POV- Beca

So far, so good…

Nobody's fighting. Aubrey hasn't puked yet. And there are no trebles around to spoil her mood.

I certainly set my standards high for parties, don't I?

I set my itunes on shuffle and let it play out as I watch the girls dance, drink, and sing along. I take a seat in the bleachers and watch the girls, amused. Chloe approaches with two red cups, offering one to me. I shake my head and watch her shrug as if to say "More for me.". I smile up at her as she plops down in the seat beside me.

"Why're you all the way over here? You should come dance with us." She offers.

"I don't know. I've never really been one to dance at parties. I'd rather sit here and creep." I wink, playfully.

"I see." She smiles, mischievously, setting her cups down and taking my hand as she stands. "Will you dance with me? Just this once?" She begs, working the puppy eyes and poutylip for effect.

I sigh, defeated. "Just this once, right?"

"Uh huhn!" She smiles, adorably. Pulling me up from my seat and leading me out onto the floor with the rest of the Bellas. She and Aubrey exchange a wink, then Aubrey nods at me as if she knows something I don't.

Chloe lets go of my hands as she rushes off to my laptop, skimming and scanning my playlist until she finds the song she's looking for. The auditorium is filled with the first few bars of "No Diggity" and I find myself cracking up as Chloe makes her way back over to me with a pimp walk. She puts on this cute "thug face" as she raps along with Dr. Dre, waving her hands with every word. By the chorus, everybody has joined in (even Aubrey, as the rest of the Bellas made it their DUTY to educate her after the Riff-off).

Something about the way Chloe looks at me as she sings the chorus drives me a little insane. The darkness in her eyes as she looks over my body. The swaying of her hips. The way she bites her lips and runs her hands through her hair, occasionally.

"I like the way you work it… No DIGGITY!" She winks, before turning around.

And now, she's on me…

Chloe dances up against me with a frustrating amount of friction. Her hips brushing my crotch with every move.

"Ummm…" I manage.

"Uh huhn?" Chloe answers, seductively. Reaching back to take my hands as she shimmies down the front of my body and back up. I can't take my eyes off her hips.

I mean… I knew she could dance, but DAMN.

That ass…

I just…. I can't even think right now.

Before long, the song is over, and I'm having to ignore the warm throbbing sensation between my legs.

I should not be having these thoughts about Chloe. She's my friend. My BEST FRIEND… And she's graduating in less than two weeks…

The next song to come on is "Sorry For Party Rocking" by LMFAO. I slip away from Chloe under the guise of being parched. As I'm leaning against the drink table, Cynthia-Rose and Stacie appear, flirting in that cat and mouse way they do.

I take a breath and lean against the table, in an effort to calm myself.

As Stacie refills both of their cups, I reach for a diet coke and pop it open. Chugging it down like water.

"Dayum…" Cynthia-Rose teases, "I guess I can see why you're so thirsty." She elbows me as Stacie rolls her eyes.

These two are so together…

"I thought Chlo was gonna BREAK you, B. With the way she was rolling and grinding all over you…"

I think she did…

Stacie nods in agreement. "Yeah… I'm surprised you two haven't fucked yet."

"STACIE!" Cynthia slaps Stacie on the arm, before pulling her away with her free hand. She nods an apologetic farewell to me.

Luckily, I manage to stay surrounded for the rest of the party, so Chloe doesn't ask me to dance again. Instead, we spend the rest of the party sharing stories about Aubrey and reminiscing on the past year. Aubrey seems refreshingly calm and fun and I find myself wishing I'd given her a chance earlier. She even hugs me and gives me her number before heading out.

"I know it seems like we JUST got to know each other, but I'm here for you… Even if you are a little pain-in-the-ass, alt girl." She says, with a playful grin.

The rest of us stay to clean up the auditorium. All the red cups scattered across the floor…all the chip crumps and soda cans in the bleachers… all the "decorations".

As I'm sweeping the bleachers, I hear someone come up behind me and wrap their arms around my waist. It doesn't take long before I realize it's Chloe. I try to keep moving, forcing her to follow and tighten her embrace. She pulls my back to her chest, tenderly, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"Wanna walk me home once we finish up?" She asks, a little too huskily.

"Uh…sure," My heart begins to pound in my chest as she loosens her hold and lets her hands fall down my waist, following the curve of my hip.

"Mmkay," She pulls back and walks off to see if any of the others need help.

My eyes land on Fat Amy, a few rows up. She watches me as she finishes off the leftover pizza with an expression similar to the one she had in the library last week. I'm pretty sure she saw what just happened.

But, it's not like it means anything… I mean, Chloe does that stuff all the time.

Maybe it's all in my mind? Wishful thinking?

Nah…

I shake my head clear of my thoughts and finish sweeping up the trash.