A/N: Awesome feedback for that chapter! I realise I probably could have gone more in depth with the mini riff off, but I only realised that after I posted it and I really couldn't be bothered altering it. 44 reviews, 46 favourites, 142 follows and a whopping 21,000 views! Awesome! MOAR REVIEWS :3 teehee...I've been thinking about starting another story...gimme some ideas :D

I didn't even know what to write...so here...have this chapter of random shitty shitness...

Chapter 13

With only a few days left till graduation, it seemed as the Bella's had been spending more and more time with each other, even though it was only Aubrey and Chloe who would be graduating. So, that afternoon, the girls had decided that they would go to Aubrey and Chloe's place for last team drinks, and of course everyone agreed to that.

As the evening rolled around, the girls turned up at the apartment, hands full of black liquor shop bags. Fat Amy was the one to knock on the door, loudly of course and Aubrey rushed to the door before Fat Amy started howling in the hallway or something equally as noisy and embarrassing.

"Woo! How's it, Aubrey!?" Fat Amy screamed as Aubrey shook her head and let the girls into her home.

Aubrey had already prepared the apartment for visitors, hiding away the photos on the walls and the drinking glasses, the glasses she had replaced with red, plastic cups and a small bowl of chips. As the girls flooded the living area, opening their bags and pulling out their drinks they saw the ginger and the alternative girl wander out from a bedroom. Stacie saw this and wolf whistled at their friends, only the ginger blushing.

Beca ran up to Stacie, sending a soft punch into her shoulder and taking her drink from her hand, skulling it. Chloe shook her head as she stood beside her best friend, confused by Beca's quick change of attitude, because as far as she was aware, Beca didn't really like drinking. But if it meant she'd loosen up for a night, then she didn't mind.

"What's up with Beca?" Cynthia Rose asked Fat Amy as the larger woman took a handful of the chips that Aubrey had placed out, and by handful, everyone noticed it was practically the whole bowl full.

"I-mhh-ha-no-mmh-id-ehh," Fat Amy attempted to say with her mouth stuffed full of food. Cynthia Rose rolled her eyes at the woman, raising her eyebrows. "I said, I don't know." Fat Amy clarified when she swallowed.

"Well if you ask me," Cynthia Rose explained, her eyes on the small brunette as she danced around the room. "They had sex," This caused unnecessary howling from Fat Amy which got the rest of the room yelling in response.

"We're gonna play never have I ever," Stacie suddenly declared, winking at Aubrey from across the room. "All of us," she clarified before the tall blonde could protest.

The girls excitedly huddled around the coffee table in the lounge, Chloe sitting beside Beca, the younger woman draping her arm over Chloe possessively.

"I'll start!" announced Jessica, and the group nodded. Probably best she start, they all though, she seems the most innocent of us. "Never have I ever cheated on a test." Unsurprisingly, everyone drank, and so their game started.

Next to go was Cynthia Rose, "Never have I ever kissed a dude,"

The girls smirked as most of them drank, except for Beca, Aubrey and Jessica. Chloe looked at the brunette. "You've never kissed a boy?" she asked, unable to comprehend what was just implied.

Beca shook her head, "Unless my dad counts?"

The girls laughed as it was now Chloe's turn, "Never have I ever had sex," and of course Stacie drank to that, hell, the group made her drink extra for the girls that had never done the deed.

As the night progressed, everyone seemed to become more and more unaware of their surroundings, but very, very aware of how much they would make great comedians. Beca, Aubrey and Stacie were having a great time playing beer pong, whilst Chloe, Ashley and Fat Amy danced in the other corner. Cynthia Rose had seemingly disappeared with Denise and Jessica was sat on the floor, legs crossed, playing scrumpy hands by herself.

Yells erupted from the beer pong side of the room as Aubrey double bounced the ball into Stacies spirits cup.

"Fuck!" Aubrey yelled, even when drunk Aubrey never swore.

Stacie smirked at her from across the table. "Drink up, beautiful,"

Aubrey sent daggers to the tall brunette and picked up her cup, skulling back the clear liquid, letting it burn down the back of her throat. Gasping after finishing the drink, she watched as Stacie missed her target with the ping pong ball, and just as Aubrey prepared to throw the ball down, a knock sounded at the door.

Everyone looked up, not realising they were the ones who had to open the door. Beca stumbled through the room to the door, looking through the eye hole.

"It's Tom?" she asked questioningly, looking towards Chloe. This seemed to sober Chloe up pretty quickly as she shook her head and ran for her bedroom. "Do I open it?" Beca asked.

"I-I-I'll deal with hi-im," Aubrey managed to say, joining Beca beside the door, nodding to let the woman open it slightly.

"Tom," Aubrey greeted, attempting to act as sober as possible, while knowing she probably smelt terrible.

"Is Chloe in?" he asked. "You never text me to say if she was okay," he attempted to peer into the room, but Beca managed to shield his view.

"She's out," Aubrey told the man, her fist holding onto the door handle hard.

"Where can I find her?" he pushed, taking a step forward.

By this point, the Bella's in the room had realised what was happening and all moved to surround the front door. "You can't," Beca told him bluntly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I know she's here," he stated, his forearm now pushing against the door. "Why must you all lie?"

"C'mon, man, just leave," Ashley spoke up from behind Beca. "You're crashing our get together,"

"My apologies," he told the group. "Would you mind if I just waited here?"

"Yes, now get away from my front door before I call the cops," Aubrey said.

"Call the cops?" he laughed. "You've supplied alcohol to minors, you'd be done for too. Now, let me in,"

"Piss off, fuck head!" Beca yelled, punching him in his unguarded stomach.

He smirked, taking a step back. "You're the one she left me for," and with that he turned and left.

Aubrey closed and locked the door following the mans departure. The night was officially over. Chloe emerged from her room and helped Aubrey retrieve some of their spare blankets for their friends to use.

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As soon as the ladies and their alcohol filled systems laid down that night, they had immediately drifted to sleep for what felt like a few minutes before they woke and realised that they had actually slept the entire night. Aubrey had reluctantly had to sleep on the couch on the discovery of Denise and Cynthia Rose wrapped up in her sheets, and she had made a mental note to sanitise them before she used them again. Chloe and Beca had naturally fallen asleep tangled in each other and the rest of the girls, well they had just slept where they had fallen.

Beca's alarm had sounded out at seven in the morning, reminding her of her radio station shift that started at eight, so she quietly made her way out of Chloe's bed and through into the bathroom, showering quickly before ducking out of the apartment.

It didn't take Beca long to get down to the station, but she wanted to be there on time so she could get her play list sorted. Ever since the mistake she made last week, she was being extra careful about getting herself sorted. Maybe it was a learning curve, or perhaps this ginger was ruining her brain. She smiled to herself when the thought of Chloe coursed through her mind.

Entering the building and sitting in front of the set in the booth, she prepared herself. Surprisingly, she wasn't as hungover as she had thought. The Bella's had spent more time together now, drinking mainly, and so Beca's body seemed to get used to it.

"Good morning, Becy," came the familiar English accent, but this had Beca confused. Why was he here at this time of morning.
Beca looked up and out into the station, seeing Luke, topless and beads of sweat dripping down his face and dropping onto his chest. Beca followed these drops as they coursed down the valley of his abs and disappeared at his waistline.

Beca shook her head, there wasn't anything remotely attractive about this. "Early morning run?" she questioned, leaning out the booth door.

"Yep," he agreed, running his hand through his hair, he smiled. "See anything you like?"

Beca laughed, "You wish, dude," she told him, sitting back down at her seat in the small room.

He followed, racing across the room, "Seriously?" he asked her. "Usually girls jump right in at the opportunity, and you don't? What's your deal, Beccy?" Luke continued.

The small brunette looked up at her friend. "I'm one of the bros, not one of the hoes," came the nonchalant reply as she continued her job.

He smiled at Beca, punching her shoulder lightly, "Alright, well I'll see you around later, yeah?"

"Later, dude."

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When Chloe decided to get up, she was upset that Beca wasn't beside her, but when she checked her phone, she realised that Beca would be down at the station working, so Chloe decided that perhaps she would pop down and visit the girl. Following the routine of Beca, she showered and clambered over the Bella's bodies to leave her apartment, rushing down to ground floor and racing across campus to get to the station.

But whist crossing campus, Chloe was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Chloe!?" it yelled, she didn't stop, pretending like she didn't hear it. "For serious, Chloe, stop!"

Nope. The ginger kept her pace, telling herself that if the voice continued she would break out into a run, and as if on cue, that person yelled out.

"Chloe!" Chloe ran, but this person was faster, their footsteps pounding right behind the ginger. They grabbed out to Chloe's arm. "Stop,"

She yanked her arm away and looked at the person. "I have nothing to say to you, Tom, I owe you nothing," she told him angrily.

"You ditched me for that alt whore," he accused.

"I ditched you," she agreed. "But for me, not her,"

"Liar,"

A/N: I have no idea what I'm writing anymore. HALP PLS. Totally had an idea for a fic whilst writing this but it might betray the bechloe ship...*cough* mitchsen *cough* teehee. Anyway. Yea, pls halp.