"I said I'd take this girl out tonight but...I've never taken anyone out on a date before..."

Beca and George were sat on the top of the half pipe in the skate park, swinging their legs over the side, Beca tapping a rhythm on the wood with her Stefan Janoskis and George smoking a cigarette. It was ten in the morning, and since the heats were only one day away, Beca was getting in an early sesh while the park was quiet.

"You seem more nervous about this then you are for the heats tomorrow," George chuckled, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"Yeah I am dude," Beca said.

"Sounds like you need a smoke," he said, offering his half burnt out cigarette.

"No I don't. I don't like cigarettes."

"Piff then?"

Beca sighed. He was probably right.

"Kay."

And she exchanged her twenty dollar note for the bag of green stuff. He always seemed to have some on him.

"And about your problem," George said. "Just do something heartfelt bro. Cook her dinner or something. Then get her drunk and bang her."

"Dude," Beca frowned at him disapprovingly and he shrugged. "You got a rizla?"

"Yeah man."

Beca smoked the whole bag before realising it was twelve o clock and she had a class to get to, so she hurried back, skating part of the way and falling off, trying hard not to get hit by a car.

"Beca! Becaaa!"

Beca could've sworn she heard someone calling her but she just rubbed her red eyes and continued to stumble across campus.

"Beca!"

Someone grabbed her arm and she turned around finally. It was Chloe, and her grin quickly faded when she saw Beca face-on.

"You're stoned..." Chloe said accusingly.

"I um..."

Beca couldn't stop smiling at her.

"What the hell, you stink of weed...Um, why do you take drugs?"

"I don't take drugs, I'm just...babe can't I have a hug?"

Beca tried to go in for a hug but Chloe pushed her away.

"I have to go," Chloe said. She folded her arms across her chest.

"Are you angry?" Beca asked.

"I'm not...I thought you were better!"

The moment Chloe said the words she knew she'd made a big mistake, because her Beca's stormy blue eyes widened and she instantly lost the smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..." Chloe tried to say, but Beca was backing away.

"Well you said it."

"Becs..." Chloe reached for her hand but Beca snatched it away.

"Just fuck off."

"Oh my gosh..."

Beca spun round, nearly tripping over, and stormed off to philosophy.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Stop crying.

Beca threw herself into her seat in the lecture hall and wiped her eyes angrily. Beca willed herself to calm down as she grinded her teeth together, digging fingernails into her palms.

The lecture begun and Beca tried hard to take notes, scribbling every distinguishable word down onto her notebook, but she was still stoned and all of her senses were still hazy round the edges.

If Chloe felt that way...then whatever. Beca was unhappy before. She had no problem being unhappy after. She told herself that she just felt bad Chloe had wasted her time...but the way everything was flashing around before her eyes, Chloe's party, the morning after, the skateboarding lesson, suggested that this was not the reason Beca was angry with Chloe.

"What's up?" Jesse asked as Beca walked into the radio station at three pm after her lecture.

Beca just sighed and threw her bag and board down in the corner. She didn't bother to make eye contact with him.

"Bec', what's wrong?" Jesse followed her round the side of the shelves.

"Nothing," she snapped.

He frowned at her.

"Seriously."

"It doesn't matter okay."

"What doesn't?"

"Jesus Christ, Jesse, would you just leave it!" she was yelling now.

He looked like a baby that had just been kicked in the face.

"Okay..."

Beca's phone buzzed in her pocket later as she stacked CDs but she had a strong feeling about who it may have been.

I'm sorry Beca I didn't mean it I swear to god

She couldn't fathom a reply. Beca hadn't had a real relationship EVER, and now? She wasn't even dating Chloe and she was losing it this bad. She wished it wasn't worth it. But it was. Well, everything so far had been.

Beca went home at five and fell asleep almost immediately because she needed all the sleep she could get for the heats the next day.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Beca groaned and rolled out of bed. It was eleven am. The day of the heats.

After a quick shower, she chose her least battered skate shoes (black and gum Eric Koston 2s) then grabbed her board and headed out, only stopping at the on campus coffee shop for a double espresso.

The heats were downtown in Atlanta in the big outdoor skate park, and it took her half an hour to get there on the bus, and when she arrived there was quite the buzz outside. There were heaps of little skater boys flopping tricks at the sides, but Beca pushed past and spotted Owen with a clipboard.

"Hey Beca!" he greeted her. "Sorry, about the kids, it's the junior heats today too."

"It's fine," she said.

"So you're on at two. There's really not much of a turn out for the women's heats you'll probably walk it."

"Awesome. How many?"

"There's three other girls. And between you and me, they're nothing special," he said in a low voice, winking at her.

"Okay, sick."

"Just take a seat, warm up and enjoy watching the other heats I guess."

"Sweet."

Beca spotted George and sat with him and his friends on a bench. The men's heats started at twelve, and there were about twenty hopefuls.

It was a sunny day, the park was much bigger and cleaner than the one near Barden, there were much more ramps and grinds and jumps. The course looked sick. Good day for a contest.

"Okay, this is my time to shine," George said, tapping Beca on the shoulder and skating off to get ready for his go.

George was good, he almost killed it, until he tried a big jump and skidded off the curb and fell over, grazing up his arms. He shrugged and carried his board off.

The other guys were also really impressive, Beca almost started to doubt herself as she saw a guy land a handplant on a grind, something she'd always flopped.

Soon enough it was two o clock, and the start of the girl's heats. Beca's hands were started to get a little sweaty...

The first girl up was called Amber, she was about Beca's age but she didn't recognise her.

Luckily, the first two girls were not nearly as good as she was.

"All right, Beca Mitchell, it's you," Owen said. "Good luck."

"Cheers bro."

Beca took a deep breath, then pushed off onto the park, rolling down the concrete hill and gaining speed.

First she ollied onto a grind, doing a frontslide nose-grind on the curb before kickflipping off, then pushing off hard. She pulled a 360 flip off a jump, then skating on doing a backside 180 to a 50/50 grind. She skated up to the top of a hill and tried to get as much speed as possible before taking a big jump over a set of stairs, grabbing her board and doing a 540 indy grab.

There was a definite chorus of woahs from the onlookers, but Beca made an effort to keep her focus high, doing a bigspin and a few casual ollies over obstacles, then going up to the top of another steep incline, this time pulling a stalefish.

A whistle blew and her time was up. She skidded to a halt at the side of the park to the sound of a smattering of applause.

"Woah, Beca you freaking killed it girl," Owen said, high fiving her, beaming from ear to ear.

"Thanks," Beca tried to sound casual but she could hardly contain her grin.

"That was awesome," some random girl said.

For the next twenty minutes while the other contestants had their go and everyone congratulated her on her 'rad sesh'. It was actually really nice.

"Okay ladies listen up," Owen called when everyone was finished.

Beca gathered around.

"Going through to the finals in L.A. is Beca Mitchell!"

"Wayyy!" George cheered, hugging her.

"Yeah boi!"

"The afterparty is at mine starting from now," George called and Beca couldn't stop grinning.

They all piled into the back of George's van- about nine people in the back and three in the front and several people following behind on scooters- and he drove back to his apartment. It wasn't even late but clearly the party was starting now.

Beca and the other rowdy skaters followed George into his apartment, and he switched on the music and lit up a bong. George pulled the curtains shut so you couldn't even tell it was still only five pm.

Then her phone was distinctively buzzing in her jeans pocket and she took to out to see a missed call from Chloe. She sighed hard.

It rang again and she went outside to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Chloe said. "What's up?"

"Um."

Beca leant against the wall and tried to find words to say.

"I uh just won the heats."

"No way, that's awesome," Chloe said in a quiet voice. She sounded genuine.

"Thanks."

There was a definite beat of silence where Beca just looked down at her hands.

"So. Um. About yesterday..." Chloe begun.

"Forget it. It's fine. I get it. You're disappointed because you thought I was someone else. I understand."

"No I..."

"It's okay we don't have to be friends. You don't have to say it. It was nice while it lasted."

"Beca wait, I'm trying to apologise here. Look, where are you?"

"At a party."

"Well can we meet?"

Beca sighed.

"Okay. Sure."

"Meet me on campus in fifteen minutes."

"All right."

Beca left and skated towards Barden.

Chloe was stood outside the campus gate, clearly waiting for her to show. She waved a little pathetically when she spotted Beca.

"Hi," Chloe said.

"Hey."

Beca stared down at her sneakers. A heavy silence settled over the two of them.

"I like you Beca," Chloe said softly. Beca didn't want to look at her because she looked so gorgeous, her hair all tousled and red and her lips all pink...She was too hot.

"But..." Beca continued.

"But nothing. I'm sorry."

"Okay. I'm sorry too," Beca shrugged and Chloe frowned at her.

"For what?" she asked.

"That I'm not good enough for you."

"No, you are Beca, that's the thing."

"Clearly not."

"Do you even like me?"

"Obviously I like you look at you you're fucking perfect," Beca actually raised her voice slightly, looking Chloe in her wide crystal eyes for the first time. "You made me feel like actually all right about myself. But. I get it."

"Beca..."

"What? Let's just...be friends. Let's just be friends," she tried to say convincingly.

Chloe pursed her lips and folded her arms.

"I don't wanna be friends though," Chloe said.

"Okay..."

Beca's face fell. That was that then, she thought.

"Because I wanna be more than friends."

"What?"

"I'm trying to ask you to go out with me you douche!"

"Oh..."

"So?" Chloe raised her eyebrows at her.

"Um. Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Beca smiled finally.

"Rad...Should I try and take you out again then?"

"Good idea."

"I'll text you," Beca said.

Then Chloe pulled her into a hug and Beca hugged her back, tight.

"I have work to do tonight," Chloe said.

"I guess I have my own party to get back to."

"Okay."

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

Chloe leaned in and kissed her softly. She broke off, leaving Beca desperate for more.

"Bye."

"Miss you already," Beca called after her and Chloe turned round to grin at her.

She walked back to the party in a giddy haze. Yeah boi!

A/N: happy sunday everyone I hope your Sunday is better than mine x x

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