A/N: Okay so sorry for the really long wait. I've had a bit of writers block, plus school, and I forgot my login stuff for my account and it's just. Man. But, you guys probably don't want to hear my excuses, so here you go without further ado I present you chapter 4.
When class ends, Chloe and her friends wait for wait for me by the door. "You didn't have to wait for me you know." I say when I finished packing up.
"We know, but we have class together. Plus, wouldn't want you to get lost would we?" Stacie says with a smirk.
I look at Chloe and ask, "Do they have all of the same classes as us?"
"No Stacie doesn't have Art Workshop with us and neither of them have anatomy with us." She says and I nod. We walk into the gym and I walk up to the teacher while they go into the locker room to get dressed.
After I talked to the teacher I walk into the locker room. The first thing I'm met with is over a dozen half naked girls. Including Chloe. I can't help but notice how toned she is. My staring is interrupted when she looks up at me, making eye contact. She smiles and I blush, turning to go to the other side of the locker room.
After I get dressed, I make my way out to join the rest of the class in the gym. Chloe waves me over as I walk in so I make my way over to her. When I get to them,Chloe starts talking. "Okay, so this isn't a normal gym class, it's outdoor pursuits. So we'll be doing things that most gym classes don't. Like today, we're doing archery."
"Oh god. So not a good idea to trust me with a weapon. What if I accidentally shoot someone?" I ask worriedly.
Chloe and Stacie laugh while Aubrey looks annoyed. Great, I've already managed to annoy my classmate. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Chloe talking again. "Don't worry, we work in pairs and we've been doing this for a few days. just hope that whoever O'Loughlin pairs you with someone helpful."
Before I can respond Mr. O. blows his whistle. "Alright everyone! Run three laps then I'll pair you up." I groan and begin running, hearing chuckles behind me.
When we finish running we line up to be paired up. "Beca, you'll be paired with Stacie since you're new and Stacie's pretty good at this." I look to my right to see Stacie grinning smugly towards Chloe and Aubrey.
"Why do you look so smug?" I ask, following Stacie to a station with a bow and some arrows.
"Oh me, Bree, and Chloe always argue about who's better at archery." She says. I nod and watch her grab the bow, stringing up the arrow. "Okay, so just watch me so you can get the basic form and if you have any questions or anything I'll help you out."
"Okay." I say, taking a step back. I watch as she aims the arrow and pulls back the string. When she lets go, it flies through the air and sticks about an inch from the bulls-eye. "Jesus Christ dude." I say with wide eyes.
She laughs handing me the bow. "Alright just do what I did." She says. I string up the arrow and pull back. I'm about to let go when she says, "Hold on. You need to pull it back a little more or it'll only go about a foot if that." I nod and pull it back more. "Lift your elbow a little more." I lift my elbow and look at her with a raised brow. She nods and I turn my head back towards the target. Letting it go it goes through the air and sticks just barely inside the outermost ring.
"At least I hit the target and not a student." I say with a laugh. She laughs and takes the bow back, stringing up another arrow. I feel eyes on me and turn my head to my right, where I see Chloe staring at me. She smiles, and I return it with a small one of my own. I look at her partner, who is supposed to be shooting, and see him staring at her ass. I furrow my brow, wondering how she doesn't notice it. Shaking my head I turn back to Stacie just in time to see her handing me back the bow.
We're back in the locker room getting dressed. I just got my shirt off when Stacie walked up to me.
"Nice rack." She says with a wink. I blush, Quickly putting my shirt on.
"You too?" I say, making it sound like more of a question.
"Thanks!" She beams. I chuckle before turning back to my locker. "So, did you have fun in class?" She asks. I turn my head towards her and nod, noticing the small smirk she has.
"Yeah, I guess." I furrow my brows at the accusatory tone and turn back to my locker. "Although I'm quite surprised I managed not to kill someone." I say with a small laugh.
"Yeah, you did pretty good for a first timer. So, what's your next class?"
"Uh, Algebra I think. Why?"
"Who's your teacher?" She asks, completely ignoring my question.
"Uhhhh," I look at my schedule before saying, "Mrs. Derocher."
"Sweet! We have the same class." She squealed.
I cringed before saying, "Okay cool. But please just promise to never make that noise again."
She laughs. "No promises." Just as I'm about to respond the bell rings, and we make our way to class.
When we arrived, I was told to I could sit anywhere. I sat down next to Stacie and took out my stuff.
"So," Stacie began. "Who were you checking out last hour?"
"W-what?" I stammer. She couldn't have seen me, could she have? "I wasn't checking anyone out."
"Oh really? Then why were you so flustered last hour? You were barely even concentrating." She says. I look away, ignoring her. "Was it Tom? What about Drew?" She asks. I shake my head refusing to answer. "Or are you into more feminine qualities?" She asks. My head snaps up and I look at her with wide eyes. "Oh, so you're gay?" I blush and look away still refusing to answer. "It's cool. I'm bi so I can't exactly judge. So who was it?"
"Does it even matter?" I answer, not looking at her.
"Yup." She says, popping the 'p'. "Can I guess?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Aubrey?" I shake my head. "Me?" Shake. "Taylor?" Shake. "Chloe?" Pause. Shake. "Oh my god! You were totes checking Chloe out."
"Totes? And no, I wasn't checking out my sister." I say.
"Stepsister." she corrects. "Technically there would be nothing wrong with it. I mean, I can't blame you. Chloe's hot."
"Yeah, she is." Says an unknown voice from in front of us. We look up and see a boy standing there with a goofy grin. "But I prefer Brunettes." He says.
Stacie chuckles at him. "Hey Jesse." He gives a goofy grin before sitting down in the seat in front of me.
" So who's your friend here?" He asks, looking at me.
"This is Beca, Chloe's stepsister. Beca, this is Jesse." I look at him and give him a forced smile. I can't stop wondering how long he'd been standing there. Did he hear the whole conversation? I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the teacher starting class. And I'm immediately reminded why I hate Algebra.
After class, I hurry out of the room trying to ignore Stacie and my evidently new suitor. When I walked in, I saw Aubrey and Chloe sitting with a group of girls at a table near the back. I talked to the teacher before making my way to them, and sit to the right of Chloe.
She turned to me and smiled. "Hey, Becs." She says, pulling me into a hug. I tense before awkwardly returning it.
"Uh hey, Red." I say.
"Who's your friend Chlo?" Asks a bigger blonde, with a thick Australian accent.
"This is Beca, my-" She begins, but gets cut off by a dark skinned girl.
"This is Beca? The one you wouldn't shut up about?" She asks before shamelessly checking me out. "Dude, your sister's hot."
"Yeah, I've been told. By Stacie." Chloe says, sounding 're interrupted by the teacher beginning to talk.
"Alright class, we have a new student, Beca Mitchell. How about you tell us something about yourself so we can get to know about you?" She says looking at me.
"Oh, uh, I like mixing music and drawing?" I say a bit nervously, making it sound like a question.
"Alright. Well, everyone, be nice to Ms. Mitchell. Begin your work and I'll be around to help if needed." She says and everyone begins working on their various art pieces.
"Well, that was a bit embarrassing. Is that all we do in this class?" I ask.
"Yeah, pretty much." Says the bigger blonde.
"Oh! I need to introduce you guys." Chloe says. She points at the bigger blonde. "That's Fat Amy."
"You call yourself Fat Amy?" I ask incredulously.
"Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back." She says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I nod.
"That's Cynthia Rose, but we call her CR." Chloe says, pointing at the dark skinned girl.
"'Sup." CR says, with a small nod.
"That's Lilly." She says pointing to a small Asian girl. Her mouth moves but I don't hear anything. I furrow my brows, but before I can ask, Chloe leans over to whisper in my ear."She's very quiet. We can never hear her, even when we're right next to her." I nod and she smiles. "And that's Jessica and Ashley." She says, pointing in the general direction of two girls but not specifying who's who.
"Which one's which?" I ask.
"I'm Jessica." They both say at the same time. They look at each other, confused, before shrugging and beginning to draw.
"Okayyy." I drawl out.
"We Just call them Jashley so we don't confuse ourselves or them." Amy says, shrugging.
"No we don't." Aubrey says, brows furrowed.
"Hush, child. Just go with it." Amy says. I have to fight myself from breaking out into laughter, so instead I turn to Chloe.
"So. What should I draw?" I ask, drawing her attention from the small banter.
She looks deep in thought, before smiling and saying, "A butterfly."
"Seriously? A butterfly?" I ask.
"Yes, seriously. And to make it interesting, I bet you can't do it, with it looking good, by the end of the hour." She says.
"What's in it for me?"
"Five dollars?"
"Alright, you're on." I say. I grab a pencil and piece of paper and begin to draw.
"Pay up." I say when I'm finished drawing. It's about five minutes before the end of class, and I feel pretty happy with how the drawing turned out.
"Let me see." She says, grabbing for my drawing.
"Can't you just take my word for it?" I ask, moving the paper out of her reach. It's not that I'm scared it doesn't look good, I just don't want her to judge me for it.
"Becs, just let me see it. It's not like it could be any worse than when we were kids." She says with a teasing smile. Rolling my eyes, I hand her the paper and look away to avoid eye contact. The drawing was of a butterfly sitting on a rose with a ripped wing. After a few minutes of silence, I get anxious.
"Okay, so it's horrible. I guess I owe you five bucks." I say, going to pull out my wallet.
"What? No! It's not horrible, I was just surprised by it." She says, but I continue to refuse eye contact. "Becs, look at me." I shake my head. "Becs." She says again. I shake my head again. "Beca." Another shake. I think she's given up when she falls silent, until I feel a hand lifting my chin. I look up and see Chloe, mere inches from my face, smiling that megawatt smile. "It's beautiful, Beca. I had no idea you could draw so well."
With a blush and casual shrug, I say "Yeah, it's no big deal. Just a hobby I have for when I get a mixers block."
"Can I keep it?" She asks with a small smile. At my nod, she squeals. "Yay! You need to sign it."
"Sign it?" I ask.
"Yeah, like an autograph." She says excitedly. I smirk, grabbing the paper back from her and grab a pencil. I quickly scribble down my autograph before handing it back. She quickly reads it and chuckles. "To my favorite weird ass redhead - Beca Mitchell." She reads out loud with a wide smile. We hear someone clearing their throat, reminding me there's other people with us.
Glancing over, I see Aubrey narrowing her eyes, Amy and CR smirking, and Lilly muttering something about…. Dead bodies? I think I'll ignore that one.
Amy takes a glance at the drawing before saying, "Wow, Short-stack, you're pretty good."
"Thanks." I say.
"Are they always that good, or only when hot redheads ask for them?" She asks bluntly.
"What?" I ask with wide eyes and I blush. Chloe chuckles next to me. " Um, always? I guess?"
"Really? then draw me a smoking hot girl. By the end of lunch." CR says challengingly.
"Okay?" I say not sure why she needs confirmation. Before anymore can be said, the bell rings. I pack up my stuff and grab a piece of paper before following the girls out and towards the cafeteria.
Second A/N: Okay, so I hope you liked it. Feel free to leave a review and tell me what you thought. And, like I said earlier, I've been having a bit of a writers block so feel free to tell me what you'd like to see next and I'll see what I can do with it. Honestly your ideas would probably help form the rest of the story, so the more the merrier.
