Chapter 3: Flaws

Chloe stepped through her front door, her shoulders heavy with despair over how many Alex thoughts drifted through her mind on the way home. She was greeted with a hyperventilating Aubrey, the blonde seemingly on the verge of vomiting. "Brey?"

Aubrey sat on the couch, her eyes wide and on the borderline of tears. "I-I messed up, Chlo."

The redhead set down her things to quickly join her friend's side. She rubbed Aubrey's back with one hand, her other hand gripping Aubrey's. "Honey, what? What's going on?"

Aubrey swallowed hard. She blinked repeatedly, trying to form words. "I-I was at Stacie's... And I was really stressed out about work, and we were drinking-"

"Oh, no..."

"An-and she kept saying how men were the root of all my problems and then next thing I know I'm on top of her- and, I just, I don't know what came over me!" Aubrey breathed out, a little shaky.

Chloe laid her head on Aubrey's shoulder, bringing the girl in for a tight hug. "So you slept together?"

"What? No! We almost fucking kissed and Amy came in and I panicked and left."

The redhead shot up. "You left?"

"I left."

Chloe let out a sigh. "What exactly is going on between you two?"

"Nothing! I made a mistake, Chloe. You know, those things you make all the time?" Aubrey snapped, causing her friend to back away.

"We're not talking about me here, Aubrey. We're talking about you! Stacie has a crush on you, it's pretty obvious. Knowing her and her personality, why would you dangle yourself in front of her and then leave? That's messed up."

"I know it's messed up!" Aubrey stood up, feeling a bit of anger surface. "I was stressed and I wanted to not feel that way, even if just for a moment! God, I'm not like you or Stacie or Amy, living a carefree lifestyle. And I realized, even if it was too late, that doing anything with Stacie would be wrong. I'm with Uni, and yeah, sometimes he's absent, and distant or flaky, but when he's there, he's there."

"You should talk to Beca, you two have a lot in common," Chloe mumbled.

"Aca-scuse me? This is so not like you and Beca. This is Stacie and I, and we are not a thing! We will never be a thing! I made a poor and slightly alcohol induced judgment. Not everything is fairy tales and rainbows, Chloe!"

Chloe stood now, face to face with her best friend. "And this isn't a black and white situation, Aubrey! There is no right or wrong answer! I'm not even saying you being with Stacie, in whichever way, would even remotely be a good idea. All I know is what I see. You wanna know what I see?"

"Not particularly," Aubrey huffed, crossing her arms.

"Well, I'm going to tell you. Uni maybe be present when he's present, but other than that, it's like he doesn't exist. He lives an hour away, and God knows what he's doing in Atlanta. It's big city with lots of people, and considering he hasn't committed to you and he's a former Treblemaker, that would be a red flag in my book. What I see here, is you happy when that girl is around! I love Stacie, and I think she's an amazing person. Do I think you two would actually work? Probably not. But then again, not to compare it my alleged fairy tale romance, I never thought Beca would be with me. And look where we are. You can't predict the future, Aubrey. No matter how much you want to plan your future life with a husband, 2.5 kids and a border collie, it's doesn't work that way. You can't help who you love. It's love." Chloe let out, sighing afterwards. A look of sweet, understanding sadness crossed her features.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, trying to hide the tears welling up. "Well, then it's a good thing I don't love anyone, isn't it?" She went to walk away but the shorter girl whipped her around and forced her into a hug. She let out a whimper as she settled into Chloe's arms. "I really messed up, Chloe."

"Stacie's a big girl, she'll get over it once you explain yourself. You just have to start being honest."

Aubrey pulled away, an offended look gracing her face. "I am honest."

"Tell me how you honestly feel about Stacie then," Chloe crossed her arms.

The blonde groaned. She shifted on her feet, fiddling with the silver ring on her finger. The Posens weren't known for lying, she wouldn't start now. As painful and embarrassing at it would be, Aubrey Posen would be honest with her best friend. Always. "Honestly? I don't know. Sometimes, I think that maybe there's a tiny part of me deep, deep, down that might... like her. But, then there's a bigger part that still likes Michael, no matter what anyone says about him. Yes, he can be distant, but we're both busy and I can be distant too, that's how our relationship works-"

"Aubrey, there is no relationship! You two aren't even official!" Chloe argued.

"Excuse me, but the status of my relationship and how official it is, is between him and me. Whatever we have, it's working for now. And that's all I need from him-"

Chloe cut her off again. "Bullshit, Aubrey. You're not happy, you think you are but you're not! Jesus, if you are too chicken shit to be with Stacie, then fine, but don't play into whatever half-assed relationship you have with Unicycle! You deserve better than that!"

"Chloe, God, you don't even know what the hell you're talking about! It's none of your business!" Aubrey raised her voice, growing more irritated by the minute.

"It is my business. You are my best friend, therefore it is my business. Stacie doesn't deserve to be used for your comfort whenever you're feeling lonely or experimental-"

Aubrey stepped close, getting in Chloe's face. "That's it! That's what I'm trying to fucking tell you! I don't want to use her, but I am and I have been and it's fucked up! That's what I really want from her. I know that part for a fact," Aubrey relented. She sat back down on the couch, her head in her hands.

The redhead's face had a bit of shock to it. Aubrey wasn't that kind of person. Sure, she could be manipulative and controlling when she wanted to be, but to outright use someone? Especially one of her close friends? There had to be more to it, Chloe reassured herself. "I don't understand."

"I don't either," Aubrey sighed, dabbing the corners of her eyes. "It's like she's my safety net. She's there to compliment me, comfort me, make me laugh... She's there when Michael isn't. And I've thought about... you know, being with her... intimately-"

"Gross, Brey, just call it sex," Chloe scrunched up her nose.

Aubrey rolled her eyes. "You're such a child. Fine, I've thought about sleeping with her, and Lord knows I've been given plenty of opportunity, but I always tried to hold our friendship higher than my drunken needs. For the most part, it's worked. But then, I don't see Michael for weeks on end and she's there, and today I just lost it. If Amy hadn't burst through the door, we would have had sex. I would have slept with her, gotten up, got dressed and walked away." Aubrey's lips formed a sad pout at her admission.

The redhead reached over and took Aubrey's hand. "I don't think you would have done that."

The blonde yanked away. "Are you even listening to me? I'm being honest with you, Chlo. I would never date Stacie. I would sleep with her because it would be easy to and convenient until Michael appears at my doorstep and takes me away for the weekend. I would use her if I could, and I'm struggling not to because she is my friend, it's a cruel thing to do to someone but that's the real truth.

Chloe shook her head in disbelief. "You would cheat on Unicycle because you're bored and selfish?"

"She's a girl, does it really count?" Aubrey replied casually.

Chloe stood up, her hands on her hips. "Okay, I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but you are not acting like my best friend right now. You are not acting like Aubrey Nicole Posen. I can't believe you would even think that any of this is okay! It's not okay! You cannot not do this to Unicycle, let alone drag Stacie into it just because you're horny!"

Aubrey stood, her shoulders tense. "Don't act so high and mighty, Chloe! You've done so many fucked up things, and I do one and it's the worst thing ever. Actually, I haven't even done anything yet!"

"Key word being yet! If you fuck with Stacie," Chloe began, stepping closer to Aubrey, "I'll fucking tell her. Do not do this, Aubrey. You will regret it, and you will get hurt in the proce-" Chloe turned her head when her phone buzzed violently on the table. A number she knew by heart appeared and her palms became clammy.

Aubrey noticed the change in Chloe's demeanor. "Who is it?"

"It's not important. It can go to voicemail. We're in the middle of a conversation-"

Without warning, Aubrey picked up her phone and hit the green button. "Hello?"

"Ah, so you do still have the same number," A raspy voice cooed out from the other line. Aubrey's eyes grew wide when she recognized the voice. She quickly narrowed them, shaking her head. "Listen, when we were stuck in the elevator today I forgot to ask you about the paper for Karwick's class. I know that marine arch is kinda your thing, so I'll buy you some Kona's coffee if you wanna give me a refresher on all that stuff?"

Chloe reached for the phone, mouthing 'hang up' but Aubrey kept pushing away. Her height was quite the advantage. She held her back at arms length, her hand on Chloe's chest. "I'm in the middle of something, call me back in an hour?" Aubrey spoke into the phone.

"You can count on it, Chlo," Alex muttered softly. Her response was followed by the sound of a click.

Aubrey tossed the phone on the couch and crossed her arms. "How fucking dare you," she hissed.

Chloe's face turned red, stuttering to find an explanation. "N-No, it's not what it looks like, Brey. We were trapped in a fucking e-elevator today and it was awful! Sh-she cornered me, an-and-"

"And you two made up? Said your "I'm sorry's" and everything is so peachy keen that she's calling you asking you for homework help over a coffee date?" Aubrey threw her hands up in frustration, turning to go upstairs.

"It's not like that, Brey!" Chloe grabbed Aubrey's shoulder, forcing her to spin around.

Aubrey pushed her hands away, completely infuriated. "The hell it is! Don't sit here and lecture me, Chloe Beale, just because I wanted to be friends with benefits with Stacie while you're off planning fucking coffee dates with your ex-girlfriend!" As Aubrey finished her sentence, the door close loudly. Neither girl had realized it had even opened.

Beca Mitchell appeared, soaking wet from the storm and cloaked in a large Barden zip up. Her face expressed confusion and a little bit of hurt. "What's going on?" She said softly, setting her backpack down.

Chloe felt a lump form in her throat, knowing Aubrey was so uncontrollably angry and wondering what she would say. She glanced between her girlfriend and her best friend, unsure how to even begin to explain the argument that spiraled out of control. Aubrey glared at Chloe, speaking to Beca without even looking at her. "Ask your girlfriend, or better yet, ask her ex. I'm leaving, don't bother harassing me. I won't answer," Aubrey said angrily, directing the last part to Chloe. She brushed past Beca, yanking her coat from the hook and keys jiggling in her hands.

Beca looked worried. Extremely worried. "Babe? What is Aubrey talking about? Why is she so upset?"

Chloe, on the verge of tears, whimpered. Her bottom lip quivered, her shoulders slumped. She just shook her head, unable to form words. She was so hurt by Aubrey's words and her honesty, that it shocked her. Aubrey would never hurt her friends. Chloe didn't understand why she would be so hateful. It didn't help that the Alex thing got brought up either, a moment Chloe wanted to forget but was now going to have to explain.

The tiny DJ stepped lightly over to Chloe and gently placed her hands on her girlfriend's hips. "Chloe, just tell me. Talk to me," she asked.

The redhead bit her lip, and stepped closer to Beca, feeling the brunette's hands wrap around her. She laid her forehead on Beca's shoulder, her own arms slinking around the girl's waist. "Aubrey and I got into a fight."

"I saw that, about what?" Beca questioned calmly. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, the same feeling she had felt earlier when she was watching YouTube videos with Jesse.

Chloe pulled away and sat on the couch. Beca followed suit and put her arm around Chloe's shoulders, propping her tanned legs in her small lap. Chloe worried her bottom lip. Beca kindly tucked her red hair behind her ears, kissing her briefly on the cheek. "She... Did something today." Beca nodded, encouraging her to continue. Chloe sighed. "She was at your house, with Stacie. Long story short, they almost slept together, or would have, I guess-"

Beca's navy eyes grew large. "Shut up!"

"Babe," Chloe stared into the navy eyes in front of her. "Don't say anything to Stacie, you can't say anything."

The DJ nodded, trying to contain her surprise. Chloe continued. "I came home and she was so upset, so worried. So I tried to get inside her head and get her to be honest with me, maybe admit she had feelings for Stacie, but what she said was much worse-"

"She doesn't like her?"

"No, she only wanted to sleep with Stacie because she is selfish and bored! She wanted to use her! Cheat on Unicycle and have Stacie to stroke her fucking ego-"

Beca shook her head in disbelief. "That explains the friends with benefits comment... But Chlo, that doesn't sound like Aubrey, is there something else going on?"

The redhead shrugged her shoulders. "I tried to ask, but she was so adamant on saying it was just how she felt and that she was just being honest. So I started telling her not to do that to Stacie, or Uni, and we just started arguing about it... Then my phone rang, and she answered it and..."

"And?" Beca pried.

"It was Alex." Chloe felt Beca tense at the mentioning of her name. "She called for homework help and Aubrey tried using it against me."

"Why?"

"I don't know! Because she knows she's doing wrong, and hates it. There's something she's not telling me and it's so infuriating!"

Beca paused, her eyes scanning the room, shifting uncomfortably. "Why is Alex calling you? I mean, how does she have your number?"

Chloe placed her hand on Beca's. "She probably has it memorized or something. But there's something else." She waited a moment before continuing. "Alex and I got stuck in an elevator today for like, thirty minutes. She cornered me and forced me to listen to an apology. And, I didn't know what to say so I just accepted it and then the elevator came back on and I left."

"And the coffee date?"

"It must have been something she said when Brey was on the phone with her. She never mentioned it in the elevator," Chloe said honestly. She hated that she had to talk about Alex, hating the feeling like she had done something wrong but she thought if she was mostly honest then maybe the thoughts about Alex would halt.

Beca nodded her head, "Okay. Well, I trust you, Chloe. I don't trust Alex, but I trust you. I'm not even worried about her. I am worried about you and Aubrey. If the dictator is planning to use Stacie, I have to tell Stace. It's not fair. Stacie really likes Aubrey, and I don't understand why Aubrey would even think of doing anything like that." Chloe shrugged again, still confused as well. "Is she just scared?"

"She's unhappy, and when she's unhappy, she is not afraid to make everyone else unhappy too," Chloe thought aloud. "She's an Aries."

"Hardheaded. Hotheaded. I gotcha." Beca joked. She pulled Chloe near, nuzzling her neck. "Babe, don't worry about it. Okay? It will be okay. All of it."

Chloe smiled, intertwining her fingers with Beca's. "Since when did you become an optimist?"

"Since a beautiful, bubbly redhead convinced me living life as a cynic wasn't all it was cracked up to be," Beca teased, tickling Chloe's side playfully. She trailed kisses on Chloe's neck, tasting her skin. It tasted like rain water. She cursed her past self for even thinking for one millisecond about Jesse the way she had. There was no way in Hell Jesse could ever compare to Chloe. It wasn't physically possible. She pushed her thoughts about Jesse away, and pulled Chloe closer.

Chloe closed her eyes, feeling Beca's lips and tongue dance patterns on her neck. It felt so good. However, her mind drifted to Alex and she shuddered. Fuck Alex. She forced Beca to look at her, the other girl's eyes dark, a smirk on her lips. She forced their mouths together, her lips desperate to meet Beca's. Tasting Beca, she knew it would never get better than this. Better than the girl right in front of her. She promised to herself to stay as far from Alex Desparta as humanly possible. She had no reason for talking to her, elevator apology or not. Her mind should not be preoccupied with foggy thoughts of her past with Alex when her future with Beca was so clear. She pulled her lips from Beca's, both of them out of breath. "Beca, I love you so much. You know that, right?" Chloe breathed roughly.

Beca placed both hands on either sides of Chloe's cheek, using the pad of her right thumb and running it along Chloe's bottom lip. "I know that. And I love you just as much, if not more. So stop looking so sad, Chlo Bear."

Chloe's eyes welled up at the mentioning of her nickname. She kissed the palms of Beca's hands, and pulled Beca closer so the younger girl was almost completely in her lap. Beca smiled, kissing Chloe's head and cheek. Chloe reached in between them to grasp the zipper on Beca's jacket and slowly unzipped the damp piece of clothing. She caught a musky scent radiating from the jacket and stopped mid-zip. "Who's jacket is that?"

Beca went to unzip the rest of it, forgetting completely about it. "Oh, it's Jesse's. I stole it from him 'cause of the rain and all." Chloe placed her hand on Beca's, preventing her from unzipping it the rest of the way. A mischievous grin grew wide on her full lips. Beca rolled her eyes, "Beale, what's with the look?"

Chloe laughed heartily, and let her hand drop to the button on Beca's jeans, flicking it undone. "Jesse should know better than sending you home to me in his clothes-"

"Chlo-" Beca warned, knowing where this was going.

Chloe ignored her, unzipping her jeans and now trailing her hands up Beca's shirt, her soft hands warming the brunette's skin. "How do you think he would feel if I fucked you in his jacket?" She reached and grabbed Beca's breasts, squeezing with a dirty grin on her face.

Beca immediately felt heat between her legs. Jealous Chloe was a tricky thing. On one hand, Jealous Chloe often resulted in many arguments. On the other hand, Jealous Chloe was incredibly, wickedly sexy. Unbearably sexy. You didn't say no to Jealous Chloe when she had her hands up your shirt. "He would be so mad-"

"Exactly." Chloe brushed off, undoing Beca's bra with a quick flick of the wrist.

Alexandria Desparta sat in her room, spinning mindlessly in her office chair. She was supposed to be looking up research topics on Mediterranean pottery and the relation to the surrounding cities, but she couldn't stop thinking.

Thinking about Chloe Beale.

A lot had changed in the years that Alex had moved from Barden. After one too many hospitalizations combined with poor grades, her parents forced her to move back to Maine and into the state school there. In the beginning, she hated it. She considered offing herself many times, and many times accidentally almost did while experimenting with pills and alcohol. However, after a short stint in rehab and months of therapy, Alex was one hundred percent refocused. She reentered in the Classics and Archaeology undergraduate program finishing at the top ten percent of her class.

She deserved to be here. Truly.

Stopping the chair, Alex pushed her glasses on top of her head and rubbed her hazel eyes. She slumped in her chair, and browsed Facebook. Boring after boring post, she decided to type a certain someone's name in the search bar. Finding Chloe immediately, she clicked on the redhead's profile. Her cover photo was a picture of a group of girls holding a trophy, presumably the Barden Bellas. Chloe's profile was mostly blocked to Alex's dismay, but she was able to open up her profile pictures.

The current picture was taken at a beach. It was Chloe, Beca, a tall brunette, a shorter blonde, and a larger blonde who had a wild grin on her face. Alex scoffed aloud when she noticed the other blonde. "Aubrey fuckin' Posen, you bitch. You're still around?" Alex muttered to an empty apartment. She clicked the next picture. It was from graduation, Chloe and Aubrey arm in arm, huge grins plastered on their faces and tiny tears dotting the corners of their eyes. Alex rolled her eyes and clicked the mouse again. This time, the picture was of Beca and Chloe. The smaller girl was being smothered by Chloe's arms and presence. Beca had a scrunched up face, and almost seemed like she was trying to escape Chloe's hold but the redhead held tight, pressing a kiss to Beca's cheek. Alex wondered if they were dating in this picture. It seemed like it. None of Chloe's pictures had captions, not really necessary to those who knew her, but every person in each photo were tagged. Curious, Alex clicked the link on Beca's name.

Beca Mitchell. Cover photo was of some old school DJ equipment, and her profile picture predictably of her and Chloe. It was her and Chloe in a backyard. The redhead held onto a ukulele sitting on Beca's lap. The caption read Making fun of my 'mini guitar' - with Chloe Beale. "And she plays the ukulele? You gotta be kidding me," Alex laughed. She sifted through some more of Beca's pictures. A couple with a brunette guy wearing a Barden Treblemakers t-shirt, a few of her at concerts, nothing too exciting. Alex had to give Chloe credit though... Beca was a hottie. She does wear a lot of plaid though, Alex thought, exiting her browser.

She dragged the mouse to the 'photos' folder and with a couple clicks she was in her freshman year photo file from four years ago. She quickly skimmed through the first photos until a flash of red caught her eye. Selecting the photo, it filled her computer screen. It was a picture of her and Chloe at a football game. The first game they went to together a week after they met through Bumper in class. She filtered through more pictures, a lot of them containing a candid or intentional shot of the redhead.

It was when Alex rediscovered the set of pictures taken after they had gotten together that caused the brunette to gasp slightly. Her and Chloe were in her dorm, the lights dimmed, the flash off. Only the rosy sunlight crept through the curtains when Alex took pictures of Chloe that day. They weren't anything inappropriate, Chloe was wearing boyshorts and a black tank top, but damn... She remembered vividly how good it felt to have Chloe to herself. The ginger would do anything for Alex in those days, bad or good, if Alex just named the time and place. Did Alex take advantage of it? Absolutely. Then again, she took advantage of everyone. And from time to time, still presently did.

She clicked through the series of photos, more than she remembered taking and Chloe looking more captivating in each one. She stopped on a picture. It was of them kissing in the sunset that leaked through the window. Their lips were softly locked, Alex's hand on the camera and Chloe's nape. The redhead had her arms draped lovingly around Alex's neck. A sharp pang rippled in Alex's stomach.

"Fucking Chloe Beale."

Jesse bopped his head to one of Beca's mixes, drawing with a Sharpie on a blank CD. Sometimes, Jesse would burn Beca a playlist and she would return with a new CD full of mixes. He loved it. Mostly because he often included movie soundtracks which challenged Beca. As the music proceeded, the brunette boy had a big smile on his face. He reached for his phone, tapping on the screen excitedly.

Jesse: Hans Zimmer's Time, the Pixies' Where Is My Mind and Awolnation's Sail? You are a genius.

DJ Beca: Dude, you act like I don't know that already :P

Jesse grinned. Beca's cocky behavior always made him laugh.

Jesse: This next CD is the super challenge. Star Wars, my young Padawan Learner.

The boy almost rolled over in his chair from laughter at Beca's reply.

DJ Beca: Fuck. No. Never.

Jesse: Challenge yourself you must. Commanded by the Force it is.

After a moment of no reply, Jesse decided to break out the big guns.

Jesse: Okay, really, it's for Benji. His birthday is coming up and I know he would love it. Please, Beca?

DJ Beca: Ugh, you nerds suck. Fine, just burn me the music and I'll do the rest.

Jesse: You're the best! Thank you, Jedi Master.

DJ Beca: Whatever, nerd.

Jesse let out a hearty laugh and continued to doodle on the blank CD. His depiction of the Millennium Falcon was mediocre but pretty neat looking for a Sharpie on a CD. When he was finished, he popped the CD into his computer and burned Benji's favorite soundtracks on it, knowing Beca would rock his project.

Aubrey flicked the blinker on, veering into the left-hand lane. Her makeup was running down her face, leaving behind a trail of black mascara. Her lip quivered, still upset from vomiting only moments ago on the side of the road. Lucky for her, she always kept a stash of mouthwash in her glove compartment. She was thirty minutes away from Barden and thirty minutes until she reached Uni's apartment in Atlanta.

She couldn't figure out what was going on inside her head. Yes, she knew it was wrong to approach Stacie and then just walk away. She was fully aware of how awful she would have felt if she had cheated on Uni. She hated cheaters, but damn, was she lonely without him there. It wasn't fair. Why was her sort-of boyfriend too far? But does that really justify her actions? Probably not.

Then again... It was Stacie. The epitome of loose morals and a good time. In many ways, Aubrey strove to embody that type of attitude. She was never a careless person and some days, she really wished she could be. No doubt Stacie would have given Aubrey the release she needed and craved, but such actions would warrant awkward consequences.

When the blonde mentioned to her best friend that a tiny part of her actually liked Stacie, it was very much an understatement. She did like Stacie and was certainly attracted to her. Sexual orientation wasn't the issue there, Aubrey had never thought sexuality was a black and white subject. The worst of it was the lack of control. Aubrey couldn't help that she was into Stacie, she just was. Like Chloe had said, you can't help who you like or love. It just happens. And Aubrey Posen hated when things "just happened" without reason or rationale.

While it pained her to admit it, Chloe was right in every sense of the word. She was right about Stacie, right about Uni. Right about Aubrey herself. She detested Chloe comparing her situation to the Beca situation, but the redhead did have a point. The thing was, Aubrey always knew Chloe and Beca would make it as a couple but she sincerely doubted her and Stacie could make it through one week of dating. Stacie was one of her best friends absolutely, but the girl was still so young and had a lot to learn. Then again, so did Aubrey.

The blonde sighed, wiping the makeup from her face. Chloe had asked her why. Why would she cheat on Uni with Stacie? Why. Why. Why. The blonde had an inkling, but deemed her reasoning too selfish to be made apparent. Blaming cheating on boredom was a whole lot easier than the truth.

Getting off the freeway and a few streets away, Aubrey pulled into Uni's apartment complex. She knew she should have announced her arrival beforehand but the thought of having to talk to him while crying on the other end sounded very unbecoming. The blonde did her best to straighten herself out before exiting the car and quickly running to Uni's front door. Even a number of miles away and it was pouring in Atlanta, too. She was drenched. At least it would be a good excuse for the smeared makeup.

She rapped on the door four times, feeling jittery and exhausted. It was almost sunset, she was sure Uni would be home from work. A moment later, a shirtless Unicycle swung open the door, a stunned look on his face. "Au-Aubrey? What are you doing here?"

"I was having a shitty day and I needed to see you," Aubrey whined, lunging into his chest, her arms around his strong back. He responded by lightly rubbing her back.

"Now's not the best time, hon," Uni murmured, stepping forward effectively pushing Aubrey back over the threshold.

"Aca-scuse me? I drive an hour in the pouring rain to see you and 'now's not a good time'?" Aubrey air-quoted, a pissed look on her face. "How about "Hi, nice to see you? I missed you?'"

"I know, and I feel bad you drove but you should have called-"

"Called? I'm sorry, I must have missed that memo where calling beforehand was a necessity!" Aubrey spat back angrily.

Before Uni could say another word, an audible thud was heard from the bedroom. His eyes grew big and he attempted to step outside and shut the front door but Aubrey pushed past him. "Michael, please tell me I'm crazy and not hearing things?" Aubrey pleaded, a taste of bile rising in her throat and her hands clammy.

"Aubrey, listen. A lot has happening in the last few weeks-"

"I can't fucking believe this!" She whipped around and headed for the bedroom. When she opened the door, she saw a girl with black hair wearing Uni's boxers and a plain white tee. The dark haired girl gasped and backed to the furthest wall. Aubrey scoffed loudly. She saw a pink hairbrush on the bedside table and picked it up. She looked at it momentarily, then chucked it as hard as she could at Uni's wall mirror the girl was standing next to.

Uni came running in quickly. "What the fu- Aubrey!"

She turned to him and slapped him in the face. Hard. "Fuck you! I should have listened to everyone when they said it was stupid to date some who lived away from me! How incredibly idiotic is was to be with someone when they wouldn't even fucking ask you to be their girlfriend like a normal fucking person!"

"Aubrey, I told you I don't make anyone my girlfriend until six months in!" Uni defended, rubbing his cheek.

"Are you kidding me? Ha, I'm so outta here," the dark hair girl muttered, gathering her clothes from the ground. She walked in between Aubrey and Uni, giving a blonde a sorry look. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I'm sorry," She apologized. She grabbed a glass of water from the desk and splashed it in Uni's face, saying "Don't ever call me again, fucker," and left, slamming the front door.

Unicycle wiped his face, muttering a slur of curse words beneath his breath. "Hon, I'm sorry."

Aubrey laughed, disgusted. "No, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so naive to let you sway me at graduation with your stupid song and dance! I'm sorry that I felt guilty that I even thought about cheating on you. I'm sorry I waited for you to get your shit together only to get screwed in the end. I can't even begin to understand why I let myself fall for you so hard when all the warning signs were there. You were a Treble for Christ's sakes! Fuck!"

Uni had a frown on his face. "You were going to cheat on me?"

Aubrey rolled her eyes. "Oh, are you butt hurt about it? Yeah, I was."

"With who?"

"That's none of your fucking business, Treble. Do both of us a favor and never contact me again. You're fucking pathetic." Aubrey spat. She turned to leave, but face him one last time. "I almost forgot," she grinned. The blonde stepped up to the bed and proceeded to vomit every ounce of liquid left in her stomach on Uni's Egyptian cotton sheets and mattress. Uni gasped out and started to cuss her out but she held up a hand, stopping him. She bore her green eyes into his, a nasty look on her face, and her voice low when she growled out, "Go fuck yourself, Michael."

She sprinted out the apartment to her car, rain still heavily pouring down. Once inside her car, she downed some mouthwash, spitting it out the window, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She speed out of the complex parking lot and got back on the freeway to Barden.

The entire way back one thought repeated like a broken record in her mind: she was a completely idiot.

A/N: Buh-ba-bum! Yay for drama, right? Or did I leave ya'll wanting more? No worries, I'm already in the works for chapter four and will hopefully have it posted by the end of this week. PLEASE review. I would LOVE to hear what your thoughts are, on anything really. On Alex's or Jesse's intentions, on Stabrey, Bechloe, whatever you think is buzz worthy! But, each review equals me wanting to write more, and the more I get, the more likely I'll post quicker.

Just FYI, much like Dreams, this pot shall be stirred, HOWEVER, I am willing to consider requests and I'll see what magic I can work.

Shoutout to my Beta, Ann, for being super awesome and helpful :)