So here is yet another chapter for today. I also posted a new story that is a crossover between Pretty Little Liars and Pitch Perfect. I don't even know where I got the idea, but I figured it couldn't hurt.
Don't own Pitch Perfect sadly
I leaned over and kissed Chloe softly. "So what is the name of the club we're going to," I asked her curiously?
"It's called The Chamber, it's a stupid name, but Stacie says that they let minors in and don't tend to card unless it's really obvious that you are underage… so don't worry I'll get you what you want to drink," she said with a wicked grin!
"That's a dig at my size isn't it," I said shaking my head. "You make it so easy though," she said lightly.
"I talked to Stacie today, she's pretty nice and doesn't give me any evil looks when she talks to me," I told her. "Who gives you evil looks, is it Aubrey," she asked?
"Yeah, but I don't care honestly," I said as I kissed her jawline.
"When did you talk to Stacie anyways," she asked suddenly? I looked up and noticed her watching me intently. "Uh, she's the one who told me that you and Tom had a fight this morning," I answered.
She nodded and then looked like she was thinking for a moment.
"What is it Chloe, I know you want to ask me something," I asked? "Do you think Stacie is attractive," she asked me?
Yea… no," I said quickly. Her eyes widened and she sat up. She moved to straddle my lap. "Do you like her," she asked seriously? I sighed and looked around us.
She slid her hands under my shirt and looked at me. "No, Chloe I don't like her," I said loudly!
I groaned and closed my eyes as she dragged her fingernails up my abs. "Do you like anyone right now," she asked quietly?
"Just this one redhead, that is currently on my lap and is asking me questions instead of letting me kiss her," I replied honestly. She broke out into a huge smile and leaned over to kiss me eagerly.
"Good answer Miss Mitchell," she told me. I smirked and wrapped my arms around her tightly.
She looked over at my alarm and sighed as she pulled out of my grip. "What are you doing, don't go," I said as she climbed off of me and stood up.
"It's getting late and I have to get home," she told me. "I'll drive you," I offered.
"Okay than get up lazy girl," she told me teasingly!
I got off the bed and straightened my shirt up, then followed her down the stairs. I yelled to my mom that I was taking Chloe home and would be back.
"Do you want to come in with me," she asked me curiously? "Do you think that it would be a good idea for your parents to meet me the same day you broke up with Tom," I asked?
She sighed but seemed to agree. We arrived at her house not long after and she sighed looking out the window of my truck.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said quietly. She pulled me into a kiss and she pushed her tongue into my mouth desperately. "I really want to stay here and not have to deal with my parents," she told me.
"If you need me to come back and get you just let me know okay, and I'll be back in a heartbeat, I promise," I assured her. She got out and I waited until she was in the door and then drove back home.
Chloe's POV
As I walked in the door, I felt more nervous than ever. "Chloe is that you," my mom yelled?
"Yeah mom it is," I sighed as I walked into the dining room. Both of my parents sat there and were looking as if they had been waiting for me. "What's going on," I asked?
"Tom called us after school today, told us you ended things with him," dad told me. "I did, he doesn't make me happy at all, I am miserable with him," I explained. Mom looked at me in surprise.
"That is not acceptable Chloe, you and Tom work and it is something that you should be proud to be a part of, you are not breaking up with him," dad said firmly.
"He gave me this black eye, and you think that I should stay with him," I yelped! "Chloe calm down, I know you don't like him but being associated with the Sampson's make us look very well and it will help with my political career," dad said.
"I'm not doing it, sorry but it just isn't happening, no matter what you say," I told them. Just as I heard the front door open and slam shut. "Jamie, is home," I muttered as I stormed up the stairs.
I sat at my desk in my room and clicked on Beca's Facebook page. I had gotten so worried earlier when I thought she was attracted to Stacie. I froze when I saw a picture on her account. It was of Beca holding Stacie from behind with a big smile on her face. The photo was dated for last year.
Did Beca date one of my bestfriends? Why didn't Stacie tell me?
Don't assume anything, just ask them about it some other time. I went to bed not long after and tried to forget because whenever I thought about the possibility of Beca being involved with Stacie, I felt like an extremely possessive girlfriend and it freaked me out.
The rest of the week I managed to avoid my parents and also avoided questioning Beca or Stacie about that picture that probably was taken at a party while they were drunk.
"Hey, so do you want me to pick you up to go to the club or do you want to just meet there," Beca asked as she sat next to me at lunch.
"I'll meet you there I suppose."
She nodded and put her headphones on to listen to some music while Jesse came over.
"Hey Chloe, can I borrow Beca for a bit," he asked.
"Go for it Jesse," I said as Aubrey came over, while Stacie was flirting with some guy on the basketball team. "Hey Chloe, where's Beca going," she asked me. "Oh Jesse wanted to talk to her about something," I shrugged.
"Something's bothering you, tell me what's wrong," Aubrey said gently. I smiled at how well Bree knows me. She and I have been friends since we were little kids and she knows me better than I know myself at times.
"Do you think Beca and Stacie were ever involved with each other," I asked her quietly.
Bree's eyes widened in surprise.
