A/N: Okay.. So this is the next chapter. I've been editing this for quite some time now and I hope it's was supposed to be a longer chapter but I decided to cut it. So in terms of the timeline, chapter 8 will closely follow chapter 7.
Thank you so much for all the reviews and I look forward to hearing from you regarding this chapter. I really hope you guys enjoy this one.
Chapter 7
Amy's still clutching the steering wheel long after the engines have died.
She is parked a few steps from the Bella House with bottles of liquor waiting in the trunk. It's been an hour since she left his apartment and her mind has been reeling relentlessly ever since.
What the fuck Amy! Get a hold of yourself! It was a kiss. Nothing special. Stop thinking about it.
She has been begging herself this for the last 15 minutes as she sits in her car and stares blankly in front of her.
Uuuuugh… She groans and rests her forehead on the steering wheel.
'I need to talk to you.' She remembers him saying.
Talk about what? This is getting frustrating.
"Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." She chants to herself as she lightly bangs her head on the back of her seat. But she can't stop thinking about it: the kiss, the sex, his eyes, his lips….him.
I have to stop. She's decided.
She needs to focus on the party and stop replaying anything, anything at all, in her mind. There's a party and there are still a lot of preparations left to do. Chloe is already going to bite her head off for being late.
She lets out an audible sigh.
She closes her eyes and the moment she does, the sensation of his lips moving with hers immediately comes back. How his lips nibbled hers and made her whimper, his tongue tracing every inch of her mouth..
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted with the tapping on her window.
"You got the booze?" Becca asks loudly from outside the car.
She opens the window and says, "In the trunk."
She takes her car keys and shakes her head violently. "Shake it off Amy. You can do this." She mutters to herself, one last pep talk before she gets out of the car.
She helps Becca open the trunk revealing what seems to be a hundred bottles of alcohol.
"This is enough to supply an alcoholic for a year.." Becca says while mentally counting all the bottles. She whistles toward the house and in seconds, Cynthia Rose appeared.
"Wow!" she exclaims when she sees the amount of alcohol in the trunk. "Now this…" She says and turns to look at Amy, ".. is a party!"
"I did good, didn't I?" Amy says smirking.
"Nice!" Becca adds, "Now let's get this into the house before Chloe explodes."
It took the three of them a few rounds back and forth before they got them all in. As they were rearranging them by the kitchen counter, Chloe walks by and spots Amy.
"Amy! You made it.", the red head calls out and goes straight to hug her like a long lost sister, "Oh thank God you're here.." with so much relief.
"Well it ain't a party 'til I make it..." She answers while uncomfortably hugging the redhead back.
Amy was confused. She was gone for less than a day. She looks at Becca, who was sitting on the other side of the counter watching them, and mouths to her 'What is this?'
The brunette just rolled her eyes at and mouthed back, 'Later.'
Chloe notices the alcohol and ecstatically exclaims "The alcohol is here!" and turns to look at Becca, Cynthia Rose and Amy.
Eyeing their clothes she says, "Alright! We have an hour for you guys.." moving her hand towards the three of them, "to get dressed and ready. We have a meeting before the party." she pauses to let that sink in; the three other Bellas just staring at her.
"Okay!" She almost shouts. "Chop chop Ladies!", then leaves to check on the others.
Amy walks toward the stairs with Becca and asks, "Is that Aubrey's Spirit possessing Chloe?" and Becca snorts.
"Shhh!" she reprimands her, "The General might hear you..." she says with mock fear.
When they were already a few steps up the stairs, Becca whispers, "I swear! This day has been very challenging.."
"To follow all the General's orders?" Amy guesses.
"No... to keep the General alive!" and they both laugh as they climb the stairs all the way up to their room.
An hour later, Becca and Amy are seated in the Make-Up room with all the other Bellas. Stacie volunteered to help Amy with her hair so she can do her makeup.
She wants soft waves for her blonde tresses which would go well with her blood red one-piece bikini accessorized with her cream colored see-through lace poncho kaftan that ends right above her knees. For make-up, she plans to have smoky eyes and mint peach lipstick on her luscious lips.
All these chaotic preparations have helped her forget about her earlier problems. Chloe's strict orders and thinking about makeup and fashion with all the other Bellas have distracted her.
Everyone was busy in preparation when Chloe enters the room; her hair and makeup all done. She claps twice to gather their attention.
"Ladies..." She starts off. "The blessing of the house will start off the program and we haven't talked about the lineup."
The Bellas have decided that the blessing of the house should have a personal touch, and by that they meant THEY should bless the house themselves. Somehow, an idea arose that each of them should slide down the staircase and though as outrageous that might sound, everybody was okay with it. But when Stacie suggested that they all do it in their bikinis, that decision wasn't unanimous. So there they were… 6 ladies in their bikinis then Becca and Cynthia Rose in long sleeve rashguards and surfer shorts.
"Would anybody volunteer to go first?" Chloe asks a little too cheerfully.
"Someone needs to inject her with some Valium or something.." Amy whispers to Stacie making her snigger.
The Bellas looked around at each other, figuring out who's going to be the first blood; figuratively and possibly literally.
"Would anybody want Xanax? " Becca casually asks the Bellas.
*scoff*"Chloe"*scoff* Cynthia Rose tried.
A few awkward moments later and there are still no volunteers. "Anybody?", Chloe asks again, her pitch getting dangerously high.
"I was thinking..." Amy interrupts before steam comes out of Chloe's ears, "... that I should be the last one to slide down."
Smart. She can run when one of us gets a bad landing and dies. Becca thinks to herself.
That wasn't the question. Chloe thinks but didn't say out loud.
"'Ya know... Tease the audience a bit with a little anticipation." Amy continues, " You can't just give them what they want!" She says as she slides her hands down her curves, "You have to set the mood."
Becca wants to laugh but suppresses it not wanting to have any attention on her.
"Okay! Moving on..." repliedChloe. The only reply she can think of.
This is gonna ba a loooong night. I better save some booze for myself. Becca thought.
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