As the weeks went by Beca realised that there really was nothing for her at Barden University. Sure, she spent the whole of her English lectures gazing at Chloe and remembering everything that happened but she knew that it was over. It was a memory and it would stay a memory. That's what hurt.

So now it was over Beca decided to just move on and forget it ever happened. She'd never been attached to anyone before, not like that anyway, so yeah it might've been harder since Beca had practically imprinted on Chloe the second she laid eyes on her...but Beca could get over it...right?

And since it was done, although Beca was still angry, she began speaking to Jesse again, mainly because she couldn't avoid him. He seemed apologetic and Beca was unconsciously angry enough with Chloe to not hold it against him too much. So it was this reason that Beca found herself at a Halloween party one Friday night in October, with Fat Amy, Jesse, Bumper, Benji and a load of other people that she knew by face but not name.

"Beca stop being so boring and come dance with me!" Stacie called to her over the music.

It was about eleven pm, and Donald's apartment was pretty dark and smoky. Beca wasn't quite as drunk or blazed as other people around and Stacie made her feel kind of nervous, particularly since she was so attractive.

"Come on," Stacie grabbed her hand, laughing drunkenly.

Stacie was kind of drunk, but Beca knew she could handle her liquor. She was wearing a slutty cat costume that showed off her beautiful long legs and a fair deal of cleavage. It didn't leave much to the imagination, but Beca was actually more slutted up than usual too, dressed as zombie with some ripped up shirt and her oldest denim short shorts.

"Dude, I can't dance!" Beca protested, but didn't pull away from Stacie.

"Yeah you can," Stacie said. She leaned in closer and said in Beca's ear. "You got a dancer's body."

"A what?" Beca asked incredulously, laughing, Stacie's alcohol breath still lingering on Beca's neck.

"A dancer's body, man you need to get on this level, I'm getting you some shots."

Beca sighed, but secretly enjoyed the attention, following Stacie through the group of dancing people to the dark kitchen where Fat Amy and Bumper were passing a joint between them.

"Here," Stacie gave her a shot and they drank one together.

It was a jagerbomb, Beca did a few more until she couldn't remember the difference between Chloe's crystal eyes and Stacie's hazel ones.

"You know, you're a lot more fun when you're wasted," Stacie purred, as Beca pulled her into the bathroom, pushing her up against the wall, going on tiptoes the kiss Stacie's full red lips.

"Shut up and kiss me," Beca growled at her, and Stacie obliged.

Beca Mitchell why didn't you tell me you could do that? ;)

Beca took the phone out of her jeans pocket and grinned at the message from Stacie. She was in English and Chloe was talking animatedly about some book, but Beca wasn't paying much attention. She picked up the phone and pressed reply.

I don't know what you mean stacie ;)

Her phone buzzed less than a moment later and Beca pressed open.

Don't play innocent Mitchell, the secret's out, you're amazing in bed.

Beca nearly laughed out loud and quickly typed a reply.

Amazing? Gee thanks :p and I don't remember any bed...

Beca was grinning unconsciously, blurred memories of the party the night before. It had been fun. Stacie was great. She was hot and fun and Beca felt the familiar emptiness and self-hatred of one night stands. This was more normal for her.

Sorry, I mean, great in bathroom wall

"Beca why aren't you writing?"

Beca looked up from her phone and saw Chloe looking at her expectantly.

"Sorry."

She put her phone away, and wondered why Chloe's eyes had lingered on Beca's neck before she walked away, but as she brought a hand up to her bare neck, Beca realised there was a definite unmistakable love bite underneath her jaw. Shit. Beca felt her phone buzz but decided not to piss Chloe off further.

Chloe had watched Beca everyday for the past week and a half, seeing a withdrawn, quiet and generally down pattern of behaviour with her. But today was a definite change. Beca was disinterested in her (she was always very aware of Beca's blue eyes following her around as she taught), and had the face of someone texting a crush. And Chloe's heart twinged when she saw a red lovebite on Beca's neck.

Yeah Chloe broke it off. But...she still couldn't fight the vivid dreams of Beca's lips on her own, or the way her heart skipped a beat when Beca walked into class looking so gorgeous. Fuck, why couldn't it just have worked out? She wanted Beca again. She didn't want Beca with anyone else. Fuck.

Chloe watched Beca leave, getting her phone out again. She felt like crying.

And it takes all my strength not to dig you up
From the ground in which you lay
The biggest part of me
You were the greatest thing
And now you're just a memory
To let go of.

In the mourning I'll rise
In the mourning I'll let you die
In the mourning all my sorries.

"You're singing Paramore?" Chloe snapped around to see Aubrey coming into the apartment. "Jeez, you must be really cut up."

"I'm fine," Chloe nearly growled.

"Really?"

Chloe was sat on the sofa with her guitar. It was nine o clock so it was pretty dark in the apartment, but Chloe didn't even have the motivation to get up and turn on the lights.

"What's wrong?" Aubrey inquired, putting down her things and turning on the lights.

"She's dating someone new," Chloe shrugged, trying not to choke up.

She put down her guitar and crossed her arms tightly, glaring at the TV screen and wondering why she was getting so fucking jealous over Beca.

"How do you know?" Aubrey asked supportively sitting next to her best friend.

Chloe shrugged again.

"She was texting all lesson and she had a few lovebites on her neck. It's pretty self-explanatory."

"Ah."

Aubrey knew there was nothing she could say to comfort Chloe. And Chloe knew that it was gonna hurt for a long while. But eventually it'd be easier. Chloe just wished that Beca hadn't forgotten her so quickly.

"Hey stud."

"Hey!"

Beca walked into the bar and slid into the booth next to Stacie and opposite Jesse.

Stacie gave her a hug and planted a kiss on Beca's cheek, making Beca blush.

It was dark and there were a lot of drinks on the table, clearly Jesse was anticipating another piss-up since he'd bought like ten tequila shots, but Beca was still slightly hungover from the party the night before. She was also confused as to what the whole deal with Stacie was now. Stacie was NOT a relationship person, everyone in the whole world knew that. So what were they? Friends? Friends with benefits? Beca had no idea. She'd never kept in touch with any previous one night stands.

"You want a beer?" Jesse asked.

"Sure," Beca agreed.

"Kay be right back."

And he left Beca and Stacie alone.

"What's up then Beca?" Stacie asked. Their legs were touching under the table and the contact just felt natural. It was more comforting than exciting for Beca anyway.

"Nothing, so, uh, I was wondering, where do we go from...last night?" Beca asked, blushing awkwardly.

"Wherever you want," Stacie winked at her.

"Seriously," Beca insisted.

"Well. It can be a one time thing," she suggested. "Or a two time thing. Or a thing whenever you feel like having hot sex with a sexy brunette."

Beca was relieved. Nothing serious then.

"Okay," Beca smiled at her.

"What are you two birds clucking about?" Jesse asked loudly, coming back to sit down.

"Me and Beca were just arranging to be fuckbuddies," Stacie said, causing Jesse to choke on his beer.

Beca giggled.

She may not have Chloe. But...things weren't all that bad.

Author's note: sorry everyone...

OMFG can we all just take a moment to appreciate the fact that I saw Paramore last night and it was amazing and they were amazing yeah omg

but sorry about Stacie...I hope you don't hate me too much.

please review with your thoughts on this update or with any ideas?

thankyou for reading!