aubrey then?"

"Oh my god. All I've heard about for the last like 4 months is Aubrey this Aubrey that. I told her to just tell her, but she never listened to me. I was right, as usual." Beca smirked.

"Is what Aubrey said true?"

"Which time?"

"That Jesse asked you out."

"Oh. Uh, yes."

"And?" Beca shrugged.

"I said no." Beca could see that Chloe wanted to ask about what she said that convinced him, but she wouldn't let herself ask.

"Just ask me Chlo."

"What did you say that convinced him to stay friends?"

"I told him that there was someone I was waiting for."

"And that worked?"

"That among other things."

"Like what?"

"Well, he asked me if there was another guy, and I said no. And he asked me it like, 4 times! So I just told him that there was no guy because the person I'm waiting for is a girl. He asked me who, and he seemed to get that even if I was into dudes too, he couldn't compare to her." Beca shrugged again as they sat down on a bench.

"W-who is she?" Beca laughed at the question.

"Not saying."

"Oh come on! Do I know her?" Beca sighed and refused to make eye contact.

"Yes, you do."

"Is she a Bella?"

"Yes."

"Is she gay?"

"Nope." Beca popped the 'p' for emphasis. She wasn't lying, Chloe isn't gay. Beca remember a very proud 'I'm pansexual' from a game of truth or dare earlier that year.

"I'm sorry Becs."

"I never said she was straight." Beca muttered under her breath. As far as she knew, the only person who wasn't gay or straight was Chloe. If Chloe heard her, she didn't say anything. Beca decided that she was done with this topic.

"I, uh, probably should have told you this before, but uh, I wasn't exactly an undecided major. I had my major picked out since I was in high school." Chloe's eyes lit up at the news. Beca wasn't sure how she had managed it, but she actually had a few classes with Chloe. A few science classes. The hard ones. Beca sat in the back and had asked her teachers never say her name out loud in roll call because it's embarrassing to be absent so much, so the teachers just look for her instead of calling her out. But, 3 of her classes were science classes, and Chloe had all 3 of them. Beca could always see Chloe sitting in the front, taking notes vigorously while Beca just skated through her classes with almost no effort.

"Really?! What is it? And why didn't you tell me?"

"Medicine. Because you would have asked what I want to be and why."

"Well, what do you want to be?!"

"A pediatric endocrinologist. Because well, duh." Chloe smiled brightly at Beca before hugging her.

"I'm so proud of you! That's such a cool thing Becs!" Beca and Chloe broke apart when both of their phones went off. It was a text from Aubrey calling an emergency Bella meeting in the auditorium in 10 minutes. Beca quirked an eyebrow then looked at Chloe.

"What do you think that's about?" Chloe bit her lip.

"What? Chloe tell me."

"I can't tell you! Please, let's just go." Beca looked at Chloe for a minute before she gave into that look. The pout that Chloe uses to make Beca do anything. Beca groaned.

"Fine. Let's go."