So maybe Chloe's idea of avoiding Beca was starting to backlash on her. If she was being honest with herself, she already knew it would from the start. She just can't find it in herself to face the girl yet. She's still feeling far too skittish about her personal revelation towards the girl, and seeing her would only heighten the pressure. Nothing could have made their little 'sexcapade' (as Beca liked to call it nowadays) worse. Chloe knows it needs to come to an end soon, she can't see any other way to move on with Beca still in the picture.

It's not like she wants it to end, she just knows she won't be able to control her own feelings, while the girl would always feel nothing.

Chloe feels angry with herself, hating that she had to just go and develop feelings for Beca Mitchell. Romantic feelings for Beca Mitchell. It was like calling the white house and expecting to speak with the president himself, there was no way it was gonna actually happen. Beca would always be herself. She wouldn't magically become someone who would work for a relationship overnight.

She wouldn't want to ever hold Chloe's hand, want to introduce her to friends, or even just ask about her day.

Chloe hates that she even entertained the idea of those things, and if Beca were actually capable of them. She needs to end the pensive daydreaming she found herself coddling in lately too. It would only leave her more disappointed in the end when Beca couldn't reciprocate any of them into reality.

Chloe knows Beca is still wary about her recent behavior; not understanding the way the redhead was putting up a facade. Chloe kept quiet lately, and restricted as much eye contact between them that she could. She thought if Beca got one good look of her, then she would somehow know Chloe's new infatuation for her. Chloe can't even imagine what would happen if Beca actually did find out.

Now as Chloe sat on the cold bench, a crowd of people swarming around her, she knows the girl's eyes are on her.

She thought she was going to have a break tonight from the girl, a pause from ramming herself into her own insecurities because she was present. Beca was here though, sitting among the students and their families in the bleachers. Chloe can't understand why she can't escape Beca, yet here she was, unknowingly tormenting the redhead.

The football game is a depressing one so far, and Chloe feels emotionally and tangibly exhausted. They were three quarters in, and the score was more than humiliating for Barden. The crowd was hopeless and Chloe could tell her squad was starting to feel the same. Their cheers seemed to slowly dissipate into drained encouragements, most of the girls already sitting down like Chloe was.

Chloe could feel her head start to pound, not knowing if it was the angry fathers yelling or the stress she felt each time she looked back to see Beca sitting there. A few of the girl's friends were surrounding her, grasping her attention and trying to entertain it as her uninterested expression continued resting. Chloe struggled to not look back too many times, but she would and Beca's eyes would catch hers every now and then. The girl's eyes don't say much, but Chloe knows there are some questions still there.

Chloe glances over at Aubrey, who still stands cheering with Flo by her side. She knew the blonde was starting to slowly give up as well, yet also knew she would stay standing the entire game no matter what happened. That's just how Aubrey functioned, even without her father here to observe her.

Chloe stands up and treads over to the girls, pausing Aubrey's motions in her approach. "Hey, I have a headache. I'm gonna go grab some Aspirin or something."

"Okay, I'll watch over the girls." The blonde smiles back sympathetically.

"Thanks Bree, I'll be right back." Chloe attempts a smile, turning around and starting to walk off the sidelines. She gazes up, eyes trained to the same area they've been checking all night. Beca's eyes are already on her, her eyebrows scrunching together as she watches Chloe step away from the field.

Chloe internally panics as she see the girl instantly stand up though, saying something to her friends before she walks down a few of the bleachers.

Chloe quickens her stride and keeps her head down, rounding the bleachers with the parking lot now ahead. She hurries and paces towards her car, walking further away from the crowd. She can already sense that she isn't alone though, sighing as she continues to pretend to not notice the girl.

She smiles at the few people lingering in the lot, most of them walking back towards the field. She can feel her heart beat faster, feeling a spurge of nervousness build in her chest. She had no idea what she was going to say to the girl.

When she finally reaches her car, she unlocks it quickly and leans in through the door to reach for her purse inside.

"Chloe?"

Chloe ignores the voice behind her as she pulls out a bottle of Aspirin, pouring a couple of pills into her hand. She looks at them before throwing them into her mouth, taking a rough swallow as she leans out of her car hesitantly. She can see Beca out of the corner of her eye, making her take a deep breath.

"Chloe?"

The redhead finally looks over, slowly closing her door and locking it. Beca stands with her hands in her pockets, apprehension in her brows. Chloe gulps as she truly looks at the girl for the first time in a week, remembering how beautiful Beca presented herself in the most careless way. Even now, in her ripped jeans and leather jacket, hair tossed over to one side, almost as if she's been running her hands through it a lot. Her shoes scraped with scruffs and her eyeliner heavy as usual, it all made Chloe coil into unnecessary thoughts.

"Hey." Chloe softly speaks as she steps forward, heading in the direction to walk past the girl. "What's up?"

"What's up?" The brunette leans in, stepping in front of the girl and stopping her. "You've been ignoring me all week, and all you have to say is 'what's up' when I approach you?"

Chloe glances around, seeing themselves trapped between her car and some van next to hers. She avoids the girl's eyes, feeling hesitant about how close she already is. She doesn't like the obstruction in Beca's voice, hating that she caused it.

"I've just been really busy." Chloe looks back to her, biting her lower lip. Beca rolls her eyes with a trace of annoyance, shaking her head.

"That's bullshit. You've been acting weird ever since you stayed over on Friday." Beca points out, taking a short moment before speaking again; her voice a lot softer now. "Was it because you slept in my bed?"

Chloe freezes, feeling a blush run through her cheeks quickly. Her defense jumping in quickly with a precarious cover, "No…Nothings weird, I've just had things on my mind. That's all."

The shorter girl gazes at her, standing in contemplation. Chloe knows the girl noticed her blushing, making her wonder if Beca was already catching onto her embarrassing secret. Beca nods her head slowly though, looking around before returning her stare to the redhead. "So…we're like…okay? Nothing's wrong between us?"

Chloe's eyebrows scrunch together, feeling confused by the sudden concern. "Yeah? I mean, sure…we're fine." She stumbles, feeling a eerie sense of expectation rise inside of her.

Beca nods again, awkwardness clearly in her stance as she thinks. "Okay good."

"Good?" Chloe can't help but ask, puzzled by the girl's reaction.

"Yeah, good." Beca shrugs, pulling her hands out of her pockets with a muddled expression. "Because, you know-I've been feeling…um-a bit…I don't know, frustrated?"

Chloe can see the girl slightly blush, making her own eyebrows rise. She couldn't read the girl, so she tries to push away her disappointment before asking, "You mean, sex-wise?"

Beca shrugs again with a slight nod, looking unsure. Chloe wants to ponder into the girl's uncanny variation in her actions, but knows her feelings will change her perception of it. "Sorry then."

Beca rolls her eyes, a little bit easier this time. Her voice adjusting to a softer tone. "Don't ever apologize for that."

"Okay?" Chloe quirks her lip, not quite understanding what the girl wants.

Beca pauses, an awkward moment playing between them. Chloe watches as the girl rocks a few times on her heels, her hands moving to her back pockets. "So…what are you doing out here?"
Chloe can feel the silent demand for a change of subject, so she nods her head, moving along.

"Getting some Aspirin." Chloe leans against her car, folding her arms. "I have a headache."

Beca smiles, glancing down to the ground timidly before meeting Chloe's eyes. "I bet I'm not helping much with that."

Chloe slowly grins, all of her uneasiness slipping away because of the girl's shift in manner. "Not exactly…"

Beca chuckles, taking a step closer to the taller girl. Chloe can feel her own heart flutter a second quicker as she blushes, cursing herself out inside of her head.

"So, what are you doing? I mean-here anyways." Chloe hastens ineptly, "You just don't seem like the type to enjoy football."

"And I'm not." Beca shakes her head, smile still present. "It's all Jesse's fault."

"Jesse…?"

"He's this weirdo." The brunette shrugs, "Kind of forced his friendship on me during a music class freshman year and now we're here. He's the guitarist in my band."

"Oh, okay." Chloe remembers, picturing the boy's face. "He seems nice."

"Yeah, he's an idiot." Beca snickers, "All of my friends are to be honest."

"They do seem…interesting." Chloe admits slowly, making the shorter girl give her an amused, skeptical look.

"Yeah and your friends seem like a real hoot." Beca shoots back, making Chloe blush with a short laugh.

"Did you just use the word 'hoot' to insult my friends?" Chloe teases with a massive grin.

"Heard it in a movie once." Beca shrugs, playing it cool. She takes the last step forward, leaning and placing her hand next to Chloe on the car.

"I thought you hated movies?" The redhead challenges, wanting to keep the conversation rolling, her duty as a captain completely escaping her mind for the moment.

"Yeah, well that's also Jesse's fault. He forces me into watching some with him." Beca rolls her eyes, "He's annoying like that."

"It sounds like you don't even like him." Chloe points out, loving to watch the girl's different motions in her expressions.

"Yeah, not most of the time anyways." Beca smirks, making Chloe beam. She admits that the gesture was annoying at first, but she's grown to love it.

"And the others?"

"Well…" Beca pauses, "Nah. Not really."

Chloe shakes her head with a playful eye roll, looking down with short smile. She can feel the girl's eyes on her, making it impossible for her blush to stay hidden. She looks back up quickly, eyeing the satirical girl. "I'm not even surprised to be honest."

Beca's eyes soften, her gaze becoming stronger. Chloe doesn't even know how to stop the way the girl makes her feel in moments like this, wishing now she could just kiss her.

She lowers her own eyes, glancing at the girl's lips. She doesn't even care if she's being overly obvious at the moment, she just wants the girl to get the hint. Beca then looks around, eyeing the parking lot. Chloe does the same, not seeing anyone near. When their eyes meet again, Chloe knows her need would be contented. Beca leans in then, her hand rising to Chloe's cheek before their lips connect. Chloe takes everything she can in it, her sensitivity of Beca kissing her now feeling a lot more breathtaking than before. Her heart feels heavier inside of her chest as it beats, not understanding how much her knowledge of her own feelings could magnify the moment.

It almost makes her want to tell Beca right then, so that she could know this meant something more than it did before. So that Chloe could know if Beca was feeling the same way in any form possible.

Beca pulls back soon though, making Chloe hold back a whine as she opens her eyes. Beca's navy eyes are hooded, telling Chloe that she wants to continue. The redhead gulps, feeling the same way, but unsure if it were possible. She knows Aubrey was going to need her back soon, she has a responsibility to her squad.

"I should get back…" Chloe whispers, staring up at the girl.

"Or…" Beca starts, glancing back down to the redhead's lips.

"Or?"

"Or…we could get into the back of your car here," Beca leans over more, her other hand resting on the vehicle, now on the other side of Chloe. "And we could catch up."

"Catch up?" Chloe can't help but smile, liking the way the girl lightheartedly charms the idea.

"Yeah." Beca nods, "Catch up."

Chloe swallows, looking past the girl towards the field and the back of the bleachers. Aubrey could handle things, right? That's why she was the co-captain.

"Okay…" The cheerleader nods, biting her lower lip to keep from smiling too big.

"Okay?" Beca grins, not holding back.

"C'mon." Chloe rolls her eyes, turning and unlocking her car with her keys as Beca stands back. She slides into the backseat, being quickly followed by the brunette. As the door closes, Beca looks over to Chloe with a pleased smirk. Chloe smiles back, pushing all confusion she's having about Beca's behavior to the back of her mind.

She can feel the girl's hand land on her thigh then, making her look down with a blush. "Becs?"

"Yeah?" The shorter girl sits closer, eyes already on Chloe's neck.

"We should probably keep this PG13."

"Wait, what?" Beca looks to the girl with knitted eyebrows.

"We're in a parking lot, there's like people walking around." Chloe points out, disappointment laced in her own voice.

"The suns almost down, nobody will see." Beca reasons, her hand beginning to run up and down Chloe's bare thigh.

"Becs, I can't have sex with the possibility of a kid or teacher for that matter, seeing us." Chloe licks her lips, trying to ignore the heat rising as the other girl continues her motions.

"So what you're saying, is that you just want to make out?" Beca wonders, a small whine in her voice.

"I mean…we could just go back to the game?" Chloe teases slowly, her own hand landing on top of Beca's.

Beca tilts her head, a short glare playing across her eyes. She then sighs, "Fine."

Chloe smiles and rolls her eyes, her other hand reaching up to cup Beca's face. Her voicing dropping an octave. "Maybe, we can meet up after the game?"

Beca's disappointment shifts into a small smile, "I'm more than fine with that plan."

"Good." Chloe chuckles as she takes in the girl's indulgent eyes, pulling the girl's face to her own after. Their lips meet again, a gentle pace shifting through them swiftly.

She can feel the girl's hand leave her thigh, sliding up to her waist. The kind grasp Beca lays there reminds Chloe of the morning she woke up next to the girl, with her hand unknowingly gripping the same place. Chloe wraps her arms in her favorite place, around the girl's neck. Their kiss continues it's gradual pace, surprising Chloe. Beca never stayed this tender for too long with her.

Maybe it was because the girl knew the moment couldn't lead to anything else. Chloe could see that.

Chloe never thought she would be just satisfied with making out with the girl, but she was enjoying just keeping it light. She feels like she can pay attention more, no rush in either of their movements to distract from the little details. It made it easy for her to imagine that Beca liked her back, that she was affectionate for all the reasons Chloe hoped for. She knew it was farfetched and even naive, to sit and visualize those things, but it made the whole experience feel more vigorous. She would let her dreams control the high anytime, especially if it made it this great.

As Beca kisses her, running her hand across her uniform, Chloe thinks of the girl's delight and mischievousness earlier. It made Chloe feel like she needed to stop running away and just take everything she could from the girl, even if it would leave her more wounded in the end. Any take of thrill and harmonious moments between them would make up for it, she already thought they made up for all the other pressures in her life at the moment. She hasn't forgotten how rough Beca's words hit her sometimes, but her feelings were starting to blind her perception of the reasoning behind them. She didn't know if that was good or bad, but she doesn't feel like caring anymore.

There was another part of her that was starting to conceive a different judgment though. Deep inside, she needed Beca to want her back so much, that she disordered herself to feel like maybe there was a chance. She wondered if it was possible that Beca was still holding back on the truth, and if Chloe could hear it, that she could fix things and make Beca want her again. She pondered what it would be like to just know the girl's true feelings, and if there were any to begin with. Maybe Chloe just had to stop pretending herself, and see where it went. Maybe her own honesty would bring it out in the other girl. She wouldn't let it hit the girl all at once, but just see how Beca's actions would turn if she put forth any effort. She could get Beca to like her, and get her to see past the ambiguous reasons she claimed to hate the redhead for.

She doesn't know why she's suddenly feeling so hopeful, but the minor feeling in her gut had to mean something. It couldn't just be there for nothing, she was usually right in these types of things. Beca is just tricky though, a game only few could win. Chloe doesn't know if she was skilled enough to be one of those few, but thought it would be better to try than to never try at all. Beca was worth that.

Chloe jumps when she hears a few taps against the window, making her pull away from the brunette quickly. She looks towards the window, a spread of panic coursing through her as she sees a face eyeing back at them. At least she knows now, that restricting sex was a good idea.

AN: I was going to write who was at the window in this chapter, but why not leave a little fun and mystery till the next update ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Don't worry though, that update will come soon. Thank you so much for the sweet comments you guys have been leaving lately, they make me so grateful and happy. You guys are amazing!