Chapter 9

"Right hand yellow!" Beca shouts from her spot on the couch, her voice muffled by the chips in her mouth.

"For real?" Cynthia Rose protests and almost forgets the rules by lifting both her hands.

"Watch out for these assets..."Amy says while struggling to maintain her balance, her glorious cleavage on display, "Their extra sensitive lately."

"We did not need to know that." Chloe speaks up, her head poking out of Amy's legs.

It's the last Sunday of October and the Bellas are gearing up for the ICCA regionals.

The past two months have been crazy. Classes have officially begun and they've been readjusting Bella rehearsals around their new class schedules.

This week in particular has been very stressful for the girls. The pressure for them to defend their title is building, exams are coming up and Beca had only just finished their new set. They've been trying to incorporate it with new choreography last week and so far, it's been disastrous.

There's an obvious need for them to let out some stress, and so today they are taking a break... by playing twister.

"Your hand should touch the yellow part, not just near it!" Beca instructs Cynthia Rose.

She's thoroughly enjoying watching her friends bend their unwilling bodies. Not to mention she's too comfortable in her position on the couch in her jammies and hoodie with a newly opened bag of chips on her lap and empty foils of chocolate all over her general area.

Oh yeah, this is fun. Beca thinks as she pops an M&M into her mouth.

"You should really leave some of those for the players! They're supposed to be prizes." Amy tells Beca, her mouth watering for some chocolate.

"Your junk's everywhere Fat Amy!" Cynthia Rose scolds her, "My hand can't reach the yellow circle with them in the way."

"It's called tactic brown sugar..." Amy counters, shaking her hips to tease her competition.

"Somebody just lose already..." Chloe groans, getting impatient. The game has been going on for an hour now.

"I could squeeze my legs and you could suffocate into dropping out of the competition?" Amy teasingly suggests, knowing very well that Chloe's competitiveness wouldn't let her accept that.

"Or you can just cropdust her... it's less effort." Beca joins in. Two months of being roommates and Amy's language is already rubbing off on her.

"Who says I haven't?" Amy answers and Beca and Cynthia Rose laughs out loud.

"Oh God." Chloe shuddered with repulsion. "I am not destressed at all!" she announces.

"Aha!" Cynthia Rose shouts, finally reaching her yellow circle.

"I think I may have twisted my spine." Lily mutters to herself trying to maintain her contorted position between Amy and Cynthia Rose, her presence almost forgotten.

Beca's still laughing when a phone rings. She immediately gets hold of the offending gadget and shouts, "Amy its yours!", raising it for the Aussie to see.

All the players collapse on top of each other as Amy escapes their structure to snatch her phone from Beca's hands. She takes it but doesn't answer immediately; instead she runs toward the kitchen.

Beca watches her get away from the rest of the Bellas and felt something was wrong.

"Ow!" Chloe exclaims as she pushes Cynthia Rose off her. She stands up, walks toward the couch, settles herself beside Beca and grabs the bag of chips from her lap.

"Who's up for next round?" Ashley asks walking in from the kitchen, a cold can of soda in one hand. Jessica follows her with bags of fresh popcorn.

Beca hands her the spinner and stands up to follow Amy.

"I can play!" she can hear Stacie in the background, "Just let me take off my bra. I'm more flexible that way."

I guess Cynthia Rose is playing again.

Beca treads slowly and carefully toward the kitchen. She doesn't want to invade Amy's privacy and break her trust, but she feels something's off and she's getting worried.

She can't pinpoint exactly what makes her think so. Just little details she can't help but notice.

Beca felt something was wrong way back from the night of the party; tucking in a very drunk Amy certainly felt off. Alright. Given that the party was really wild, insane, off the hook or whatever else you want to call it; the fact is that she has never seen Amy that wiped out and they've been through crazier parties before.

Oh Amy gets wild, Beca can attest to that. She's a party animal, 'can't be tamed' to quote the Australian. But she's never one to get totally smashed and something at the back of Beca's mind tells her there's a reason her friend would want to drink a little too much that night.

However, Beca was also a bit hammered that night. Which isn't surprising after the two of them still had their private after-party in their room with a bottle of tequila. Parts of that night are actually still hazy to Beca. She does remember a lot of laughing though... and waking up with marker writings on her face.

Okay. Maybe my judgement is not reliable on this one. She doubts herself.

She peeks through the kitchen and sees Amy answer her phone.

"Hello?" She can hear Amy almost whispering to her phone."Oh hey.." The blonde continues, suddenly returning to her normal voice.

Beca's hunch doesn't end there. There's also Amy's incessant checking on her phone and email. Beca seems to keep catching her browsing her messages which is not really odd at all, until Amy suspiciously fidgets and awkwardly tries to hide it from her.

It's probably not a big deal, she tries to convince herself.

I'm probably reading too much into this. Beca reasons, but still she can't shake off the feeling.

She has never mentioned this to anybody.

She hears Amy end the call and open the fridge. She takes this as a sign to enter the kitchen.

"You want a glass of water?" Amy asks as she sees her coming in.

"Yeah, Thanks!" and takes a seat by the counter while her friend prepares her glass.

"What's up?" Beca asks, trying get something, anything from Amy.

"Hmmm... Not much." Amy shrugs and hands her the glass of water, "I think Cynthia Rose may have enjoyed my butt a little too much." She adds smirking.

Beca chuckles at that, almost choking on her water. It's probably nothing, she pacifies her thoughts.

Amy finishes her glass, grabs her phone, and nudges Beca's shoulder. "Come on Flatbutt! Let's go check how flexible Stacie really is..." while playfully raising her eyebrows and together they rejoin the rest of the Bellas.


A/N: It's been awhile but I've gathered a few ideas for the upcoming chapters. Please bear with my slow update.

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