A/N: So... There you have it, the second chapter ^^ It took me a while... I'm not really a hero if it comes to filling the spaces... building up, that sort of stuff. Sometimes I am not sure what I am doing actually ;P Well anyways... I talked long enough. Please enjoy this chapter ;)

"Class... You're dismissed."
Our teacher was writing something on the board. She wore a tiny skirt, that if she were to bend over, you would totally be able to see her panties. Was this woman replacing Mr. Howard? Beca grabbed her bag and wanted to leave when her teacher turned around. "Except you Beca, you've got detention." Chloe said strictly.

What the hell? Since when does Chloe give philosophy? And since when does she wear glasses? "Chloe? What are you doing here? Why are you pretending to be a teacher?"
"You don't enjoy roleplay? Don't you find me sexy like this?"

Wow, Stop right there- I never said that lady. I rose up, pushing my chair away in the same move. I practically assaulted her, forcing her towards the wood of her desk and began to kiss the woman wildly. I pushed my knee up between the ginger's thighs earning a low moan. "Ah... Beca."

I was awakened by the alarm. It was eight o'clock. The images of Chloe in a tight skirt flashed before my eyes, which widened in shock. "Holy crap!" I looked around my room to discover my roommate was already out of bed. Why was I having these dreams? Well anyways, I had to get to my butt out of this bed. Didn't want to miss my first gym class.

"Trust exercises! Pick your partner, and lead each other safely through the course blindfolded. You can only use your voice, so no touching!" Our PE teacher brawled.

After Fat Amy had blindfolded me, she went to make sure I wasn't seeing anything by holding her fingers up in the air. "How many Beca?" Fat Amy asked me. "Do you really think I can see shit right now?" I snarled. What was this for kind of bullcrap? Trust exercises? We were not ten anymore.
"Alright then. Move. Forward!" Fat Amy gave me a little push, making me almost trip over my own feet. "Come on! My grandma moves faster than that!" Fat Amy yelled at me.
"Would you cut it out!?" I replied, trying to focus on keeping my balance.
"Sorry... I got a bit carried away there, but seriously go faster Beca."
I was shoving over the floor, my hands stretched out in front of me to prevent myself from bumping into anything. "Now there will be a box in front of you in one two-"
I hit my stomach against the side of a large wooden box, groaning. "Argh... Amy!"
"Sorry! My bad..."

In the meantime, Chloe's class was jogging on the other side of the net. Chloe saw how the brunette was crawling over the obstacles on her path, making her grin slightly. "Chlo! You're falling behind!" Aubrey yelled when she passed the distracted ginger. "Right!" She shook her head, time to focus on the task ahead. Still she peeked ever so often to watch the brunette.

"Left, right, left right!" Fat Amy was leading Beca trough a vertical barrier of pawns. "Come on nearly there!" I sighed, this was such a drag. "Remind me never to pick you as my partner again!" I yelled into the wrong direction as I didn't have a single clue of where the blonde was. "Oh shit!" Besides Fat Amy's shocked voice, more people expressing distress. It made me wonder what had happened. I pulled my blindfold off to see a group of people gather around in a circle. Was there something interesting to see? I couldn't help my nature of curiosity and ran towards the mob. I squeezed myself trough the small gaps of people to see Chloe on the ground with her knee open. Chloe looked away as she didn't really enjoy the sight of blood, her eyes slightly glassy from the scare. I got down on both knees in front of her to check the wound. Luckily nothing was broken, just a very nasty wound, though it was bleeding pretty bad. "Can someone get her to medical care?" The PE teacher asked around. "I'll do it!" I replied shortly after, while in my head the Hunger Games, 'I volunteer' line was playing. "Who are you? You're not from my class." The bald-headed man said. "No, but I'm her friend." I said, looking at Chloe who now was able to muster a soft smile. "I'll go too!" Aubrey stated quite determined, stepping forward. "One is quite enough! Now back to jogging girls! Come on there is nothing to see here." The teacher had cut her off then drove the mob of students back.
Aubrey's mouth fell wide open, gaping offended at the teacher. The blonde gave me a cold stare before angrily taking off.

Once at medical I pushed a wet piece of cloth against Chloe's wound, making her hiss in pain. "Sorry... Sorry..." I apologised. I wasn't hurting her on purpose, but still it felt like I needed to say sorry for some reason.

"It's okay... Thanks." Chloe said. She felt pretty stupid. Only because she had been so distracted by the brunette, she hadn't paid much attention to the mat that was lying on the ground and stumbled, landing with her knee on the ground.

Our eyes met, but I quickly looked away again. I felt a fluttery feeling in my stomach. This chick... "So that guy back in the showers... Is he your boyfriend?"It was not that I cared... I was just curious. Just. curious...

"What, you jealous or something?" Chloe smirked back.

"No. I just thought you were a lesbian." I pointed out.

"Oh I am." Chloe nodded.
I got confused. Then why was that naked guy in the girl showers?

"I just need my parents to think that I'm straight..." The ginger continued to explain herself. Then I began to understand. So she still needed to come out. It can't be easy to explain such a thing to your parents.
"Whenever I try to talk to them about this... They just cut me off, saying that it's so nice that I have such a sweet boyfriend and all. I don't want to ruin it for them." Chloe's smile dropped. She didn't want to disappoint them.

"You don't need to be scared Chlo... I'm sure they will still love you, no matter what." I held her hand, smiling, feeling her grip around my hand tighten when she smiled back. "Thanks Beca..."

"Beca? Hello earth to Beca?" Fat Amy was trying to get Beca's attention. They were in English class and the teacher had just pressed a test underneath Beca's nose wherefore she had horribly failed. Yet she seemed to be with her mind elsewhere.
I snapped out of whatever I had lost myself in. "Welcome back. You have a D..."

Fat Amy gave me a doleful look. "Whatever..." I muttered, and pushed the test aside. I didn't even care. "For serious though... Where are you with that head of yours?" Amy said.

"I don't know..." I told her.

"Well you got something on your mind... That's obvious." Fat Amy stated.

I saw no reason to continue this pointless conversation, and just decided to ignore her. She was right though... There was something on my mind, or someone to be more specific. I couldn't get her out of my head. Chloe and I were seeing each other quite often now. Every week we would be watching Game of Thrones together, cuddled up with a blanket to keep both of us warm, talking about our dreams, favorite movies and actresses. It was nice being around her, but I've been having these feelings. Feelings I'm not supposed to have. It's difficult to explain, I'm still trying to understand it myself.

I was busy on a new mash up of Just the way you are/Just a dream while Chloe was sitting on my bed with her laptop. "What are you reading there Chlo?" I took a quick peek when I heard her chuckle. "Huh? Oh nothing..." She said, avoiding my question.

"Is it fan fiction?"

"Yes." Chloe confessed doubtfully, raising a hand as she found herself guilty of all charges.

I smiled. Of course she was. I picked up my phone when it started buzzing. Apparently it was my dad calling me.

"What's up dad?"

"Beca? I just heard from my colleagues that you have been skipping classes." His voice sounded worried. Shit he knows?! I momentarily looked at Chloe who was trying hard to get a hint of what we were saying. "Beca, do I need to worry?" He added.
"No... No I'm just... uhm... I'm..." Fuck... I didn't really have an excuse.

"Come over this weekend. I want to talk to you. And no buts."

I sighed, loud enough for him to hear me.
"I heard that Beca. You brought this on yourself lady."

"Bye dad..." I muttered.

"Bye. Love you."
He ended the call. "What is it Becs?" Chloe now walked to me.

"He knows... He knows I am skipping classes. Fuck." I spat out. Why had I been so ignorant to think he wouldn't find out? "He wants to talk to me this weekend... Shit... If he knows about this... He also knows my grades."
Chloe narrowed her eyes slightly. "Not... Good?" We never really cared to talk about school much, though my face said quite enough about that matter now. "Ai..." Chloe hissed, stroking my arm to offer some comfort. "We'll study together!" Chloe smiled widely, proud of presenting her new idea. "I'll get you to work, Mitchell." She said playfully, pinching me in the side. We started laughing, and held a short pillow fight. It was actually a pretty good idea to have a study buddy. Maybe it would indeed help if I had someone to actually motivate me.

I was sitting in the living room of my father's home, looking around to observe how he had decorated the place. He returned from the kitchen with some coffee for the both of us. "So... you are skipping classes. Why?"

"I don't know... It's just boring alright?"

"Look honey, College is... it's great. You get to create memories here, I see it every day. You just have to give it a chance."

"I don't want to give it a chance, dad. I need to move to LA and get a job at a record label and start paying my dues."

"Here we go again. You know, Beca, Djing is not a profession, it's a hobby, unless you're Rick Dees or someone awesome."

"That's not... I... I wanna produce music. I wanna make music dad."

"But you're going to get a college education first, for free, I might add. End of story." He took a sip of his coffee. "Now let's talk. How have you been holding up kiddo? Staying out of trouble?"

"Dad... Yeah of course I am staying out of trouble. It's just..." Now it was weird to say it. Dad... There might be a tiny little bit of a chance from like this size... that I might be into girls. Perfectly described Beca. Now say it. "I think... I might... be into the same gender." Really Beca? Same gender? I face palmed myself mentally, feeling terribly awkward.

His expression didn't change, but I read from his eyes that he needed some time to process this. "Please just say something..." There was this awkward silence between us. I couldn't stand it.

"Alright... You're into girls. That's good... right? Well done..." He furrowed his eyebrows, uncertain of what to say to his daughter after this bit of information.

I gave him this tiresome look. "Seriously? Dad, I'm terrified."

"Why are you scared sweetheart?"

"There is this girl... Chloe. I think I might... just love her a little bit..."
"You might just love her... a little bit?" He repeated my words, questioning me.

"Okay... I might just love her a lot." I blurted out, my eyes turning wider, when I actually admitted to have feelings for the red head. I love her. "Holy shit! I have feelings for Chloe." I was thinking out loud. Blurting out the things I just realised. "Does she know?" My dad cared to ask, slightly amused by my reaction.

"She doesn't..." I murmured softly. Still I was doubting if I was going to tell her or not. I was new on this kind of territory. And when I say territory I mean lesbian territory. The only woman I kissed was my cousin Lindsey. I feel like I totally messed her up.

I was lying on the grass, listening to music with my headphones. Finally I had found the time to take a moment for myself. Don't take me wrong, Amy is a cool chick but sometimes she can just be a little... too much? Barden was full of crazy people, that was certain. You had junkies, people who were pretending to be birds for no good reason and of course those weird acapella groups. Believe it or not, things got worse when a guy approached me. "Hey!" I saw his lips move, but couldn't hear him because of my remix. "Sorry!" I said, taking off my headphones. "I know you."
"No you don't." Who the heck is this guy?

"I'm in your class. I was the one giving you that pencil today during economics."
Just smile Beca. How do I get rid of this guy? "Oh right... Thanks." Honestly, I hadn't had a single clue who this guy was.

"My name is Jesse." He said.
"Beca..." I replied. Jesse wasn't all too bad looking.

"What were you listening?"

"Uh... It's uhm... my own remix." I blurted out awkwardly.

"Really? That's awesome. How does that work?"

"Well I just find songs that have the same chord progressions and create a track that blends them together. So like this is the new bass line, and this is matching up down beats." I showed him my program, though it felt like he wasn't looking at all. He was staring at me instead. I gave him my earphones, and played the track. "This is really good!" Jesse practically yelled. "Oh... I'm talking really loud." He chuckled. "This is amazing Beca..."

All I could do is smile. He was actually pretty cute. Maybe this was good for me. To remind me I am into boys and not girls. Though I felt "the straight" pretty much being sucked out of me the moment Chloe walked towards us. She wore a cute looking dress, matching her eyes. "Who is this?" Chloe said, while able to compose a friendly smile.
"Uh this is Jesse. Jesse, Chloe." I could feel the tension rising when both made eye contact.
"I just came to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with me tonight."
"Yeah sure... See ya then." I wove her goodbye, my eyes stalking her when she walked away.

"Hey is that your girlfriend?" He asked, seemingly to make sure.
"Oh? No." I told him sincerely. Why would he think that?

"So what movie are we watching?" I asked out of curiousity. Chloe and Aubrey were sharing their college room together. What I heard from Chloe was that they had been friends ever since they were still kids. Aubrey was going out with some of her friends, so we had the fortress all for ourselves. "Rise of the Planet of the Apes." Chloe said, putting her laptop on the ground which was connected to their shared TV. The movie started playing; I grabbed a bowl and filled it with salty popcorn. Chloe wasn't paying much attention to the film. She felt herself lost just by looking at the brunette. Her lips, her breathing everything she observed. Halfway the movie she faked yawned, and wrapped her arm around Beca. "Really? Never pictured you as one of the cliché's." I grinned, when I felt her arm around me. I didn't mind. I actually moved closer to her, putting my head on her shoulder. What are you doing Beca? I constantly repeated in my mind, though I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to be around her. She was like a drug, and I was the addict. I pulled one leg over her lap, feeling brave. I didn't actually look but I knew she was smiling. Chloe's finger made circles on my skin, causing goose bumps to appear. The worse part of it all was that I didn't want her to stop. She trailed further up caressing the skin just above my collarbone, watching my every move. I bit my lip in participation. Please continue... I was begging. She leaned in with her lips just underneath my ears. I felt her breath brush on my skin, making me almost lose my mind. What am I doing? I had to put an end to all of this. "Sorry... I- I can't." I shook her hand off of me, and walked out of the room, ignoring her eyes that followed me.

A/N: Oeeeeehhhh... Cliffhanger right? Am I right? Or... is- well anyways. Stay put for the third chapter if you want to know how it's going to end (sh*ts going to get down). What do you mean you are pretty sure you know how it's going to end? Can you read my mind or something? Are you a wizard? Whatever... Fav, Follow, comment do what you gotta do ;)