Chloe opens the door to her locker instantly noticing a note falling down into her gaze. She smiles at it because she knew who it was from.

It's from the person who she has been passing secret notes to in study halls and Calculus class. The person who always seemed to make her smile whenever she was feeling down. The person who was a year behind her in school. The person who was in the same level math class because they are an expert at math. The person who she's been friends with since she moved into the area a year ago.

The person is named Beca Mitchell.

Chloe opens up the note from Beca. She begins to read it.

Hey Chlo,

I don't think we can pass each other notes anymore.

Chloe's smile fades away.

It's not because I don't want to. I do really want to. My dad found the notes in my dresser drawer while putting away some clothes. He wasn't too happy. He says that whatever is between us is inappropriate. He also thinks that our passing of notes have been interrupting my studies.

I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't talk to you anymore.

-Becs

Chloe folds the note back up. All she can feel coursing through her is white hot rage. How could Beca's dad tell her that she and Beca's relationship is inappropriate? He cheated on Beca's mom and left her for a woman that isn't even in the picture anymore. The only thing that was between Beca and her was friendship. Right? Is Beca not allowed to have friends or something?

Chloe shoves the note into her backpack. She'll be sure to talk to Beca later about it. Chloe wasn't going to stop talking or hanging out with Beca without an explanation of how their relationship is inappropriate.

She was just happy that the school day was over with. She had about an hour to get to Beca's house and talk to her in private. If Beca's dad didn't want her to talk to or hangout with Chloe there's no way he'd let her inside to talk to her.

It pissed her off greatly.

She walks out of the school making her way to her car. Several people try stopping her to talk to her. She simply throws a nod in their direction. The more time she spent talking to people was less time she had to talk to Beca.

Chloe gets into her car and turns it on. She throws her backpack into the passenger seat right before putting on her seatbelt. She checks in both directions before pulling out of her parking spot.

Chloe drives to Beca's house speeding the entire way. She desperately needed an explanation. Especially since Chloe would be graduated in a few months. Was Beca seriously going to let her father make her not hangout with her for the rest of the time that she's in school.

When Chloe arrives at Beca's house, she instantly notices how the house only has one car in the garage and there's only one light on inside. The light belongs with where Beca's room is located.

After her contemplating her decision to talk to Beca, Chloe turns off her car taking a deep breath. She was scared. What if something horrible happened? She knows that Beca's dad wouldn't do something like that right? He was a nice guy for the most part.

At least that's what she thought earlier today.

She gets out of her car right after grabbing the note from her backpack, and makes her way to the porch. She steps up onto it ringing the doorbell as she does.

She waits a few seconds when the door finally opens to reveal Beca's face.

"Oh hey Chloe," Beca says in very shy voice. Chloe knew that Beca knew what she was there for.

"What's this about?" Chloe raises her hand that was holding the note.

"I'm not allowed to hangout with you anymore," Beca replies sounding very pained while she said it.

"Why not?"

"Apparently our relationship is inappropriate," The brunette looks down and begins staring at her feet.

"How?"

Beca looks up. She leans out of the doorway and looks both ways. She checks her phone for the time. She wanted to make sure that her dad wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Come inside," the brunette says. She moves out of the way allowing Chloe to enter.

Chloe steps inside providing enough clearance for Beca to shut the door without hitting her.

The shorter girl makes her way to the couch and sits down. The redhead follows her. She sits down next to her.

"How is it inappropriate?" Chloe asks her friend again.

"My dad found some of our notes in my sock drawer. He read what was there." Beca pauses and takes a deep breath. "He doesn't like how we are flirty towards one another."

"Does he not know me?" Chloe asks. "I'm a naturally flirty person."

Beca lets out a sigh. The brunette couldn't bare to tell her friend what's next in her explanation.

"His problem is not with you. It's with me."

The redhead furrows her brow. She was confused on what she meant.

"He knows you have a flirty tendency." Beca pauses taking a deep breath. "But he knows that I don't…"

Chloe raises her eyebrows.

"He knows that when I write or say that kind of stuff, that I'm serious about it. I'm not like you who can flirt like no ones business with anyone."

"What do you mean?" Chloe questions. Even though deep down she knew what the brunette meant. She just needed to hear her say the exact words.

"I like you," Beca mumbles just loud enough for the redhead to hear her.

Chloe's jaw drops in shock. She was surprised Beca actually said it. She thought she was going to have to somehow force it out of her.

"I want you. That's why it's inappropriate. He asked me if I felt something for you in that kind of way and…"

"And?"

"I said that yes I did," Beca says, her voice sounding very shaky. She looks away from Chloe and brings her gaze to the random designs on the wall.

It's quiet for a few seconds. Beca hears Chloe shuffle a little bit next to her. She feels one of Chloe's hands land on her shoulder. The other is placed on her cheek.

Chloe guides Beca so that she's looking right at her. Their eyes make contact with the other persons. Deep navy blue eyes meet bright ocean blue ones.

The redhead slowly leans in pressing her lips against the brunettes. Beca lets out a sigh and returns the kiss. Chloe's lips feel smooth against hers as their lips move against the other person's. After a few seconds of them kissing, Beca pulls away.

She places a hand over her own lips. Which have become slightly swollen.

"What? Are you okay?" Chloe questions her.

Beca remains silent. She's simply thinking inside her head how badly she's been wanting this to happen. Now that it is she's mentally slapping herself for breaking it. Then again maybe it's a good thing she did. There's no way Chloe feels the same for her right? If Chloe does feel the same why didn't she just say something beforehand? If she doesn't why would she do something like that? For some reason Beca feels that she has been led on.

"What was that?" Beca questioned.

"It was a kiss," Chloe says stating the obvious.

"I know. But do you feel the same or was it just a shitty way of trying to supposedly make me feel better?"

Chloe stares at her for a moment. She has no idea how to answer that. She knows what answer she wants to say, but she can't put it into words.

Beca feels a sudden rush of anger. She thinks that Chloe's answer is the second option she gave.

Chloe takes Beca's left hand into her right one. She slowly rubs the pad of her thumb against the pale skin of Beca's hand.

Now Beca is just even more confused.

"Which is it?" Beca questions.

"God I have no idea how to word it or say it or whatever."

Beca stares at her. She desperately wants and needs to hear her response.

"I want you too," Chloe finally says.