A/N: Okay, So I'm back. Again. I do actually have legitimate reasons for disappearing for so long. First off, My internet got cut off for, like, a month. Second, I've been having huge writers block, so it's been hard to come up with new ideas. I'm probably going to start a new fic to try and get my brain to give me new ideas and stuff. I WILL NOT GIVE UP THIS FIC. I just need some ideas and stuff in order to keep it going. So, without further ado, I present the 6th chapter. Enjoy!
Beca soon learned that she could count on Fat Amy to make class more bearable. Throughout the entirety of English, Amy would make sarcastic comments after the teacher or Aubrey would speak. She made sure that Aubrey was able to hear them when they were towards her, infuriating the blonde with every comment. When the bell rang, Beca was disappointed to find out she didn't have anymore classes with the Australian. On her way to Anatomy, she began to question why she had signed up for the class when she nearly failed biology. Granted most of the reason she failed was because she was rebelling like a normal seventeen year old. She often skip out on homework and studying to go to parties or hook up with random girls at a club she would manage to get into. She's in the middle of questioning her sanity and why she'd torture herself like this, when a familiar flash of red flashes in front of her. Barely seconds after she's seen the flash, she runs straight into a solid body.
She hears a familiar voice begin to talk. "You know, Becs, we should really stop running into each other like this." Followed by a very familiar giggle.
Smirking, Beca answers. "Well, if you didn't make it a habit to continuously walk in my path, we wouldn't have that problem."
"Well, if you weren't always in that little head of yours, we wouldn't have to worry."
"Yeah whatever, Beale. If I weren't always in my head, I could never make my mixes. That's what I'm usually doing in there anyways."
"Oh? Even when we were five, and you hardly knew how to use a computer? Because if I remember correctly, you ran straight into me back then too." Chloe answers with a triumphant smirk. At the mention of the past, Beca tenses and gets a sour expression. Chloe notices and quickly becomes concerned. "Are you okay? Was it something I said?"
"Just don't really like to relive that part of my childhood. You know, when everything started falling apart."Beca answered before heading inside of her classroom. To her surprise, Chloe followed her in. "What are you doing don't you have class?" She asked.
"First of all, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you didn't like to talk about it. You seemed fine in math when I mentioned the last time I'd seen you. But I promise I won't mention it again if you don't want me to. Second this is my class. Didn't you hear me this morning when I told you we had four classes together?" Chloe asks as she sets her bag down in the back of the room. "Oh by the way, Mrs. Talbott doesn't allow bags in the rows of desks. you have to put it back here."
Beca walks to the back of the classroom. "I wasn't completely fine with it in math, but I liked that memory. It was the last happy memory I had for awhile. You know, before I found out what had happened. And I do like a lot of our memories, but they've always made me sad because you were here and I was in Seattle." She explains. Chloe gives a sad smile and goes to say something, but before she can the teacher starts class.
"Alright everyone. Fun fact of the day, the cornea of your eye is the only human tissue that does not have blood. Guess that's a good thing, because imagine how hard it'd be to see through that. Not to mention how scary it would look. Okay so today, we are dissecting an eyeball. Sadly I wasn't able to get ahold of any human eyes, so, everyone sitting on the left, we're going to have to use yours." She said. The students sitting on the left started laughing, much to Beca's surprise.
"Why are they laughing? She just said she was going to use their eyes for dissection." Beca knew it was a joke, but many people she knows wouldn't like it if a teacher made that joke to them.
"She does that all all the time. Don't worry you'll get used to it." Chloe reassured before turning back to the front.
"Okay, just kidding. Now I do have a limited supply of the eyes, so you're going to work in pairs. I'll pass this sheet out and then let you pick your partner. After you choose your partner, come up to me and I'll assign you a bucket of tools. Everyone please be careful with the scalpels. I have had students nearly cut their fingers off because they were being idiotic." She says. Beca looks over at Chloe, only to find her already looking at her with a smile.
"Partners?" Chloe asks.
"I don't know, I've got a lot of people who I know want to be my partner so I might have to pass." Beca says with an eye roll and a bucket full of sarcasm. Chloe giggles before grabbing Beca's hand and dragging her up to the teacher.
"Oh you must be the new girl, Rebecca is it?" The teacher asks.
"Just Beca please, and yes I am." Beca replies.
"Okay, well here's your tray number. I'm offering extra credit if you can successfully detach the pupil from the eye without damaging it." She says before handing them a slip of paper.
"Thank you." Beca and Chloe respond in unison, before heading to the lab area to grab their tray and eyeball.
"Oh sweet, she provided gloves." Beca says before rushing to put the gloves on and grabbing the eye. She holds it out in disgust on the way to the table before setting it on the tray. "Okay so how do we do this?" She asks.
"Well, do you want to try for the extra credit?" Chloe asks.
"I don't really care. We can if you want."
"Well, then let's just follow this sheet since I don't know how to do that." They start reading the sheet and making cuts when necessary. Everything was going fine and they were nearly finished with the lab, when a student walking back from washing his scalpel slips on some water.
"Ouch, shit!" Chloe exclaims. Everyone looks over towards them and Beca turns to Chloe.
"Chlo? What's wrong did you hurt yourself?" She asks concerned. Beca knows Chloe only only swears when she's in pain.
Before Chloe can answer, the young boy who was walking past begins apologizing. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I slipped on some water, I promise it was an accident."
It's okay, I understand. Just be more careful where you're walking okay?" Chloe says, turning to face the boy. As she turns, Beca notices something on her back. She grabs Chloe and turns her to get a better look. "Bec's what are-"
"Chloe, you're bleeding really bad!" Beca exclaims when she fully sees Chloe's back. Right in the center of Chloe's back, going at a slant, is a cut about seven inches in length. "Mrs. Talbott, I need to take Chloe to the nurse's office!" Beca exclaims.
"Why, what happened?" Mrs. Talbott asks.
"This kid slipped on some water and cut her back with the scalpel." Beca explains.
"Alright, go. Don't worry about a pass. Grab something to hold to her back." Beca nods and grabs a cloth before putting it Chloe's back. They walk out and Chloe directs Beca to the nurse's office. When they get there, the nurse looks up with a raised brow.
"My sister was just cut by a scalpel on her back in anatomy." Beca says. The nurse stand and directs Chloe to a bench like bed. After putting on the gloves, The nurse walks over to the bed and start cleaning the blood from Chloe's back. When she finished cleaning it, she started examining how deep and long it was. After a few minutes the nurse stands back to full height.
"Okay well, the good news is you don't need any stitches. But I do need to clean it with some peroxide to make sure it doesn't get infected and I'll have to bandage it. Do you have another shirt to change into?" The nurse asked.
"All I have is a tank top that I use for gym." Chloe replies.
"No sweater or anything to go over it?"
"No I left my sweater in my car."
"You can use mine." Beca says. Chloe jumps, having forgotten she was there. "I have a jacket in my locker you can use. We'll grab it on our way back."
"Okay, well I'm going to clean and bandage this up for you. This may sting a little."With that, the nurse grabs the peroxide and puts it on a cotton ball. As she puts it to Chloe's skin, Chloe grabs Beca's hand.
"Still not one for much pain, Beale?" Beca chuckles but it cuts off when Chloe grips harder. "Ow, jeez Red I need that hand."
"Alright, done. let me just grab the wrap." The nyse grabs a wrap and some tape and put it on the cut. "Mind holding this for me dear?"
"Sure." Beca uses her right hand to hold down the wrap while the nurse rips the medical tape. After taping it down, Beca moves her hand.
"There you go. Now, be careful when you move and don't lay on your back. It could reopen the cut. You might need some help washing it, since I doubt you'll be able to wash it properly with where it's located. Do you have someone to help you?" Chloe looks to Beca with a smirk while nodding. "Okay, well go change and then head back to class." With that, the two teens head out of the room. On the way to Chloe's locker to grab the tank top, Beca speaks.
"I'm not washing your back." She says authoritatively.
With a smirk, Chloe responds. "Oh yes you are. There's no way I'm letting mom or dad do it. You're the last option, I'm afraid."
"Why can't you get Posen to do it?" Beca asks.
"Because I'm not going to have Aubrey come over every time I need to shower. Besides, wouldn't that mean you'd have to see her more?"
With no other option, Beca just mutters out a grumbled "whatever" before falling silent. After retrieving Chloe's tank top, they head to Beca's to grab the jacket and then the bathroom so Chloe can change.
"Why is this sweater actually able to fit me?" Chloe asks after she put it on.
"Because I tend to buy my Jackets a little bigger for both comfort ability, and the fact that they shrink the first time you wash them." She explains.
"Smart." Chloe says as she washes her hands at the sink. "I'm kind of sad. I really liked this shirt." She stares a moment longer at the shirt, before shrugging and throwing it away. "Oh well. It was getting old anyways. Alright let's get back to class. I think it's going to end soon anyways so we should get our stuff before we're late to seventh hour." As soon as she's done speaking, the bell rings signaling the end of class.
"Ah, shit. Come on. I don't want to be that stereotypical new kid who's late on their first day." Beca says, hurrying out of the bathroom.
"Bec, you're probably going to be late either way. It's about a two minute walk back to Talbott's from where we are now." Chloe says, following behind quickly. She grunts in pain as the quick motions pull on her back. "Becs, seriously can we slow down? I can't move too fast without it hurting my back."
"Oh shit, sorry I forgot. Alright I'll slow down, but do you think Mrs. Talbott will give us a pass?"
"Yeah. At least she should. I don't know, I've never had to ask for one."
"Okay. Well, hey where's your next class at? I can carry your backpack for you before heading to my class." Beca offers as they round the corner, about halfway to the classroom.
"Funnily enough, it's about two classes down the hall from yours."
"Did you like memorize my entire schedule?"
"No, only the classes we have together or the ones close by."
"That's pretty weird dude."
"Not really. I do that with all of my friends so that I know when I have time to meet up with them between classes."
As they walk back into Mrs. Talbott's classroom, the minute bell rings. "Here, I'll go grab our stuff, you ask for some passes." Beca says, moving to the back of the room to get their stuff.
"Okay." Chloe walks to Mrs. Talbott's desk, but before she can say anything two passes are thrust in her hands.
"Just write down your teachers' names. Did you get cleaned up okay?" She asks.
"Oh, yeah. The nurse said it was nothing major and I don't need stitches." Chloe replies, writing down the names of their teachers.
"Ready to go?" Beca asks as she comes to a stop next to Chloe.
"Yeah. Thanks for the passes Mrs. Talbott. See you tomorrow." With that, they're out the door and on the way to class. After about ten steps, the loud final bell rings, signaling the start of class.
"Okay, so where are we going." Beca asks, shifting the bags on her back.
"Well, I know a shortcut to the classes so it shouldn't take too long." Chloe looks over to Beca with a small smile, and finally notices the way Beca's carrying the bags. Unable to contain her giggles, she busts out laughing. "Beca, you look absolutely ridiculous."
"Yeah yeah, laugh it up Beale. I'm doing this for you, so you better be nice." She says.
"I'm sorry. It's just, you look like a turtle." And again, she's trying to contain her giggles as Beca playfully glares at her.
"Fine, take your own bag. See ya." She says as she pretends to take off Chloe's backpack.
"No, I'm sorry. I promise I'll stop."
"Good girl." There's a moment of silence before, "Are we almost there? My back hurts."
"Really? You can complain about your back hurting right now?"
"Oh shut up. Are we?" Chloe abruptly stops and turns to knock on a classroom door.
"Yes, we are. Now, you should probably take my bag off of your back unless you want to be known as the kid who looks like a turtle."Beca quickly takes the bag off her back. Just as she gets it off, the door opens to reveal a balding, gray haired man. "Hello Mr. Tyson. sorry I'm late there was a bit of an accident in anatomy class today."
"That's alright Chloe. Do you have pass?" Chloe hands over her pass and heads into the classroom. "Who's this?" Mr. Tyson asks when he sees Beca following with Chloe's bag in hand.
"Oh, this is my sister. She's carrying my bag for me because she didn't want it to rub against the cut on my back." At Mr. Tysons curious look, she elaborates. "It's part of the accident. A kid slipped on a bit of water when coming back from washing his scalpel and cut my back. Beca took me to the nurse's office."
"Ah okay. Well, Beca, you should head to class now." He says, walking over to his desk to fix the attendance.
"Alright, see you after class Chlo." She says before going to the door and heading left.
"Hey Becs?" Chloe calls out. When Beca's head pops back in,Chloe gives a small smile and says, "Your class is to the right."
Beca blushes slightly. "Thanks." She turns in the other direction and begins to walk.
A/N 2: Alright, so there you go. As always, ideas are very welcome. Sorry to have stopped it so abruptly, I just have a few plans for the next chapter and I'm not sure if it'll be long enough so I'll save the last class of the day for the next class. Alright so reviews, ideas, whatever. Peace off! Boop!