Author's 1st Note: So first off, I held a vote online on wether or not I should continue writing out the accents, specifically Fat Amy's, because I had received a few messages from readers who found it distracting.
The final vote came out to 57% over 43%, with the request to change it as the winner.
I want my readers to enjoy the story, but that being said, I also enjoyed the writing of the accents. So I've chosen to do a little of both, by toning down the accent writing, but still keeping a few words in that I don't feel are too distracting.
Hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
P.S. Please forgive me for any grammar errors. I wrote this chapter while I was half-asleep and have now re-read/uploaded it while being half-asleep, again. hehe
Whoops.
Recently Added Note: Before I receive anymore not-so-nice messages about this story and chapter, I want to say a few things.
I have already stated on my Tumblr that this fic is based off of one of my all time favorites called, "I Hate How Much I Love You," by woahoooyeah. If you guys want me to state that on here, then fine. I apologize if this has upset some readers, considering the messages I have recently received, but that was not my intent.
This story is MY version of that other fic. I have said on my Tumblr that these fics will have things in common. So will you find a handful of things similar? Yes. But will this story also have A LOT of other things that the other story didn't? Yes.
So again, I'm sorry if it seemed like I was just plagiarizing, because that is really not what I'm trying to do. I love that other fic so much, and I just wanted to write my version of it.
If you guys have anymore issues with my writing, please let me know. I just want to make you guys happy. That is why I write fan fiction in the first place.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope you still enjoy the chapter and future story.
After indulging in another round of shots, the Bellas were feeling lively and were joined by Luke, Chicago and their other friends.
"We meet again, ladies!" Luke grinned. "And oh my," his eyes danced over the large group of girls, "you weren't kiddin' when you said there were more of you."
Stacie smirked, "Told ya."
Chicago smiled at Chloe, "Hi, Chloe."
Chloe giggled and bit the corner of her bottom lip as she wiggled her fingers at him, "Hi."
"Ladies," Aubrey said, making an announcement. "These are the guys we met earlier today. This is Luke," she said, gesturing to the blonde, English boy. Luke responded with a wink. "And this is Chicago." Aubrey tiptoed to look over his shoulder and found two other brunette boys smiling behind him. "I don't know who they are…"
"Hi!" one of the boys said, squeezing passed Chicago to stand in front of him. "My name's Jesse."
"And I'm Benji," the other boy said, appearing next to Jesse with a friendly smile.
"Hey!" Fat Amy suddenly exclaimed, startling the group with her loud voice as she stepped out from behind Cynthia-Rose. "Your the guys who were singin' at the karaoke bar earlier."
Jesse squinted his eyes for a moment before smiling widely, "Oh, yeah!" he said. "I remember you. I sang to the girl that was sitting next to you."
"Oh, that's Beca," Amy said, moving aside to reveal the brunette hunched over her shot glass at the bar. "She's right there."
Beca had been in her own little world and looked up at the sound of her name, "Uh… hi?"
"What's up!" Jesse grinned, stepping forward to properly introduce himself. "It's nice to officially meet you," he said, sticking his hand out.
Beca glanced at his hand and gave him a tight, awkward smile as she slowly shook it, "Nice to meet you, too."
Without any hesitation, Jesse sat down next to Beca– wether she wanted him to, or not– and sparked a conversation with her.
The rest of the Bellas remained occupied with the other boys, chit chatting away until the number of girls gradually dwindled away. Lily disappeared, again, to God knows where. Jessica and Ashely fled to enjoy the night club with each other. Cynthia-Rose and Fat Amy left to go on a prowl, leaving Emily, Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey with their new friends.
After conversing for half an hour, Benji and Emily were hitting it off quite well, and after trying a few times to get it out, Benji finally mustered up the strength to ask Emily a question, "So, uh, Emily," he said. "Do-Do you, uh… want dance… w-with me?"
Aubrey nudged Emily encouragingly and Emily looked at Benji, surprised, "Are you asking me to dance?" she said.
Benji nodded, "Yes." He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath until Emily smiled and he finally released it in relief.
"Yeah," she said. "I'd love to dance with you."
His eyes went wide, "Really?" Emily confirmed by nodding her head. "Okay!" He took her hand and together they smiled as he led her to the crowded dance floor.
The remaining girls had witnessed the entire exchange.
"Aww," Stacie said, watching them disappeared into the sea of moving passengers with her hands over her heart. "They're cute."
"Yeah, don't worry," Chicago said. "Benji's a good kid."
Luke wasn't as enthralled by the younger couple, and instead, had his eyes focused on Aubrey and Stacie, "Speakin' of dancin'," he said, a smug grin curved on his lips as he stood between them and wrapped his arms around them both. "Would you girls fancy dancin' with me?"
Aubrey quirked a brow, "Both of us?"
"Yeah," Luke said. "Why not?"
Aubrey looked at Stacie, who was already looking back at her and nodded with a half-shrug. "Uh," Aubrey muttered. "Okay, I guess?"
"Great!" Luke smiled, wasting no more time and keeping his arms around them as they walked together to the dance floor.
Chicago noticed the way Chloe was smiling as she watched her friends leave and he offered her his hand. "Would you like to dance?"
Chloe hesitated for the slightest moment as she looked at him. She had been having such a stressful day, no thanks to Beca, and he was so cute and so nice, and his eyes were gorgeous, and–
Wait… Where was Chloe going with this?
Oh, right.
"Sure," she grinned. She let him guide her to the loud and heated dance floor, quickly adjusting to the new atmosphere and pushing away all remIng thoughts to get lost in the music.
Jesse had been going on about his love for music and how he wanted to score movies when he "grew up." Beca had actually been listening to him for the most part– minus the times she had glanced over in Chloe's direction to keep tabs on her whereabouts.
At some point, Beca noticed that distinct red hair moving away in her peripheral vision, and she couldn't resist but turn her head to follow it.
Jesse noticed that Beca's attention had shifted elsewhere, and he turned to match her gaze, "What are you looking at?" he asked, noticing Chloe and Chicago slipping into the heavily populated dance floor.
His question snapped Beca out of her trance, "What?" she asked, completely caught off guard.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, again.
"Nothing," Beca quickly said, her voice hitching an octave higher than she would have liked.
Was all of this alcohol affecting her vocal chords?
Jesse eyed her suspiciously, "Uh-huh…" He continued his story, aware of the constant flick in Beca's eyes and smiled when an idea popped into his head. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Beca blinked at him, "What?"
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, again. "Or do you want another shot?" He pointed at the two empty shot glasses Beca was still harboring between her hands and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why do you want to buy me a drink?" Beca asked.
Jesse shrugged, nonchalantly, "I don't know. We're at a club, you're a pretty girl, I'm feeling generous…" Beca quirked a suspicious brow. "I'll take a shot with you," he offered, a gentle smile curving on his face.
Beca thought about his offer. She already had two shots, not to mention the wine at dinner, the Hurricane at the karaoke bar and the champagne she had in her room earlier that evening.
Would it be a good idea to have another shot?
She wasn't feeling drunk yet. Pretty buzzed, sure, but certainly not drunk. But hell. This was her vacation, and they were supposed to be having a good time, right? Plus this Jesse guy was offering to pay for it, and who says no to free alcohol?
Now despite those encouraging reasons, there was one thing that ultimately pushed Beca over the edge and really drove her to make her decision.
Before she answered, Beca looked out towards the dance floor again and found Chloe happily dancing up against Seattle… or whatever the hell his name was. Beca watched as Chloe's hips swayed from side to side in time with the beat, and she clenched her jaw when Chloe rolled against Miami's front as he held her close, his hands comfortably placed around her waist.
He looked so happy to have Chloe dancing so intimately against him.
The bastard.
Without pondering it any further, Beca furrowed her brow in frustration and looked back at Jesse, "Get me a shot."
Jesse smirked, "That's the spirit!
After that last shot, Beca found herself feeling strange. Her buzz had reached it's peak and although she was feeling great, at the same time, Beca was also feeling miserable.
Jesse had continued his riveting stories with Beca, but for some annoying ass reason, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Chloe.
What the fuck was that about?
"You know," Jesse said, startling Beca when she realized how close he had gotten to her. "If you like her so much, you should make a move."
Beca's eyes widened, "What?!" she shrieked, practically falling out of her chair. "I don't like Chloe." She glared at the redhead, "I can't stand her."
"Oh, yeah?" Jesse asked, sarcastically. "Because you've done nothing but stare at her this entire time."
"I'm not staring at her!" Beca was getting defensive and her cheeks began to heat up. Thank God this night club was so dimly lit.
"No?" Jesse asked, totally not buying it.
"No! I-I was…" Beca's eyes glanced back over at Chloe, but she quickly corrected herself and looked back at Jesse. "I was just watching the DJ."
Jesse's eyes focused on her and his lips puckered as he searched her glazed eyes, "Okay," he said, casually hopping off of the bar stool and pushing it in.
"Wait," Beca said, suddenly sounding nervous. "Where are you going?"
"The bathroom," Jesse said, smiling. "Nature calls." He moved to walk around Beca but stopped to lean over behind her, "By the way, if you really want something," he said, turning Beca in her chair so she could face Chloe's direction, "go and get it." Beca stiffened and her heart started to pound harder in her chest. "Or someone else will." He left her with that, disappearing into the crowd and leaving Beca alone with heavy thoughts.
The lights in the club continued to flash and the music was still blaring, but despite all of the distractions, all Beca could focus on was Chloe.
She eyed the redhead intensely, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she watched her smirk at San Francisco with her arms draped over his shoulders as they danced. The bass in the song changed in tempo and Chloe pivoted around to grind her backside into his pelvis.
The sight was cringe worthy, in Beca's opinion, but she still followed their movements and bit down on her bottom lip when Chloe's hand came up to grab a fistful of her own hair. Chloe's mouth fell open after a particular sway of their hips and it made Beca's stomach twist.
It reminded her of the sound Chloe had made earlier that evening when they had gotten stuck between the bathroom door frame. It was a sound that replayed in Beca's mind ever since she heard it, and it made a strong heat build at her core.
She shifted in her chair, trying to rid herself of the sensations that were beginning to overwhelm her, but Beca knew that no matter what she did, there would only be one way to truly relieve herself.
Chloe had been unaware of Beca's watchful eyes. She had been occupied with the music, Chicago and the desire to not think about Beca in any way, shape or form. Her body was buzzing and thankfully the music was loud enough to drown out any Beca thoughts that crossed her mind.
As she continued to distract herself with Chicago, their dance was suddenly interrupted when a hand appeared on Chicago's shoulder and turned him around to disconnect him from Chloe.
"Hey, buddy!" Jesse said, grinning innocently as he held onto his friend. He could tell Chicago was a little annoyed with his uninvited interruption, but Jesse didn't care.
"What's up, Jess?" Chicago asked, his eyes shifting between Jesse's impatiently.
"I need you're help," Jesse said.
Chicago's brow arched, "You need my help?" He turned to look at Chloe, who shrugged with a soft smile, then looked back at him. "What do you need my help with?"
"Uhh…" Jesse glanced over at Beca and smiled when her wide eyes met his. He knew she would be watching and he hoped she was getting the signal he was trying to give her. Jesse tightened his grip on his friend's shoulder, "Let's go some place quieter. I gotta talk to you about something." He started to use his hand on his friend's shoulder to get him off of the dance floor, but Chicago stopped them.
"Hang on," he said. "That sounds weird."
Jesse laughed, "It's not weird. I just want your advice on something."
Chicago looked at him skeptically and Jesse could feel a drop of sweat roll down his forehead as he waited for a response.
"…Okay," Chicago finally said. He turned to look at Chloe, "I'll be back, but while I'm gone, would you like me to get you a drink?"
Chloe thought about it for a moment. She knew she should probably drink water, with all of the sweating she was doing on the dance floor, but Chloe wanted to have a good time. She wanted to have fun and God did she want to stop thinking about Beca.
Chloe stepped back and put a hand on his forearm, "Yes, please."
Chicago smiled, "Alright," he said. "What would you like?"
For a moment, Chloe wondered if there was a drink strong enough to erase the memory of Beca's thigh between her legs, but who was she kidding? Nothing could rid her of that memory.
"Surprise me," Chloe grinned.
Chicago nodded, "Okay." He looked back at Jesse, "Alright, let's go." He let Jesse lead him towards the entrance of the night club, unaware of the wide eyes and head jerking Jesse was giving Beca as they left.
Once Chicago was gone, Chloe chose to continue her fun and closed her eyes to focus on the music. She didn't mind dancing alone, especially if was only for a little while. Chloe enjoyed the freeing experience, for she felt like she could just be herself and let everything else go.
Her personal dance didn't last long, however, when Chloe felt an unexpected tap on her shoulder. She twisted around with a smile across her face, but frowned when she realized who it was, "Oh… What do you want, Beca?" she asked bitterly, crossing her arms to stare the brunette down. But to Chloe's surprise, Beca didn't challenge her back, like she usually did.
Instead, Beca just stared at her, her eyes flicking back and forth between Chloe's, like she was searching for something. Her dark blue eyes were darker than usual, and it wasn't because of the poor lighting.
No. There was something else there. Something Chloe couldn't quite figure out… yet.
"Hello?" Chloe said, snapping her fingers in front of Beca's face to get her to respond. "What do you want?"
Beca's jaw clenched before she finally opened it to speak, "I want you," she said.
This confused Chloe, "What?"
Beca sighed, "I. Want. You," she said, more firmly.
Chloe quirked a brow, "You want me to what?"
Beca huffed and rolled her eyes in frustration, "No, I don't want you t–" She groaned, "You know what? Fuck it." Without thinking about it any longer, Beca reached a hand behind Chloe's neck and pulled her forward.
Their lips came crashing together, and although Beca didn't know what she was doing, she knew that this was definitely what she wanted… at least in this moment.
Beca was expecting a hard, rejecting push against her chest, or maybe even a solid sting across the face, but what Beca wasn't expecting was for Chloe's lips to move and suddenly kissed her back.
Holy shit. She was kissing Chloe Beale, and Chloe Beale was kissing her back!
What the fuck?!
Chloe pulled away, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she stared at Beca, "Beca…" she breathed, looking around as if all eyes were on them. "What are you doing?"
Beca didn't have the words to answer her and instead shook her head, "I don't know," she said, hastily bringing Chloe back in for another kiss.
With a soft whimper, Chloe brought a hand up to slip her fingers into Beca's brown curls and when she tugged the brunette closer, she teased her bottom lip with her tongue, and at this point, Beca was more than willing to open up to her.
Their hearts were pounding hard in their chests as their tongues tasted one another for the first time. It was surprising and new, and oh so intoxicating. They both tasted like alcohol and bad decisions, but that only made them want each other more.
Beca was feeling brave and lowered her free hand down the length of Chloe's body, stopping it when it reached her backside, and she grasped the round flesh as she tugged Chloe forward. For an added affect, Beca purposely pressed her thigh between Chloe's legs and was rewarded with that sweet, sweet sound that Beca had been craving to hear again.
They were panting when Chloe separated them and their lustful eyes tentatively searched each other.
"Not here," Chloe said, grabbing Beca's hand and pushing through the crowd as she eagerly led them out of the night club.
Author's 2nd Note: Raise your hand if you feel personally victimized by me! x)