The Redhead Invasion

The next day, bugging Chloe's apartment was all set. Luke has told Jesse and Lily the floor plan of the house so they will know their entrance and their exit without getting caught. I was really confident about them completing the objective. I mean, they're not CIA agents for nothing, right?

In the mean time, Stacie and I tried to live normally as college students. Stacie enters our dorm from her class and she found me sleeping. She walked towards my bed and sat on it.

"Becs. Becs, wake up." She said as she was poking my sides. I groaned as I turn myself on my bed and looked at her.

"What?" I asked with a sleepy voice. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Are you supposed to be here? Don't you have a class right now?" she asked.

"I don't feel like going to Intro to Philosophy today…that subject sucks." I said as I push myself to sit up straight. Stacie chuckled and nodded, "I totally agree…but Becs, we need to have good grades. Your father is gonna kill you if you flunk your subjects."

"Stacie, I'm a CIA agent…I've been studying that shit for like my whole life. It's just plain basics." I said matter-of-factly. Stacie laughed and stood up to plop down on her bed. Then she looked at me with a look…and I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked cautiously.

"Go to the auditions for the Bellas with us." Stacie said and I sighed. Not this again.

"Stace, we've talked about this. I can't."

"Why not? I'm not saying that Lily and I couldn't handle it…but the more the merrier. Plus, you're a DJ." she points out, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What does that have to do anything with me being a DJ?" I asked confusedly.

"You make mixes! If the Bellas wanted to redeem their reputation from last year's puke gate…having you in the group would help them…would help us! If you make them listen to your mixes, then we all do it in an acapella way…that would totally be awesome! Think about it." She explained.

Sometimes, I do admire Stacie's way of looking at things. She can really think of ideas and can actually see the bigger picture. I can also admit that the ideas that she suggests gives a pretty good insight. I'm not trying to sound cocky or anything, but Stacie has heard one of my mixes and she was totally amazed by it…and I'm pretty proud of myself for that.

"Look, Stace…I would join, but I can't." I said as I shook my head. This is me unable to contain my feelings anymore. "Why?" she asked desperately.

"It's because…I – I…" I hesitated. Then I took a deep breath and let out a shaky one. "I have a crush on Chloe."

Stacie looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face. I'm not really sure if she's shocked, or somehow annoyed…I don't know.

"You have a crush on Chloe Beale?" she repeated and I dropped heavily on my bed with a puff of breath. My mind was starting to think and think and think…trying to reassure myself if I really do have a crush on Chloe.

"Y-yes?...I don't know, I'm not really sure." I said as I rubbed my face with both of my hands. And then there's silence again. It was hard for me to admit that I have a crush on the person who is the daughter of our client, especially if I'm gonna admit it to one of my colleagues.

"You son of a bitch." Stacie blurted and I shot my head up and looked at her. "What?" I asked insulted and then she laughed. I was looking at her like an idiot because I don't have any idea what she found about the situation funny…or any reason to call me a son(actually a daughter,but whatever) of a bitch. Stacie covered her mouth, trying to control her laughter, making them muffled. I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You know there are rules, right?" she says teasingly and I nodded. "Well, I understand you." She says…and that made me more confused than ever.

"Huh?" I said. Seriously, this chick is so random. First she calls me a bitch, then laughs at me, and then tells me that she understands me. What is up with that? I don't get it at all.

"I said, I understand you. I mean, the redhead's hot. Who wouldn't have a crush on her?" she says with a shrug. I tilted my head on the side because, I was still lost. She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh you are such a slow person!" she commented.

"Alright! Having a crush is not part of my expertise!" I raised my hands in mock surrender.

"I get it, Becs. You have a crush on the ginger, but you're not supposed to because your father says 'no personal feelings towards our clients' that's why you're trying to not join their group because you think that it will just trigger your feelings towards Chloe in to something more. I get it, okay?" she said and that's when realization hits me. "But think of it in a more positive note. One, it can help us in this mission. Two, you can have the pleasure of seeing her every day. And three, you can even help them win the competition and have their reputation back on the top." She says, lifting three fingers to show her points. "It's all a win-win-win. If you can't control your feelings, I'll be right here to slap your face and drag you back to reality." See what I mean about her seeing the big picture? She's not just all boobs and legs and sex appeal…she's a brain too.

I sighed and just shook my head. "I'll think about it." I mumbled at her. Stacie smiled and leaned further in to her bed while arms are crossed over her chest.

"Now that's better." She says with a victorious smirk plastered on her face. I rolled my eyes playfull at her and smiled.

"Yeah, yeah...anyway, all I want right now is a bath. I'm gonna go take a shower." I said as I opened my cabinet and took out my toiletries, my bathrobe and my towel. Stacie hummed in approval as she turns her back towards me and she drifted into her sweet slumber. I shook my head once again as I looked back at her before getting out of the room and closing the door quietly.

"You shout me out, but I can't hear a word you say…" I sang as I entered the showers room. I was so looking forward to having a nice bath. I got my hair up in a bit messy bun with a few brown locks falling, my toiletries in my shower basket, and I'm not wearing anything except for my bathrobe.

"You're talking loud, not saying much…" I continued singing as I walk towards one of the empty cubicles, being confident that no one is listening since that time all students have their classes going on.

"You criticize, but all your bullets ricochet…you shoot me down but I get up."I slide the curtain of an empty shower cubicle to the side, then hanged my towel on a rail, hooked my basket of toiletries as I enter the cubicle and took of my robe. Then I closed the shower curtain.

You guys might be wondering why I'm singing 'Titanium' by David Guetta. Well for starters, that song is just completely awesome. Not just the music, but also the lyrics. Badass and beautiful all in one song. I opened the shower and let the water run through my hands for me to adjust on its coldness as I continued singing. "I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away."

Being a CIA agent, being aware of your surroundings is very important. You have to know if you are being followed…or if there's someone watching your every move…

"Ricochet, you take your aim…"

…or you're being stalked in your shower cubicle.

"You can sing!"

"DUDE!" I squeaked as I turned around and saw Chloe, smiling brightly at me and completely nude. I tried to close the shower curtain and cover my naked body at the same time, but with no luck. The redhead opened the shower curtain and brought herself inside the cubicle.

"How high does your belt go?" she asks as she reaches for the shower knob and turns the shower off.

"My what? Oh my god." I claimed with wide eyes because I am freaked out. Who stalks people in a shower?! Normal people don't do that!

You know what's even worse if you're stalked in your shower? That person who stalked you is your FUCKING CRUSH. Clearly, I wasn't able to sense her coming as I was too entranced in my singing…stupid Beca.

"You have to audition for the Bellas." Chloe says with her voice laced with full determination.

"I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk." I said, trying to avert my eyes from looking down or from her body or from her face or from her. Yeah she's hot and all, but this is too much for me to handle. TOO. MUCH!

"Just consider it. One time, we sang back-up for prince. His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with like, one hand." She said as she accidentally (well not really sure, but it can also be intentionally) bumps my toiletries that I was using to cover myself, causing it to drop on the floor. "Oops!" she squeaked.

I rolled my eyes and tried to pick it up, but figured that it's not a really good idea to bend over now. So I decided to just face the shower wall so my back is turned towards hers. "Seriously, I am nude." I said sounding pretty annoyed, my face looking annoyed so she would get off my back (pun not intended).

"You were singing Titanium right?" she said, and bing! I turned my head to look at her with a smile on my face.

"You know David Guetta?" I asked with a bit giddy attitude.

"Have I been living under a rock?" she said like 'am I stupid or what?' and then she nodded. "Yeah. That song is my jam…" And then she lowered her voice a bit and moves her face closer to me, with a flirty tone she continued her statement, "My lady jam."

I hid my face on the shower wall to hide the blush that was creeping up my cheeks. This girl is unbelievable. "That's nice." I said, giving her sarcasm and letting her know that she shouldn't be stalking people's showers, telling them that Titanium is her lady jam!

"It is. That song really builds." She said with a wink. Ok, she didn't just tell me that.

I scrunched my face and muttered "Gross."

"Could you sing it for me?" she asked as she bits her lip.

"Dude no. Get out." I answered, desperately wanting her hot naked body to go away before I start to have a breakdown. I was actually hyperventilating that time, but because of years and years of practice…I am able to hide my true feelings behind my badass façade.

"Not for that reason." She said with a shook of her head. "I'm not leaving here 'til you sing…so."

She won't quit…this is hopeless.

I gave her an irritated smile and she just sighed, looking at the ceiling, not really leaving without hearing me sing the song that builds her.

Well I don't have much of a choice, do I?

I turned around, having my arms cover up my upper body and was looking at her awkwardly. I looked at her in the eyes and started to sing.

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose…" I started and then she looks straight at me and started to harmonize with me.

"Fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim…fire away, fire away…"

I don't know but all of a sudden, it's like time has stop. There was no more embarrassment, no nakedness as I drown into the beautiful blue orbs she has. It was like there's only the two of us, singing this beautiful song together in perfect harmony. The way our voice blended together perfectly, the way we sang the song together…it was chemistry. A real connection.

I may sound so queerballs right now, but I don't care. I love it.

"You shoot me down, but I won't fall. I am Titanium.

You shoot me down, but I won't fall. I am Titanium."

Damn…if only I could just grab her face and kiss her so hard, I would've done it…and it took every bit of my nerves to not do that. I gave her a smile and she returned it as well, and then I looked at the ceiling, still trying to keep myself to stare at her hot physique.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm pretty confident about…" she gestures her body. "…all this." I nodded in agreement and just mumbled, "You should be."

She gave me another smile as she turned around and grabbed my towel to give it to me.

"Still need to shower." I muttered awkwardly when I took my towel to cover myself as she was just standing there. If she was waiting for me to kiss her, she could've just told me so! I have no problem with that…but then, a tall brunette guy came out of nowhere in a sudden. Thanks a lot, big guy.

"You have a lovely voice." He complimented at me.

"Thanks." I said with a raised voice and less gratitude. Could people just stop invading my shower space? I am naked, for Christ's sake!

He smirked at Chloe while Chloe was making googly eyes with him. I gave Chloe the look as she looks at me. She looks between me and the guy then she gets the message because she went out and closed my shower curtain.

"See you at auditions!" Chloe said with a sing-song voice as she left the showers room.

I was invaded in my shower, completely naked…and Chloe has a boyfriend. Dammit.