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Chapter 3: At Your Service

Beca finally found the perfect place to live in Atlanta. Her stay at Jesse's had only been temporary even though her best friend told her that he didn't mind if she stayed longer. She appreciated the offer but living alone for so many years made her enjoy privacy and independence more than ever. Also, her best friend still lived with his parents so, not wanting to impose any more than she already had, the DJ thought she'd just go on her own, and finding the best apartment location was a major plus. She could barely contain her excitement the day she found the perfect place. The biggest room in the fourth floor with the terrace facing the road was exactly what she wanted and to her luck, it was available for lease. Sometimes, things just really go my fuckin' way, she thought.

It took no time at all to transfer her stuff from Jesse's place, and after finally settling in, she was enjoying her afternoon drinking coffee at the terrace, just relaxing. She sat there and watched her surroundings while feeling the hot liquid burn her tongue a little as she took a few sips. She observed the apartment building that faced hers right across the street. Her wristwatch showed it was 5:20 PM. She should be home any minute now.

Five minutes passed and Beca had been secretly watching the open window of the apartment room in the opposite building that was in direct view of her own. Moments later, a redhead in uniform entered that room and immediately collapsed on the bed. The tiny brunette laughed upon seeing her and pulled out her phone from her pocket.

Chloe was tired and starving from all the school work she did that day. Dinner wasn't prepared yet so she decided to take a nap until she could finally eat. She had just started dozing off when the chorus to Titanium started playing. She begrudgingly pulled out her phone from her pocket and frowned upon seeing that Little Miss Annoying was calling her.

"Hello?" she answered in a clipped tone that clearly showed her crankiness at the unwelcomed disturbance.

"How dare you answer my call in such impudent manner? You didn't even sit up."

The school girl's eyes widened in shock. How the hell did she know I was lying down? The redhead sat up and looked around. Did she install cameras in my room? She hurriedly checked her ceiling, the corners of her room, the walls but found nothing. She sighed in relief until her eyes glanced up to her open window. The tiny brunette's figure was sitting at the terrace in the apartment building right across from theirs. Chloe's jaw dropped in surprise.

"You don't live there, do you?" she nervously asked Beca on her phone as she approached her window. The brunette smiled wickedly and waved at her, "What do you think, Red?"

The redhead let out a disbelieving squeal and hastily closed her window curtain as she fell on the floor, annoyed.

The next morning, Chloe had woken up late so she wasn't able to eat breakfast before going to school. Hunger was getting the best of her and she could barely concentrate in her morning classes so when recess time came, she ran as fast as she could to go to the cafeteria and ordered a bowl of pasta.

She was happily munching on a mouthful of her spaghetti when Stacie and Fat Amy joined her on the table, looking at her weirdly. She wanted to explain to them that she was really hungry but what came out from the mouths of her two friends almost made her choke on her food.

"Chloe, we want you to know that we are totally fine with it," Stacie started as Chloe's eyebrows rose in question. "We're your best friends so we still love you even if…" she lowered her voice and whispered, "you're into girls now."

The redhead's eyes widened as they shifted from her bowl to her friend.

"Yeah ginger, it's totally okay with us, you know. We accept you for who you are. We really should have guessed earlier on what with all the signs flying around you like a matador's cape." Fat Amy nodded as she explained further. "First, you were dreaming about strawberry lips kissing you and now you've got a really hot, albeit short, Sheila picking you up from school."

Chloe wanted to protest and ask Amy who the hell was Sheila but her mouth was so full that she couldn't talk.

"We absolutely understand. As hot as that woman who picked you up the other day in her gorgeous car was, I'd consider changing teams myself if she was into me." Stacie winked at her.

"So true. She was so damn pretty, I've never seen a woman that beautiful. Her skin was so flawless, and those eyes and the dark eyeliner? Mesmerizing! Even those piercings look bloody hot on her," Fat Amy agreed.

Chloe looked at her two friends. She wanted to tell them the truth, about the car accident, about the deal she came up with to pay for the damages, but Stacie and Amy were looking at her with so much admiration that she didn't want to turn it into one of pity if they knew the truth. So, instead, she swallowed her food and smiled at them. "Whoa guys, you have no idea about how surprised I was either. Like, really. Thanks?"

The two suddenly hugged her and didn't let go until Stacie asked, "This isn't turning you on, is it?" Chloe shoved her back playfully and they laughed together.

"So, tell us about the girl," they asked curiously.

"What's her name?"

"What did you guys do when she picked you up?"

"Did you already kiss her?"

"How does it feel to kiss another girl?"

"Was it nice? I bet it was nice."

"How far did you guys go?"

Her two friends threw question after question at Chloe.

She just shrugged. "You know what's really special about our friendship? The total understanding about the need for one's privacy. I mean, you two really understand boundaries." She looked at them sarcastically as she finished her food.

Her two friends both grinned. "What's her name again?" Chloe shook her head at the two girls. Sometimes they really could be so one-track-minded.

Chloe's phone vibrated just as her History class finished. She went to the washroom and saw that she had five missed calls from Little Miss Annoying. Chloe went inside one of the cubicles and dialed her number. After two rings, the brunette picked up, sounding irritated.

"Didn't I tell you to answer my calls right away?"

"I had a class a while ago so it wasn't possible for me to pick up your calls. I'm sorry," the redhead whispered as she bit her nails. "Why did you call me by the way?

"Come over to my place right now," the DJ demanded as she suppressed a laugh.

"Right now? I still have two classes left. Can I just go there when they're done?"

"No. Come here, right now." And the call got disconnected.

"Hello? Hello?!" Her eyes narrowed in anger, unbelieving that the brunette just hung up on her.

"You're such an arrogant piece of shit, you tiny bug!" she screamed as she kicked the door of the cubicle. Stacie and Fat Amy fell on the floor when the door hit both of them as they'd been eavesdropping on their friend's phone conversation.

"Oh my God, what did she tell you?" Stacie excitedly asked as she got up from the floor.

"To come over to her place," the redhead answered as she narrowed her eyes looking at the mirror.

"The time has finally come, ginger!" Fat Amy jumped. "Don't be too nervous, okay?" she put her arm around Chloe's shoulder.

"I'm sure it's nothing once you do it. Good luck!" they both cheered.

The redhead looked at them confused and shouted in irritation, "What the hell are you guys talking about?"

She stared at the bottle of her cologne spray as she gripped it tightly in her hand. She opened it and looked at the nozzle, chewing on her lip angrily. For heaven's sake, never in a million years would I think of doing this. Why can't she just wait until school's over? A defeated sigh escaped her mouth. Okay, you can do this, Chloe. She closed her left eye and widened her right. She thought for a moment then decided to close her right eye and open her left. Crap, this is tricky. She opened them both widely and placed the nozzle close to both of them and pressed the spray. As the liquid escaped the nozzle and hit both of her eyes, Chloe screamed in pain and frustration.

She walked out of the washroom in a daze and knees wobbly and made her way to the faculty room to find her teacher. He was sitting in his desk reading a textbook when the redhead approached him.

"Sir?"

His eyes widened in fear seeing his student with red, puffy, and watery eyes. "Are you okay, Miss Beale? What happened to your eyes?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm not feeling too well, Sir. Can I go home now?"

The school girl made it to Beca's place in twenty minutes. Her face was still a bit damp after she splashed some water on it to wash the cologne off her eyes. They were on fire, both from the cologne spray and anger she was feeling against the brunette right now. She pushed the door bell and waited for the door to open.

Beca approached the speaker with a tiny monitor beside it and checked who was ringing her door. An evil smirk made its way on her face upon seeing the redhead in uniform. "What's the password?" she asked her through the speaker. She could see the school girl's brows furrow in agitation at the monitor.

"I'm not in the mood," Chloe replied and frowned.

"Password!"

Chloe remained silent as she irritatingly looked at the tiny camera beside the door bell.

"You can't come in unless you give the password." The tiny DJ was trying so hard not to laugh as she watched the redhead's face turn as red as her hair in anger.

"Then, should I just go home?"

"Sure you can. I'll call the police station right away so that they can just arrest you," she teased over the speakers.

There's no escaping this freaking bug. Well, if you can't beat them, just join them.

Chloe sighed. "Fine. What's the password?"

"Gangnam Style."

The redhead rolled her eyes and repeated what she said, "Gangnam Style. Can I come in now?"

"Not yet, Missy. You need to sing and dance it, too."

Wait, what? Sing and dance the Gangnam Style outside her apartment door when anyone could just walk in on me?

"What?!"

"Any objections, Missy? Then, I'll just call up your parents."

Oh Christ, this is too much fun, Beca thought as she cackled in amusement.

The redhead huffed, took a few steps back from the door bell and started singing as she danced to the chorus of the popular Korean pop hit.

Oppan Gangnam Style

Gangnam Style

Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style

Gangnam Style

Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style

Eh~ Sexy lady

Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style

Eh~ Sexy lady

Op op op op

Eh eh eh eh eh eh

On the other side of the door, the tiny brunette laughed so hard watching the younger girl in the tiny monitor. Just as Chloe was almost finished with the routine, the elevator door opened behind her and a group of men saw her singing and dancing. They all stopped, jaws first dropping in shock at the sight of the school girl's performance then in awe before cheering her on. The redhead never felt so embarrassed in her life.

"You're a natural, Red." Beca remarked, wiping the amused tears from her eyes. She let out a loud pleased sigh as she composed herself. "Okay, you can come in now. By the way, the door wasn't even locked to begin with."

You're gonna pay for this, you perv!

Chloe opened the door and she was welcomed by numerous pairs of shoes scattered near the doorway. As she made her way in, clothes were also hung and thrown everywhere. Food wraps, empty plastic glasses, opened pizza boxes, wine bottles, etc were on the floor. To say that a storm seemed to have hit the place would be an understatement.

Beca was on the couch, wearing humungous headphones and busying herself with something in her laptop. Her blue-grey eyes shifted to Chloe as she turned off her gadget. "My dad's coming to visit me today." She stood up as she made her way to the school girl. "You know what to do, right?"

The DJ pulled her jacket from one of the chairs and picked up her keys. "I'll pick him up from the airport and we'll be back here by 5PM. Be sure to impress my dad, Missy." She winked at the redhead and left.

Chloe's eyes wandered around the brunette's apartment, trying to take in the chaos and not knowing where to start. "This tiny bug lives like a messy pig. What the hell?" Her wristwatch told her it was already past 3PM so she only had about two hours left to clean the entire place up.

Figuring she might as well find some sort of pleasant distraction while she did her cleaning, she searched through Beca's pile of CDs and found that she didn't know most of the artists in the brunette's collection. She pulled out an album by DJ Queen B and decided to put it in the CD player. Her head bopped to the beat of the first track and her mood was immediately uplifted by the music. Swaying her hips, the redhead began her arduous task and started working.

Garbage was collected first from the living room and she set them aside. Then, she gathered all of the brunette's dirty clothes and placed them in a hamper then to the washing machine. She mopped the floor and vacuumed it afterwards.

The bedroom was her next target. She picked up one of the pillows laying on the floor and her eyes were caught by what seemed to be a pile of magazines under the bed. Curiously, Chloe pulled them out and her jaw dropped seeing a sexy woman clad only in her underwear on the cover of Maxim. "Who is this beautiful creature?" She gazed at the cover as she read the name of the woman on the lower right portion. "Brittany Snow? Hmmm. She's hot," she mumbled to herself.

Almost two hours had passed and Chloe was doing some last minute checking to make sure she had covered everything.

Living room, check.

Bedroom, check.

Bathroom, check.

Kitchen, check.

She sat down and smiled to herself for a job well done. Her uniform looked utterly filthy and her hair was messy but she couldn't care less. She had done it!

She heard the door open and she swore she saw Beca's eyes brighten upon seeing the place, all clean and properly arranged. What she didn't see was Beca's dad's eyes on her.

"Beca, are you dating girls now? Not that I have anything against it but a high schooler for God's sake?"

The DJ was stunned at her father's accusation. "What?! No! She's only a maid, dad."

Her father's eyes remained on her, peering suspiciously. Beca simply rolled her eyes. "Seriously, dad. No. It's her part-time job. I hired her," the tiny brunette explained. She turned to the redhead and waved a dismissive hand. "Chloe, you can go now."

The school girl silently made her way to the door and smiled at Mr. Mitchell. She was about to leave the house when Beca stopped her. "Hey!"

The redhead turned towards the brunette's direction and saw her handing out a $10 bill.

"Why don't you buy more cookies?" Beca smirked, that damn eyebrow rising teasingly.

Chloe gaped at the older girl and wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug little smirk off her face. She glared at the DJ and snatched the bill from the brunette before hurrying off, grumbling under her breath the entire way out.

One day down, ninety-nine more to go.

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