Okay, guys, I would have updated this sooner, but I've had a lot of shit to plow through in about zero time, so... The good news is that school is finally over, so that means I get to focus on writing more! Is it Chapter 10 already? It sure doesn't seem that way... Anyway, enjoy!

Beca was, uh... What's the word? Oh yeah, fucked up. Fuck. That's one of her favorite words. It can be a noun, a verb, an adjective, and adverb, and anything in between. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- hang on, what the fuck was she doing again? Stacie had said something about girls and liking compliments and oh yeah, she had her hand up a girl's shirt, pressing her against the wall. A tremor of guilt ran through her, but Beca couldn't remember why.

"I can def'nitely see why, he he, you're such a... a chick magnet," the girl (Casey or Kelsey or maybe Hannah?) giggled. Beca was already bad with names, but add alcohol and three other girls before her, and she was hopeless.

"But I can- I definitely cannot see why you're ssssingle!" Beca gave a loopy smile.

"Oh my God you're the best!" Kelsey (definitely Kelsey) squealed, locking their lips together once more. Girls liked compliments, that's what Stacie said.

"Geez, Kinley, let the rest of us have the 'Beca Mitchell Experience'." What the hell were these girls even talking about? Beca barely had her first kiss three days ago! Not that Beca was complaining. Also, Kinley. Right.

Wait, when did she get onto the couch? Shit, alcohol's a bitch. Oh well. Beca also became aware that there was a cheerleader straddling her. Oh. There was more to the story than alcohol had let her know. Why was she talking about alcohol like it was a person? It did have a presence, she supposed. It was also making her forget the heat in her lower regions, which was not okay.

"Kinley! You promised you wouldn't kiss anyone else!" a football player whined. Jesus, this school was just fucking full of cliches, wasn't it?

"I promised I wouldn't kiss any guys. As you can clearly see, this is not a guy. At all. See?" And now her hands were on Beca's chest. Squeezing. Holy shit. Fuck fuck fuck god fucking dammit. Beca didn't even know that felt good. She stored the information into the back of her mind.

"C'mon, Kinley. Let's go get some drinks." She was gone, but Beca wasn't lonely for long. The other girl, who turned out to be Kelly from earlier, was now pressed into her side.

"Heeeey, Beca. You're a hot commodity. I like that."

"Do you?"

"Yeah. Let's kiss now." And that was it. Hands all over, mouths moving together. It was a very heated affair. The girl was grinding herself against Beca's leg, for Christ's sake. It was nice. Very very very nice. Of course, it had to turn out not so nice because Beca has shit luck and that was how things worked.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Aubrey Posen, ruining moments since always.

"Hmm?" Beca's mental state was in no condition for interrogation at the moment.

"Kelly. Off. Now. Don't come around her again or I'll stick your pom-poms right up your ass."

"Quit scaring off my new friends. Jealously gets you nowhere, ya know." Suddenly Beca was hoisted into the air and over Aubrey's shoulder. Damn, Barbie's got muscle. She was dumped none too gently onto the grass outside the house, away from everyone else.

"One, jealousy is not my issue right now, and two, you have no right to comment on anything of that nature to me!"

"Does that stick up your ass hurt, or have you gotten used to it?" Beca was not a smart drunk.

"Shut the fuck up and listen."

"Whoa, what's your problem?"

"My problem is the fat that you're an absolute jackass! You've got an amazing, beautiful, smart, kind girl who wants to be with you and you treat her like this? That's a really dick move, Beca. Chloe has done nothing but be sweet and caring towards you and yet here you are brushing her off to sleep with dumb bimbos!"

"Oh. I just... It was... I didn't..." Beca couldn't come up with a witty retort because she knew Aubrey was completely right. Goddamn Barbie and her rightness.

"I really am a major asshole, aren't I?" Sluggish realization set in.

"Yes, and you need to fix it."

"Okay, tomorrow I'll-" She cut off as she was yanked forward by her collar.

"Nope. Now. Right now. We're driving over to Chloe's house and you're apologizing. No excuses, get in the car." Not like Beca had time for excuses. By the time she'd processed it, she was already strapped in and they were moving.

"Okay." She was out like a light.

Her reawakening was cold, wet, and sudden. Also, she was not in the car anymore.

"Holy fuck that's cold as shit!"

"It woke you up and sobered you up, didn't it? Now apologize." Aubrey gestured to the redhead on her right, walking out of the room. It was obvious she'd been crying. God fucking dammit.

"Is that because of me?" She reached out and wiped away some of the tears. No response. Shit shit shit.

"I fucked up. You shouldn't ever have to cry, especially not over some dumbass who can't appreciate you. That person's a real douche, don't you think? You could really find someone better. They suck, and you deserve the best. Wow, that was a terrible apology." Beca ran her fingers through her (wet) hair. Thanks Aubrey.

"It could have been worse," Chloe sniffled, a small smile on her face.

"I'm the worst. I'm never listening to Stacie ever again. She has some shit advice."

"She's a horrible influence; she hasn't been in a steady relationship since her freshman year," Aubrey remarked, handing Beca a towel. When did she get back?

"How? She has guys all over her 24/7."

"That's exactly why. Too much competition. And it's really not a secret that she's your exact opposite."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. Hang on, what do you mean by my exact opposite?" Confusion, an after effect of the alcohol still in her system, set in.

"You're naive, inexperienced in social settings to the point of being afraid of interactions, and a virgin. Do the math."

"Tell me how you really feel, Aubrey." Damn Barbie.

"Oh, she means well." Chloe sat down beside Beca.

"I don't think she does."

"I have to go now, because unlike you two, I have a first period class and I care about making good grades. Have fun kissing and making up or whatever it is you're going to do." She tossed a wave over her shoulder and shut the door behind her. It was then Beca realized she was on the hardwood floor of Chloe's bedroom.

"Um, I'm a little wet."

"I'm sure you are," Chloe winked.

"That's gross. Seriously, though, do you have some spare clothes I can borrow?" She tried to hide her blush.

Chloe merely chucked a pair of shorts and a T-shirt at her and hopped into her bed, pulling the covers over herself.

"Where are you going?" The redhead tilted her head to the side, questioning.

"To change?"

"You don't have to go. I've already seen it, if you recall." She had a point.

"How could I forget?" Beca grumbled, pulling down her jeans. She frowned when she realized her underwear was just as soaked as the outer layer of clothes.

"I'm going to fucking kill Aubrey."

"Having fun?"

"Close your eyes." Beca knew it was stupid, but it was a thing.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Okay." She made an exaggerated show of covering her eyes with her hands.

Beca worked fast, stripping herself of her wet clothes and putting on Chloe's shorts and shirt. She looked over to see Chloe unabashedly staring through huge gaps in her fingers, a grin on her face.

"Chloe!"

"It's my house! I can do what I want!" she pouted like a toddler. She even crossed her arms and Beca was almost positive she would have stomped her foot had she been standing.

"You're such a fucking creeper." Beca slid into the bed, facing away from the ginger. She didn't realize her mistake until it was too late.

"Only for you, Beca-Boo!" Chloe whispered into Beca's ear, bringing her arms around the girl and making her the small spoon. She tangled their legs together and pulled her tight. The universe was out to get her, it seemed. Needless to say, Beca got little sleep that night.