You hear Beca moving around and cursing under her breath, but you don't bother opening your eyes. You know she's not much of a morning person and making small talk is already hard when she's in a good mood. You doubt you'd make it out alive if you forced her into a conversation with you before eight am.
You follow her movements around the room, judging from where her feet hit the floor. You think she's tiptoeing and you try not to make that about yourself, but Beca's usually not light on her feet or careful to show her presence. She's loud and doesn't care much about who she wakes or startles in the process. You hide your face behind your hands, not trustworthy of your mouth to keep a straight face at this discovery and what your mind decides to make of it. You like the idea of Beca being quiet to let you sleep, but you doubt it's anything but an idea.
The door closes softly and you're relieved you don't have to hide your smile anymore. You skip out of bed and see the clothes you wore yesterday scattered around the floor. Your grin only grows from the sight of it. If you close your eyes, you can almost feel the path Beca's mouth followed on your body last night. However, if you open them, you can probably see the marks she left.
You head to the shower and meet Aubrey outside afterwards. You're walking more than running, talking to your best friend about her new relationship and a little about Beca, too. Aubrey is still very skeptical about her motives, but you know Beca doesn't mean any harm and you think if you talk about her a little more, Aubrey will eventually see she's not some villain. That she's not here to ruin The Bellas or your friendship, or whatever evil plans your best friend's made up in her head.
You don't have any classes today, so Aubrey calls Stacie to come over to your dorm. Ever since freshman year, you've had your room as a hangout spot. Aubrey says your dorm is the biggest, but you know they're all the same. Your best friend just has more stuff, taking up more space.
"Tea?" You ask Aubrey, already heating up some water before she can answer.
"It's quite the mess in here, Chlo." Aubrey speaks as she makes her way towards your bed. You choose to ignore the judgment in her voice and snicker as you hand her a cup and sit down next to her, knees pressed to your chest. "Is it safe to assume from this that you two are still.." She ends the sentence by raising her eyebrows in a hinting way.
"Going at it like rabbits? Totes." The wink escapes you naturally and Aubrey rolls her eyes at you like Beca always does, but also unlike Beca in every way.
"Chloe, I don't think this is something to joke about."
You push your shoulder against hers softly. "Come on, Bree. I thought you started to like Beca."
"Like?!" She spits out with indication you've insulted her in the worst imaginable way. "I will never like that alt-girl, Chlo. I let her stay, because you've got the hots for her right now. You'll get tired of it soon enough and then it's just us again, leading The Bellas like we used to. No rebels with weird mix ideas."
You don't know why you feel something hot boiling in your stomach or why your jaw clenches at your best friend's words. "I don't 'have the hots' for anyone, Bree. It's just fun and convenient. And, even if I did, why would I get tired of it?"
"Because you always do, Chlo. It's not a bad thing, you just lose interest quickly. With everything." Aubrey chuckles as she goes to get another cup of tea. "So about the riff-off tonight-"
"I dated Tom, didn't I?"
Aubrey sighs and keeps her silence. There's not much that can shut the girl up, but the topic of your previous boyfriend always does the trick. You don't push it, although you have Beca's words echoing in your head, the feeling of letting it out of your system quite satisfying and presumably what you'd want to do right now. "So what, you want to date Beca?"
"What? Don't be stupid." You brush off, cleaning up some clothes on the floor while Aubrey makes sandwiches.
"Oh my God!" Aubrey yelps and it startles you. When your eyes meet hers, they're big and dark like you just told her a scandal. "You totally do. You have a crush on the alt-girl."
"Having a crush on someone and wanting to date them are two separate things." You state nonchalant with slightly flustered cheeks, going back to cleaning the room or at least making an attempt to.
"Chloe Beale!" Aubrey speaks suddenly next to your ear before spinning you around, her face close to yours and her eyes scanning what's in front of it. She stares at you like that for what feels like minutes, until she finally blinks and moves away from you. "You cannot be serious. You have a crush on Beca Mitchell. Why, Chlo? Out of all the people.."
The words come fast and hit you hard, in the face, in your stomach. You feel heavy and hot. Not just hot, but burning hot. "What, no, I mean, I don't! But, what do you mean, out of all the people?"
"Out of all the people, Chlo!"
"So what if I did!"
Aubrey flops down on your bed, her head in her hands as if you've just disappointed her. Maybe you have. You take a deep breath before sitting down next to her, because you've noticed the shift in air. Things are going to be serious right now, and you're not sure you're ready. You haven't even thought things through yourself, now you have to talk to your best friend about it. Perhaps that's the only way you will think about this topic. You certainly haven't allowed yourself in this last couple of weeks.
You rest your head on your best friend's shoulder and she asks you if you actually like her. "What's not to like?" You reply, regretting it immediately, because Aubrey lists about six things before you can stop her. She sighs and says Beca's not good enough for you. You don't waste your breath on explaining how you're not good enough for her, instead you let the silence speak for you.
It's quiet for a few minutes, your mind included. You had figured this revelation would've taken over your every thought, but instead it's calm in your head. Like every dark cloud has evaporated and you can see the sky again. It's a shade of blue you'd forgotten even existed, so clear it wipes away every doubt you had. Like everything makes sense again.
"I like her." You whisper to yourself, coming to terms with these words and what they mean.
"Then let's go get her." Aubrey states, rising to her feet and expecting you to do the same.
You don't. "Aubs." You wait for your best friend to turn around before you finish your sentence. "She doesn't like me."
Aubrey stares at you and you stare right back, watching the disbelief fall slowly from her face until all that's left is just a sad smile. Just when she opens her mouth to say something, Stacie busts through the door. You're quite grateful for it, since you doubt your best friend had anything to say you wanted to hear.
"What's up, my lady-lovers, I brought the rest of the gang!"
Within seconds, your room is filled with Bellas and you instantly feel happiness take over again. How can you be sad when you have the most amazing girls in your presence? It's not long until they start to question where Beca is and you explain she had a retake today. Stacie winks at you and you blush a little, wondering how much the girl knows. You don't think Aubrey told her anything, Stacie is kind of a natural in detecting these sort of things, you guess.
Even though Aubrey didn't mean for this to be a team meeting or whatsoever, she says a few words about the riff-off tonight and then heads into the small kitchen to make everyone tea and share some biscuits.
"No gracias, sir. No British food for this Aussie." Fat Amy says as she grabs a bag of nachos from the cabinets.
"I don't think nachos are very Australian, Amy." Cynthia-Rose says, leaving Jessica and Ashley with the giggles. Fat Amy just slaps her stomach and opens her stuffed mouth, in disgust to everyone. She gets hit in the face with a pillow by at least three different people.
Everyone messes around like that for a while until it's after one and half of the freshman Bellas have classes. Beca comes into the room just when everyone's starting to leave. "Having a meeting without me, Coach? Or just a vote to kick me out?" Beca speaks with joy in her voice and when she winks at you, your entire body breaks out in sweat and you really hope your face isn't as red as it feels like.
"Don't give me any ideas, Beca." Aubrey replies and Beca nods with a tight-lipped smile, bringing her index and middle finger to her head to salute Aubrey as she leaves.
"Isn't she a sunshine.." Beca mumbles as she grabs an energy drink and drops down on her bed.
"I'm guessing from the unusual sight of you smiling, you've passed your test?"
Beca smiles big and bright at you and in that second, every organ in your torso gets lifted and lays heavy at the bottom of your throat. It feels like you might suffocate, but you don't care. As long as she keeps smiling. "Jup." She replies, popping the p in exaggeration. "No more history, no more retakes, no more Dean of Students up my ass."
You chuckle at your friend's words. "You know you still have to go to classes and there's more tests coming up in like-"
"Beale, Beale, wow. Let me enjoy my freedom for a few hours, would you?" Beca's eyes are glistering, pupils dilated and there's not a hint of sarcasm or anger to find in her face. She's a different kind of pretty, but still pretty like she always is.
Normally you would have made a move right about now. Leaning into her personal space and explaining how you could help her enjoy her freedom a little more, but your recent discovery, the fact that you like her now, is the reason you don't.
This thing you have with Beca, this deal, was never supposed to develop into something more, but here you are. And it makes things feel wrong to you. This wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. Now it's like a disgusting threesome; you, Beca and the feelings you have for her.
You head to the desk and open the laptop, if only to have Beca out of your sight. You try to focus on the essay you have yet to start, but of course you can't. All you can think is if it's best to end things now, while you can still get out with only your clothes ripped, but no visible scars on your skin.
You're busy thinking of the right words to give Beca as to why you can't have sex with her anymore when you notice her bed shift and hear her feet approaching. You close your eyes and try to ignore the way your stomach is turning.
"What are you doing?" She whispers in your ear, low and smug. You know exactly what that voice means.
"Just, uhm, my essay." You curse yourself for your inability to form normal sentences whenever she's so close.
"That's too bad." Beca says, taking your earlobe in between her teeth before sucking on it roughly. "Because I need you."
The sigh that leaves your mouth is way too sexual for someone who's only being touched at her ear, but you can't help it. You're weak for this girl and your body doesn't mind showing it.
"Well, I don't really need you." She explains herself against your skin as she moves her lips over your neck. "I want you."
If you weren't weak before, you definitely are right now. You turn around in your chair, meeting Beca's lips desperate and hungry. You wrap your legs around her to keep her close and pull her towards you by the shirt. She nearly trips over, but your hands are firm and strong enough to keep her up. You can tell she's surprised, but she's allowing it all to happen with a smug smile, as if she's getting exactly what she wanted.
You guess she's right there.
You spend a long time kissing and sucking on her lips that by the time you realize she's got skin underneath her clothes that need attention, too, her set of lips are swollen and bruised. It's really a magnificent view; Beca without a shirt on, trapped between your legs, her eyes full of lust, her lips swollen due to you. You can't help but grin at the girl.
"What are you smiling about, Beale?" She asks you, unwrapping herself from your legs and spreading them, so she can place herself on you with one of her thighs between your legs.
"I'm not smiling at all." You lie obviously, forcing the corners of your lips down by sucking your lips between your teeth, your eyebrows raised as if that makes anything more believable.
"You're not smiling?" She asks with a small smile present on her face, evilness hiding in her shining eyes. "What's this then?" Beca starts poking your cheeks and the laughter escapes you instantly. You hit at her hands, but she just moves them to your stomach, tickling you until air can't find its way into your lungs anymore. You raise your hands in defeat, leaning your head against the girl's collarbone until you've regained yourself.
"I surrender." You breathe out heavy as you fold your arms around the smaller girl's neck, content with losing this battle.
Beca closes the gap between the two of you with her lips biting at yours. You quickly wonder how you could have ever thought about ending this. With her lips against yours, you decide you never want this to end.
However a knock on the door already does. You both look at each other with questioning faces, silently asking if the other person is expecting anyone. You can tell you both don't. Beca shrugs, "Just ignore them", and she moves back in. You can't help but kiss her back, but there's more knocking and you push Beca back a little, not enough that she moves off of you, but enough that she stops kissing you.
"Uh, who is it?!" You yell, more annoyance in your voice than you usually have. Beca sighs that you let someone interrupt you, so you kiss her again quickly to let her know you're not planning to let them in at all.
"Oh, it's me. I mean-, it's Hannah!"
Beca pulls away at that, grinning confidently with an eyebrow raised, probably asking to explain the confusion on your face. You shake your head as an answer, because you have no idea what she's doing here.
"If this is- I can come back later?" The girl behind the closed door asks.
"No, just give me a sec!" You tell her with Beca still on top of you, confusion in her eyes as she's wondering what your plan is. "Becs?" You don't feel like she needs any more words, and she doesn't, because she moves off of you right away.
You make quick work of your hair and when you're convinced you look somewhat decent, you find that Beca hasn't even put on a shirt. "I know I said I'd never want you to put on a shirt, but.."
"Right, your girlfriend is visiting and I must look respectable. Got it." She winks with the same proud grin she's been wearing since that first knock came.
"She's not my girlfriend." You say as you head to the door, getting ready to open it.
"Let's see what she has to say and decide after that." Beca chuckles.
You wonder what Beca means, but you've already started to open the door and there's no way back now. "Hannah, hi, come on in, I'm sorry about that, I was just getting dressed." You lie harmlessly.
Hannah steps inside and immediately starts to chat. "I didn't mean to interrupt, it's just that I was in the neighborhood and I figured I could stop by and-"
The hand you've laid on her shoulder had gone unnoticed by you, but not by her, because she pauses instantly. "Relax, Hannah." You laugh. You don't think you've ever seen the girl like this. It's like she's a completely different person from the one you know in that art room. She's so cool and chill there. Now she seems nervous. What's causing it, you don't know.
"Right." She smiles awkwardly. "I was just thinking maybe we could decide on when to do that dinner."
You have to do a run through your memory, but it comes back to you then. "Yes, dinner!" You say as convincing as you can. "Whenever suits you."
"Tonight?" The girl asks before you've even finished your sentence.
"Oh, tonight I can't. The Bellas are performing." You state with a big smile, proud of your group of girls and the things you get to do with them.
"Of course. So like, next week, maybe? Hannah speaks while fidgeting with her own fingers, probably noticing how nervous she comes across as she heads towards the door again.
"Yeah, but I'll definitely see you before that at Paul's right?" You ask, unsure of why she came here when she could've just asked you when you were around the art section. You have dinner together all the time, and it's never planned.
"Yeah, you're right, I was just in the neighborhood, so." Hannah speaks fast. "I'll see you around then!" She's gone before you can even blink, her words echoing through the hallways of the dorm the only proof she was ever even there.
"That was weird." You laugh at Beca, who's lying on her bed with her headphones on, but from the smile tucking at her lips, you know the music must've been at a level to which she could still hear the conversation that was going on in the room.
"Looks like you got yourself a date, Beale." Beca teases. You'd figured she would be jealous and cute like she was last time when she saw you and Hannah, but she's all smiles and jokes. You can't decide which version you like best.
"We're just friends, Becs. No need for you to be jealous." You say mocking , taking a seat on the girl's bed.
"Don't flatter yourself." Beca scoffs. "But since you and your girlfriend ruined the mood, you want to hear my new track?"
You spend the rest of the afternoon listening to Beca's music on her laptop. First some of her new mixes and then just whatever she has on her playlist. You fall asleep with your head on Beca's shoulder at some point. When you wake up, she's still there.
Your father being a pain in the ass has caused you to be late to your next class. Again. Thankfully it's science and even if you had been on time, you still wouldn't have understood a thing. Instead of paying attention to the professor, you spend your time going over history again. You're pretty confident you've got this memorized, but you don't have anything better to do anyway.
The class goes by slow, but eventually you're dismissed and you're off to your retake. When you get to the designated room, not only is your history teacher there, but the Dean of Students, who's name you can't remember for the love of God, has for some reason showed up to your test.
"Beca Mitchell." The woman states, as if you don't know your own name.
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and instead go over to shake the woman's hand. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" You say with a faked smile which the woman won't see through.
The Dean explains how important this test is and some other stuff that you pretend to hear, nodding your head whenever she pauses. She tells you that she's here to help you when you help her. For whatever reason, she's bribing you. You're curious to know what she has on her sleeve.
"You're saying if I do my best, go to classes, make my tests,-"
"Get good grades on those tests." The woman finishes for you with a firm voice.
"-You can help me?"
"Indeed. Now a little birdy told me you're into music and mixing tracks." The words sound wrong in the old woman's mouth. "I could probably arrange for you to start following music classes more into that field, if you'd like."
"If I get good grades." You correct smug, not dumb enough to fall for the woman's techniques.
"Think about it, Beca. This school is here to help you."
The woman leaves after that and you shake her words off of you, take the papers from your history teacher and sit down at your usual spot in the back, regardless of all the empty tables in the room.
The test is easy as you had expected, due to the fact you studied for it all week. You hand the documents in twenty-two minutes after you had taken a seat and the professor tells you to sit back down while he checks the answers. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you take out your phone and check your unread messages. A lot are from your dad that you don't even bother reading, a few group chats that you have yet to get out of and some people from your old school. You really don't bother checking any of them.
You're killing time by going from app to app on your phone, until you get to the pictures. It seems Chloe's taken it upon herself to spam your phone with 'selfies' of her and pictures of you together. How she managed to take them is a mystery to you, because you've never noticed anything. You swipe through them until you get to one in particular. It's one of Chloe that she took herself. She's pulling a funny face, her cheeks puffed with air and her hair all wild, but honestly, you don't think you've ever seen her so beautiful. You've known from the first time you laid eyes on her that the girl is pretty. Now is the first time you realize just how pretty.
Pretty enough for you to get lost in a picture of her stupid face, apparently.
"Miss Mitchell!" The man calls out as if he's been yelling your name for the past five minutes.
"Oh, sorry." You apologize, rushing to your feet to get to the front of the class.
The man sighs in exhaustion, the circles under his eyes darker than his brown pupils. He hands you the papers again. "Congratulations." He says without any emotion to it. Your eyes find the A minus written at the top of it and you skip through the pages to find a red mark or anything that would indicate what you'd gotten wrong. When you find none, you ask the man about it. "You didn't write down your name." He says annoyed, already going through new sets of papers.
"Are you serious, man? I'm literally the only one here."
The man ignores you and you shrug it off. An A minus is better than good, so you won't give the history professor the satisfaction of kicking you out the building. Besides, you don't even have your usual amount of anger inside of you. Not when stupid Beale is on your mind. Damn it, she's taking away your favorite part of yourself; the asshole part.
You push your history test in your bag and head home, not caring about the rest of the classes you have today. You've finished your semester with A's and B's, which isn't strange for the daughter of a teacher, but you're still a little proud of yourself. High school was pretty easy for you, because you have quite a good memory and you can remember everything you read. But it's been a while since you actually tried, so it's good to know you can still do it, if you want to.
You make it outside feeling rather good about yourself. It's a cold day, but at least it's dry, so you like it. The sky is covered in clouds and it's still relatively dark for the beginning of an afternoon. You cross campus and stop at the grocery store to get a sandwich and an energy drink to down it with.
You're just thinking about stopping by the record store when you bump into a girl that's standing like a zombie on the street. You curse under your breath as you walk around her this time, but when you don't hear an apology or any indication of life, really, you turn to give the girl a look. She looks slightly familiar, but you can't place her. She's just standing there, intoxicated by whatever holds her gaze. You plan to turn around, convinced she's a nutcase, when it hits you. The girl in the art room with Chloe. Emma? Hannah.
You're even more intrigued right now, so you look at what holds her eye. She's standing in front of the little florist on campus, watching the different kind of flowers that are placed outside. You lean against the brick wall and open your energy drink with a huge grin on your face. You don't know what's going on, but you know it'll be worth watching.
Minutes go by and the girl doesn't move from her spot on the street. A young man that works in the store comes out and asks if he can help her. He only seems slightly afraid of the girl, which makes you snort a little.
"No I don't know what kind of flowers she likes!" The girl, Hannah, yells. The boy holds his hands out and tries to calm the girl down. You think he's asking her what the occasion is and the girl stutters through a couple of words, making it obvious that the occasion is not clear yet.
You leave then, no more interest in the scene or the girl in general. You take the last couple of streets to your dorm with a slight grin on your face.
Not even a room full of Bellas can take that grin off, not even when that room is your room. Pushing Coach' buttons is equally fun as flirting with Chloe, who is clearly liking it, but she's quick to hide her blushing cheeks. You're not sure why she's not flirting back, but you will be damned if you let this opportunity fade. You don't get a lot of chances where you can be the flirty one and Chloe is the one who's thunderstruck, for a short moment of course, because she's quick to catch up by the time you're whispering in her ear.
You get interrupted by a girl who's voice you can't really place, until she's spilling her name from behind the closed door of you and Chloe's room. You're very much aware of the smirk that creates itself on your face, and you don't bother hiding it. You're not going to tell Chloe you saw this idiot of a girl standing in front of a flower shop for half an hour, trying to choose what flowers your stupid ginger roommate would like, but you sure as hell let Chloe see in your eyes that you know something.
You put on a shirt at your roommate's friendly request and lay down on your bed with headphones on that aren't connected to anything. You almost break your cool when you hear what a nervous mess this Hannah girl is, but what's even funnier is how oblivious Chloe is. The girl could have chocolate and balloons and a big sign that say "Go to Prom with me?" in her hands, and Chloe Beale would probably say something like, "totes, I love it when friends ask each other to Prom!" You can practically hear her say those words. Damn, she's getting inside your head.
Before you know it, the girl's gone and Chloe's in your bed, listening to some new tracks you made. She's always humming along to the tune and it's adorable, but also stupid. She messes up like, at least two times a song. She can never tell when the new beat comes in or when you crash it. What a loser, anyone can hear that, right?
You click on your playlist when there's no more new mixes to play and your hand falls between your thigh and Chloe's resting arm. You get weird right away, because you hadn't realized she was this close, but you also don't really mind. To be frank, you actually kind of like feeling the little hairs on her arm brush against yours.
You try to focus on the music and forget about your roommate, your friend, being so close, but of course that doesn't help when she decides to touch you. Now, she's held your hand plenty of times and she's also touched more skin than any other person that's still in your live. But when you feel the back of her hand touching your knuckles, you could swear it's the exact same feeling as when that kid in high school sucker punched you. The air leaves your body and you freeze, for just a second. You feel pretty stupid for having this reaction to a simple brush of the hands, but you'll beat yourself up for that later. Right now, you just want to feel more.
You push your hand back against hers a little and she lets you twist your wrist so that your knuckles are resting on the bed and she has better access to hold it. Yet, she doesn't. Instead, she goes over each and every finger with hers. Her skin is soft and gentle against yours, swaying over the length of your finger to the tops and back.
By the time she puts just a little strength behind her movements, pushing her index finger a little harder onto your middle one, your eyes roll back into your head and you curse yourself for being so weak to this girl's touch.
You push back against her touch and you play with each other's finger like that for a while, until her fingers roam from yours to your palm and wrist. She stops there and by the way she's breathing, you think she's fallen asleep.
You feel stupid. This girl is falling asleep while your body's on fire and you're more awake than ever. You wonder if she even noticed what she was doing. You know that she has no problem with touching, that it probably does go unnoticed by her, but it's not so natural to you and you have no idea if what you're feeling is normal to you. Chloe's touched you in many ways before, friendly and sexual ways, but you're not sure where to place this one.
You tell yourself to calm down, because you're being an idiot. Your eye falls on your friend's hand that's resting on your wrist. Your focus stays there as the minutes go by, until the girl next to you is moving and her head lands on your shoulder. The smell of her hits you hard enough, you have no choice but to close your eyes.
(You tell yourself that as long as you don't fall asleep, this doesn't count as napping together.)
Half an hour later, you feel movement again and your eyes snap open to watch Chloe waking up beside you. Her eyes open slowly, finding your arm underneath her hand first and then she blinks and the big, blue viewers are on you. You gulp before you're able to smile at her.
"Hey." She says, her voice thick on sleep. "Sorry I fell asleep."
"Say that to my shirt." You chuckle when you see the stain she's left there.
Before you're able to move your eyes back at the girl, her lips are on yours and you get that same stupid feeling again. She really needs to stop doing that, you think to yourself while kissing her back fiercely.
She smiles against your lips and you have to pull back before doing the same. You eye her for a few seconds while she does the same. "I accept your apology." You say when you've found your voice again.
Chloe gets up from the bed and goes through the cabinet. "I swear, you're such a nerd. Crap, I think the girls ate everything we had."
"But when you say 'everything',-" You skip out of bed and into the kitchen. "-you mean everything besides my,-" Your eyes go through all of the cabinets until you're certain it's gone. "My chocolate chip cookies, of course." You sigh defeated and Chloe places a kiss at the back of your neck before rushing into the closet.
"I will get you more, I promise." She yells.
"You better." You mumble back as you grab an apple and a Red Bull from the fridge. At least those idiots didn't touch those.
"Hey Beca, can I ask you a question?" Chloe speaks from the closet.
"If I say no, would it stop you?" You say with your usual spite as you take a bite from your apple and lay down on the floor, just because you can.
"Not really." Chloe simply states as she bounces out of the closet and into the room. She doesn't even look up when she finds you laying on the floor, she just sits down on your stomach and laughs when you breathe out heavy and in pain.
"Do you have to fucking sit on my stomach?! Jesus, you're heavier than you look, Beale."
"Don't be mean, Becs!" She says as she shifts back and sits down on your thighs, her hands poking into your abdomen. "So I was thinking, we should do something together sometimes."
Her fingers pushing into your stomach are slightly distracting. "Like what? We already do a lot together." You say with a wink, smirking at the girl above you.
Chloe hovers over you and you prepare yourself to be kissed, but instead her lips move to your right ear. "Not that, silly." She giggles like a kid. "I mean like a movie or something."
"I hate movies." You manage to say before the girl's lips crash into yours softly.
"Dinner? You like food." She says seductive as her mouth moves over your chest.
"I thought you already made a dinner date with someone today." You remember.
"That wasn't a date." She says as her teeth bite into your neck. "This isn't a date." She says as if she's only just realized that now. "Oh!" Her head snaps back up faster than you can process. "There's this small band playing in town Sunday night. We can go to that, Becs!"
You do like small bands and small settings, but something makes you wonder why Chloe's coming up with all of this now. You shake it off, because you don't really care and last time you went out, it was kind of fun. That's what friends do, right? They go to clubs and go see bands together. So you agree and make out with the girl for a few minutes longer before she tells you she's meeting Aubrey somewhere to do something; you're not really interested. She tells you the riff-off is at ten o'clock, which seems like a strangely late time for a performance gig, but whatever. You have to meet the girls at nine thirty, Chloe reminds you.
She leaves soon after and you order Mexican food, because you're too lazy to go out and get groceries. You spend your evening with punk rock music blasting through your room and you're feeling quite good by the time you're heading to meet the Bellas. They're all outside the Science building, chatting and laughing, it kind of warms your cold heart to see those losers you've gotten to know.
Aubrey explains the rules once again, but you're basically undressing Chloe with your eyes, so you hear next to nothing that comes out of Coach' mouth. Your roommate seems to enjoy it, though, winking at you and running her hands over her own body as much as she can get away with without anyone but you noticing.
You end up at some sketchy part of campus, what looks like an old building and an empty swimming pool in one. It's really strange and you can't make out what this place is. You're gathered with your group on one side in a tiny circle, where nerves are easier to jump onto one another. You can tell, because at least half of the girls are getting nervous from Aubrey's nervousness. Chloe seems fine, however. Chill and relaxed like she usually is.
Jesse and his boys are there, too. As well as the other two a cappella groups on campus. After about ten minutes, a man walks in and asks if you're ready. Everyone starts to scream, but you just take it in. Watching the people that are up high and seem to have come for the show. There's more of them than during your first performance.
The man's spinning some sort of wheel and you find Jesse in the crowd. He's telling you you're going down and you mouth back that you don't care. He's such a loser.
The wheel lands on Ladies of the 80's and before you know it, Aubrey's running towards God knows what, but she's too late. Jesse and three other guys are singing "Micky". They're quite good and it's actually pretty fun to watch. The Harmonics interrupt with "Like A Virgin" and then Aubrey's finally fighting back with "Hit Me With Your Best Shot". Or maybe anyone can cut in, you don't know. You should've listened to the instructions better.
The girls are all dancing and throwing fake punches, Fat Amy's even giving some people the finger. You might like this girl best, you decide. But then this stoner comes in and gets her team dismissed and the round is over, but you'll admit it was pretty funny.
The teams all head back to their original spot and you take your chance to talk to Chloe. "So we can just pick any song that works?"
"Yeah, any song." She nods.
"And you just go with it? Nice." You state, thinking maybe if the opportunity rises, you'll join in.
"And the next category is.. Songs about sex!" The man yells.
Chloe winks at you and your insides start to turn because of it, but you manage to keep a straight face and just squeeze her butt in return. Cynthia-Rose is quick to the center of the stage with Rihanna's "S&M", grinding into Stacie who's joined her there, and you can't say you're surprised. You join your team this time, even if it's just backing vocals, feeling a little more sure of how this game works. Chloe's right next to you, maybe that's a confident boost, too.
Some guy from Jesse's team cuts Stacie off with "Let's Talk About Sex" and Aubrey has to drag her away from the spot, because the tall girl refuses to back up in defeat. You never knew that Coach could be jealous of something that innocent, but it's clear on her face she doesn't want that guy near Stacie and talking about sex at the same time.
Stacie follows Aubrey, but they're discussing something and soon the girl's back in the guy's face, singing "I'll make love to you", with Fat Amy backing her up. Your eye instantly moves to find Chloe, the girl who's always dancing and this being a rather sexy song, you just have to see her moves.
She's close, but not within reach, rolling her hips as she's singing along. You seriously want to murder Jesse for cutting in and making Chloe's movements stop. You could watch her dance like that all day.
Now Jesse's all proud and smug singing "Feels Like The First Time", pointing at you and his eyes hinting at Chloe. If you weren't in such a good mood, you'd give him a better roll of the eyes and a deadly glance, but instead you come up with a better idea.
A song.
You wait for someone else to cut in however, but no one does. Your team seems lost. And Jesse seems too fucking smug, you decide you're not going to let him win.
You rush to make it to the center before he's finished his sentence and you cut him off. "It's going down, fade to Blackstreet. The homies got RB, collab' creation." You rap Dr. Dre's part, but the silence behind you and actually everywhere around you is concerning. You look back to see Amy trying to come up with what part you're at, while most of the other girls are just shaking their heads. Chloe, however, is looking at you with her big, bright eyes, her mouth open and unashamed to leave her jaw hanging.
Her face is the only reason you continue rapping.
Fat Amy finally joins you and Chloe follows after her. Your girls one by one start to sing along to the chorus. You let them take the front and you move back until you bump into Chloe.
"I had no idea you could rap!" She yells close to your ear while dancing along to the music.
You move your head to the side of hers to reply. "I have my secrets." You breathe closer to her ear than necessary. Chloe grabs you by your jacket then and kisses you hard, her tongue's almost immediately roaming you mouth. She doesn't allow you to even respond properly, because she's gone as fast as she came, dancing next to Jessica and Ashley. You cover your mouth with your hand as if that would take away the evidence, which is when you find Stacie in the crowd. She's obviously been waiting for that, waiting until you'd see her. She's grinning and you can't hide the blush on your cheeks. She winks and turns back to the group as if she didn't just watch the co-captain and the rebel of the group make out.
You're only now realizing that not only your group is singing, but the people who came to watch and even the BU Harmonics have joined in. It's stupid how happy that makes you. You bring the girls together to end the song with a badass "we out!".
Jesse's clapping for you, looking sincere. You think maybe he'd make a good friend after all. Your team is already celebrating when the host comes up and tells you you're out, because of some weird grammar thing.
"The Trebles win!"
The guys are cheering and the girls are screaming. Even Aubrey is yelling at the man, saying she's never heard of that rule, before she's pulling you all back and away from the crowd.
"Before everybody goes to bed tonight, I need you to make a list of all the things you did wrong." Aubrey says serious. Fat Amy's mumbling about killing Bumper and you can't help but agree and laugh.
"Hey guys, what we just did was great, right?" You try to cheer up the group from losing.
"Calm your tits Beca, we still lost." Coach says, which you could have expected.
"Yeah, but it was spontaneous. It was awesome!"
Coach cuts you off with her dumb "Ahh on three" thing that no one seems to be able to get right. You can't believe she's ruining this thing for the group. What you did was amazing and one of the coolest things you've ever done. Even if you lost. But you could've known winning means everything to this girl.
The group splits up soon after, everyone either heading home or to a party. You see that Chloe's still talking to her best friend, so you wait for her at the top of the empty pool with some of the High Notes smoking pot around you. You like the smell of it, but it's been a while since you've smoked it yourself, so it hits you quite hard. It also doesn't help that the smoke gets blown right into your face by this girl next to you.
Chloe arrives after a few minutes and apologizes for the way Aubrey reacted after the riff-off. "I think I got her convinced that everything is good and we all had fun. And! She took back her claim of the list, so you don't have to make that." Chloe explains.
"Wasn't planning on it, anyway." You say bold as you take her hands to pull you to your feet. "Ready to go?" You ask when you release your hands from hers awkwardly.
Chloe just smiles at you, so you turn around to leave when the High Notes' girl that was sitting next to you a minute ago crashes into you, all drifting and smiles. You would be mad at her, had she not been high as fuck. The girl apologizes and hands you an untouched and unlit smoke from her stash.
You don't have time to give it back, because the girl's moved on. You turn to your friend behind you and you raise your eyebrow at her. The shock and laughter soon makes place for a devilish grin on her face and you can't wait for the rest of the night.
A/N: I can't believe it took me more than 100k words for Chloe to fall for Beca, what kind of crap is this ;p But what a couple of losers, they're literally falling for each other on the same day, although Beca would never admit that ;)
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