I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow so I've been working hard to get this out to you guys before I become a big pile of uselessness. Luckily, I got it done! Chloe's POV this chap and also leaving off before the phone call Beca makes last chap.
*Also, summer is ending which means updating as much as I did is going to be almost impossible. College is going to kick my ass this year and I need to devote my full attention to my school work. Please respect that and know all stories will be eventually updated :)*
Thank you and enjoy!
(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT)
Chapter Fourteen: New Phone Calls
Monday October 10, 8:20 PM
When Chloe first mutually opted to handle a long distance relationship with Beca, she obviously took in the struggles and obstacles that would come their way. Inevitably, it was destined to be hard, that wasn't something new to Chloe. Hell, relationships in the same state, a ten mile radius are hard to maintain, let alone thousands of miles apart.
Dating a famous music producer though? Someone who is now verified on every social media platform on the Internet? That's when it gets a little tricky.
Almost too tricky.
Undoubtedly, Chloe is insanely proud of Beca and all her accomplishments so far she's impacted in the music industry because God knows the girl has so much talent in that tiny little body of her's it's practically surprising she wasn't discovered out of the womb. She couldn't think of anything better Beca could be doing besides creating amazing music that people go ecstatic for and if Beca's happy doing that, then Chloe's happy too.
The pluses of dating Beca, the music producer with already so much recognition, comes in handfuls. Other than being able to brag consistently and enjoy the look of pure jealousy wash over everyone's faces when they find out Beca is off the market, dating Beca is like dating a normal person. Nothing is different; Chloe doesn't have to change how she acts to try and fit into Beca's world. It's safe. Dating Beca has only been a dream come true when it came to finding the right person.
Minus all the attention, money, fans and celebrities though.
Dating Beca has even gotten to that point where now Chloe is starting to get looked at differently when she makes public appearances. Whether it's a weekend trip to the mall with Aubrey to buy some new clothes, or going out to eat in the city for lunch, she can feel the amount of stranger's eyes on her like several pokes to the face.
It took a while to feel….comfortable under all these stares she was under and actually the first couple times, she almost confronted a few people to ask them why they felt the need to watch her every move like a hawk, and most likely it would've been everything but the typical, bubbly, friendly tone Chloe is programmed with.
And that says a lot because Chloe is one, not a confrontational person, especially to a complete stranger where her main priority isn't a sweet greeting like normal but instead, borderline brawl. And two, feisty doesn't even come in a Chloe Beale's personality trait handbook and is a sight by itself if someone were to experience her wrath.
She can actually count on one hand the amount of times she has been seriously upset with someone-mostly all ending up in high school (best four years of her life? Um, no) but other than that, she is probably the happiest person on the planet.
And since on the topic of high school, that's also what she was voted under in the yearbook for senior personalities. Not that that's relevant….
Anyways, the looks became natural and even sometimes people, instead of stalking her as she ate uncomfortably, come up to her and asks verbal questions either about herself, or Beca, or their relationship together.
"Are you Chloe Beale?"
"Yes?"
"You're dating Beca Mitchell?"
"Yes."
"You guys are the cutest!"
"Thanks!"
"You two are literally….goals for relationships!"
"Oh, thank you! That's sweet!"
"How is Beca? I hear she is a real charmer."
"I better be the only person she is charming! But yes, yes she indeed is."
And it is nice to hear all these positive things come from random people, knowing it's Beca who is their role model for music and dating the mastermind behind all the treasures, Chloe can't help but think she snagged up a rare one.
But like all relationships, there are negatives and sadly for long distance relationships, they seem to outweigh the positives in this scenario.
"How do you guys survive with not seeing each other all the time? Plus with her workload. She must be extremely busy like...all the time."
This is the type of question that always slumps Chloe.
She respects Beca's work. Honest to God she does. But why did the record company feel the need to keep her cooped up in a recording studio until the poor girl forgets her own name? She understands the process in creating an album, the steps they have to take and how time consuming it really is.
But Chloe can't help the days spent alone, phone damn near glued to her hand as she waits for something-anything from Beca.
As far as the post failed Skype date, things have been going awesome for them. Beca talks to her every chance she gets when she is away from the studio. They have regular Skype dates again (this time neither of them forget,) and all around, they make a lot of time for each other.
Is it enough though? No. Of course not. Because there is that missing piece to the puzzle, one of the most important too, and that's the physical contact.
Call her selfish, or whatever the Hell you want but she misses her girlfriend. And the time difference as well as the distance apart isn't helping at all and she feels like it's getting harder and harder everyday not to think about it.
Chloe doesn't know for sure where all this came from, Beca and their relationship. One minute she is cooking dinner for Aubrey and then having a enjoyable conversation while they eat and then next, her brain is short circuiting with all these doubts as she scrapes the leftover pasta off her plate and into the sink so she can get a head start in washing them.
Surprisingly, these thoughts don't come often. Actually, Chloe can't even remember the last time she had an inner battle with herself during the almost three months of talking to Beca. She assumes tonight though is just one of those nights that just bites her on the ass and she realizes how much she truly misses her girlfriend.
Distance...you son of a bitch.
She hears her phone rattle over kitchen table's top and she walks over to retrieve it, soapy hands and all, and sees that it's a message from Beca. Instantly, her mood lightens and all her thoughts are thrown right out the window, forgetting every little negative thing regarding her relationship with Beca and she smiles like she usually does when she sees Beca's name fill her screen
Monday October 10, 8:34 PM
B: Hi! :-)
C: Excited much? ;)
Monday October 10, 9:03 PM
Chloe is drunk.
Not like the type of drunk you'd get after too many shots at the bar, room spinning and vision blurry. But the kind of drunk that fills her body with pure, vibrating happiness and all she can do is bounce on the heels of her feet with the largest splitting grin on her face that makes her cheeks burn until the feeling subsides.
It's never does though, because the very moment once Chloe calms down from her tiny shot of adrenaline, she remembers the exact reason why she was going insane in the first place and again, that joy spreads right across her body like wildfire, making her bounce uncontrollably like a child once again.
This continues for what feels like hours; Chloe squealing into her pillows, with the occasional pounce from her sheets to take a lap around her room, bouncing wall to wall. Tank looks at her like she has gone mad, unamused and in dire need for a nap. Maybe some treats, or food, but mostly just a snooze.
She tries to relax. Jesus, it's late, people-her neighbors for crying out loud are definitely trying to sleep. Which speaking of, she should be sleeping as well, knowing that she has class early tomorrow morning.
But it just sparks up inside her, every time she clicks her phone on and sees the picture of her and Beca kissing at the drive inn set for her screen saver, and she's right back to losing any sort of composure she is so desperately trying to grab a hold of.
The end of October can't come soon enough.
Monday October 10, 9:10 PM
C: Hi :)
Aubrey: Are you okay?
C: Yes, silly!
C: Actually, I'm perfect :D
C: Why wouldn't I be okay?!
A: You're texting me…
A: When we are literally right across the hall from each other...
C: I didn't know if you'd be asleep or not so I decided to be polite and just text you! Also, I'm going off of WAY too much energy right now and I know you'd probably want to strangle me…
A: And why are you the energizer bunny at this time of night?
C: :D
C: You have NO idea
C: Come here?
A: Why do I have to go to your room?
A: You're the one who wants to tell me something.
C: Because I'm cute.
C: And I think I'm hitting my crash and my bed is just SO comfy.
C: Please? :(
A: Ugh.
A: Fine.
A knock on her door jolts her up from her position where she lays stomach down on her bed, head resting on the meaty part of Tank's hind legs. Opening the door, Aubrey, dressed is her usual sleepwear, rolls her eyes immediately before even a proper "hello" and shoves pass Chloe to sit on her bed.
"So?" Aubrey falls, butt molding to Chloe's bedsheets and groans when Chloe flops herself aggressively right next to her.
She was starting to find her chill as she laid down. But now, she can feel the anticipation buzz through her, refilling her veins with that once expired eagerness.
Aubrey gestures for Chloe to say something. Literally anything to say in the English dictionary, other than receiving the manic smile and bulging eyes she is currently under. It's actually starting to scare her if she is being honest.
"We are going to California!" Chloe finally admits, bouncing on her mattress and moving Aubrey up and down with every movement. It's more of a scream than anything and she can tell it startles Aubrey at the max in volume.
"What? California?" Chloe nods her head erratically, almost positive she is about to tweak a muscle somewhere in her neck. "Wha….when?"
"At the end of this month! Beca has three day concert tickets for both of us, VIP by the way, and her boss is flying us out there!"
"Oh wow. That's...pretty awesome actually," Aubrey chuckles and Chloe knows her friend is trying insanely hard not to let her emotions show how truly excited she really is. Traveling has always been a soft spot inside a stickler like Aubrey.
"Stacie will be there too!" And she assumes Stacie is also a soft spot for Aubrey, especially since the mention of her name brings a slight blush to Aubrey's cheeks.
She would've teased Aubrey about it if other things weren't preoccupying her thoughts right now.
"We will be up in LA from the 29th to the 5th and we are staying at their apartment," Chloe decreases her level in volume, any louder her vocal cords might burst. She's already had surgery for nodes before. She doesn't need that to happen again.
"Wow," Aubrey breathes. "A whole week huh?" Chloe nods her head, biting her lip anxiously waiting for a verbal confirmation that Aubrey will want to go as well. With Chloe being hands in for the mini vacation (to see Beca,) it doesn't mean Aubrey shares the same excitement.
"Well….I guess it's a good thing I have that time off of school…" Aubrey stays casual; Chloe bites her lip harder, eyes pooling with joy. A little….more… "And that neither you nor I have been to Los Angeles."
"So you're in?!" Chloe's hands grip at Aubrey's shoulders, twisting the blonde's body so that they're facing each other.
Aubrey bounces her head back and forth a few times, head in deep ponder until her face cracks a smile and Chloe doesn't need any further confirmation than that to engulf Aubrey into a bone crushing hug, bringing the both of them smack hard into her mattress. Squeaking at the force behind the action, Aubrey laughs and pleas for Chloe to let her breathe.
The both of them talk about everything Beca mentioned to Chloe; they'd be leaving Georgia Saturday morning to be able to make the first night showing of the music festival and all the other important details for the trip. Once Aubrey leaves, telling Chloe she still needs to get some sleep for class tomorrow, Chloe sets an alarm to remind herself to call the school and schedule time off in advance.
The earlier the better.
About the time she gets settled for bed, her nerves starting to sizzle out as exhaustion takes over her body, she turns off the lights in her room and falls into her sheets. As she finishes putting her retainer in and swiping off her glasses, her phone goes off once her head connects with the pillow.
At first, Chloe tries to read anything on the screen but realizes she is still, blind as a bat. Reaching over to grab her glasses, she is able to see that it's not only Beca texting her but also, gifting her with a single picture message. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes just under her glasses to get a better look and when she does this, her heart nearly jumps straight from her chest.
It's Beca holding up the tiniest little fur ball to press against her cheek and has the biggest beaming grin on her face Chloe has ever witnessed.
Monday October 10, 10:20 PM
B: Hi Chloe! I can't wait to meet you! Mom has already told me sooooo much about you!
B: Weird. Cat just stole my phone…
B: But we are excited to see you :-)
And then again, Chloe is tingling off with excitement just waiting for the time to come.
Guess any form of sleep is out of the question.
Saturday October 15, 10:34 PM
"Nice shirt. Where did you get it?"
"This one nerd who was in a collegiate acappella group, singing covers of popular 80's songs."
"Hey! Us Bellas were the tits at Barden, thank you very much." Beca rolls her eyes; Chloe smiles though she is trying to be stern giving her defense. Beca might have just insulted her for singing acapella but God, is she adorable.
The shirt is one of her favorites, now especially with the way the dark, forest green brings out the paleness of Beca's skin and true chocolate color of her hair.
Beca raises her hands up to surrender, sporting that trademark smirk of her's. "What's on the agenda for tonight, Ms. Beale? I have a stomach full of Taco Bell so don't go forcing me to watch some nauseating, sappy, rom com because I'm not promising you I won't puke."
"You're so dramatic! I know deep down you love those movies. You're just one big cheese ball under all that plaid and heavy make up." Chloe winks and again, Beca rolls her eyes. "Lucky for you, tonight is not a chick flick type of night."
"Ohkay? Then what is it?" Chloe flashes a suspicious smile that she assumes Beca catches by the way her eyes stretch as wide as saucers. "Oh no." Beca blinks, her body stone cold. "Please tell me it's not what I think it is?"
"Oh but it is." For dramatic effect, Chloe lifts her laptop to face her screen and the opening credits of Halloween are playing on her TV. She hears a sharp gasp from Beca without even looking and emits an evil laugh when she turns the webcams back to her.
If there is anything out there that is possibly cuter than Beca Mitchell crumbling her badass image with the stricken look of straight terror washing over her face then let Chloe know.
Because honestly, she doesn't believe there is.
"I'm starting to think you want me dead or something." Beca looks at Chloe sideways.
"I don't want you dead! It's like….Halloween tradition to watch scary movies during the month of October!"
"But you aren't here to cuddle with me."
Chloe saves the "awe" that's on the tip of her tongue since she knows doing this will only be answered by an eye roll. It's not all the time but more so than ever, Beca is starting to admit to actually enjoy the cuddles given by herself and she isn't going to ruin her luck with Beca opening up and being honest just because she can't handle the cuteness of it all.
Plus, she got an adorable pout, which is a bonus all around.
"And YOU won't have someone to cuddle with if I die from a heart attack." Beca points forcefully at the screen, squinting her eyes but only earning a giggle from Chloe. Guess Drama Queen Beca decided to make a special appearance tonight.
"Oh you'll be fine you big baby, I promise," Chloe coaxes with a sweet smile. "Now cue it up and let's watch it!"
Sunday October 16, 9:12 PM
B: How's your songs coming along for the concert? :-)
C: Good! We just decided as a class on which songs to perform :)
C: Any guesses?
B: Oh like there are SO many Halloween songs out there ;-)
C: It's not just Halloween songs! Yeah there's a few but we do covers too ;)
B: Turning your group of students into an acapella group, Beale?
C: Yes! And I'll have you know that they love it! :P Also, we have instrumental music so not acapella ;)
B: Oh my mistake ;-)
C: Hush!
C: They even get to dress up, which they're most excited for! I can't wait to see all their little costumes :)
B: Seems like a lot of fun. I wish I could see it. :-)
B: And costumes? Does the teacher take part in this "dressing up?"
C: Maybe ;)
B: Sneak peek?
C: Um, no!
C: Not until I get a sneak peek of what your costume is ;)
B: I told you this already. Not dressing up :-P Haven't since I was little.
C: Oh come on, Becs! It's Halloween! We can do something together? Don't they dress up at this festival we are going to?! :(
B: Yes….but I hate finding costumes. Takes too much energy and time…
C: I can't believe my girlfriend is the laziest person on Earth!
C: Please? We can pick them out together and be super cute :) I love dressing up!
B: ... :-/
C: Please, baby? I'll be sure to make it worth your while ;)
B: Oh really? What are we talking here? Like a lot skin, or incredibly tight clothes?
C: How about both? Plus some major boob cleavage ;)
B: Deal.
B: You had me at boobs.
C: Lol, such a charmer and very easy to negotiate with ;)
B: Sorry. Your bangin' body is my kryptonite, and your boobs are enough to make me want to sell my soul to.
B: And since we are on the topic of your body, how was your workout?
C: Great! Had yoga again tonight which was relaxing :)
B: I think you're damn near out of your mind for putting your body through so much exercise, especially this late at night.
B: My hands are currently in a bag of Doritos…
C: But it's so good for you, babe! Makes your body all strong and healthy :) We should try it sometime!
B: Absolutely not.
B: You can convince otherwise though.
B: Send me a pic.
C: Demanding? ;)
C: Can I get a please?
B: Please? xo :-)
Receiving this message, Chloe stands from her bed and heads over to her full body length mirror. She isn't in the "best" shape as far as appearance, with no makeup on, her hair a mess, chest flushed and pieces of her bangs sticking to her damp forehead. The outfit she is wearing is super cute though-a pair of black Nike leggings and a cutoff, black shirt to show off a new fluorescent pink sports bra underneath. The tightness of the pants highlight her toned quads and the defined progress she has been making with her squats to her butt.
Lifting her shirt up, there is still a layer of sweat outlining the skin on her stomach, giving her a extra set of abs and a killer oblique now that she is looking hard. With that, she throws off her shirt to land inside her laundry basket, ready to take a picture.
It's just Beca anyways, not that she has a whole album of sexy pictures to hide. This isn't even that bad so it doesn't even matter nor enough to be categorized as "sexting."
When she taps the button to take the pic and makes sure the pose is worthy enough for Beca's eyes or not,(casual, but made sure to push out the butt extra far for a visual effect," she settles with a press to the send button and flops back onto her bed.
Topless and all.
As she is looking at the picture herself, praising the way her mirror gained her like….three inches in length to her legs, Beca sends a single text back.
B: Jesus Christ.
C: My name is Chloe…
C: But close enough ;)
B: You're so fucking hot.
B: Not to sound crass or anything. You're gorgeous all around but Jesus…
B: I might just want to work out with you if that means seeing you in that outfit every time.
C: If I can get you to go to the gym with me only half dressed, I can't even imagine the things I'd be able to squeeze from you if I was naked ;)
B: Anything you want, baby.
B: I wish you were here right now
C: I wish I was there too. Or vice versa.
C: Oh the things I would do to you ;)
B: Wanna elaborate?
C: For a hint, all of it requires my mouth ;)
B: Fuck….
B: You're so good with that mouth of your's
Chloe's breath hitches when she reads this last message sent by Beca. She is starting to think they're on different pages of the book as they swap texts. Clearly, and just her personality of being a natural flirt, she is joking. Kinda. But is Beca?
B: God, I want to taste you.
Yep. Totally not joking.
Chloe realizes this as the message hits her like a ton of bricks. Before she even touches her fingers to the keyboard while bouncing sentences, or words to respond to a message like that, Chloe's phone vibrates in her palm, letting her know she is receiving a call.
After staring at Beca's name glowing on her screen for a handful of seconds, she boldly swipes the bar to answer the call before she misses it. "Hello?" Chloe asks shaky. She has a hunch that Beca is calling her for a reason and that reason alone is nerve racking.
"Are you by yourself?"
"Yes?" Chloe asks as a question, taken back by the quickness.
"What are you doing?" Chloe gets slapped in the gut with how incredibly low Beca's voice is-totally different from their previous phone calls. It's basically a deep purr, and is strong enough to flutter Chloe's stomach and light a fire in the pit.
"I uh, um…" Suddenly, Chloe's tongue feels like it's too big for her own mouth and her heart is racing so fast it might as well just leap from her chest.
Again, Chloe Beale is not the type of girl that gets nervous-similar to how to felt when meeting Beca's dad for the very first time. People don't have this effect towards her, causing straight gibberish to exit from her mouth. But this is enough to tweak her about a bit, knowing exactly why Beca decided to call her instead of resuming their chat through text.
Chloe's not dumb.
She's overheard her fair share of late night convos when her roommate in college before she moved moved into an apartment with Aubrey assumed Chloe was sleeping those nights and was talking to her long distance boyfriend over the phone. She's overheard the raunchy comments-the moans, the heavy breathing. It was definitely not something for another person's ears and it was a good thing she continued to fake sleep before she caught a glimpse of other movements that shouldn't be seen by anyone else.
And being familiar with this, she knows exactly what Beca is hinting towards.
Chloe has never had phone sex before. Not that she is opposed to it-it is just one of those things that never really came up before. It's just always seemed sort of strange and silly to her. Real sex is far more appealing-which is something that her and Beca haven't done yet, let alone has she done with another woman. Would through the phone even count as that? Is she even ready for this next leap in their relationship?
And when battling all these inner thoughts between her ears, it should've pumped the brakes right then and there, forcing Beca to stop whatever it is that she's doing. But it didn't. If anything it intrigues Chloe even more and that's why she wants to urge Beca to continue.
Guessing that Beca senses her uneasiness, "I don't want to rush you or anything. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable around me," She comes out with this. Beca's sweetness about the whole situation only swells Chloe's heart until it travels all the way down her body till it reaches the area between her legs and she feels a shift in body temperature as her skin starts to warm.
This is all extremely new to Chloe, (Beca being this horny) but it also seems to take all the pressure away that she usually feels when physical sex is involved. Maybe trying something new will make it less scarier when the actual time comes along for her and Beca. And who is she to turn down a little experimenting with the girl she loves? Definitely not the, "go big or go home" Chloe Beale she was raised out to be.
All she needs to do now is to get over this stage fright to really get into it.
"I love you so much," Beca whispers, sounding the most sincere that Chloe has ever heard her, not counting the time at the drive inn when they first admitted this feeling to each other. And like a spell that granted all the courage Chloe needs, that once bugging stage fright is gone.
"What is it that you love so much?" She retorts back, sounding equally as raspy and low.
Beca gives a low chuckle, coiling Chloe's insides at the deepness, "I'm guessing you want the specifics rather than me saying everything, right?" Chloe tries not to swoon by Beca's precious word choice and hums in response, unable to say anymore. She is trying to be sexy here dammit.
"Where do I even start?" A few seconds of silence takes over the call while Chloe eagerly waits before Beca starts speaking again, "I love your hair and how it's redder in the sun compared to in the shade or dark where it's more of an auburn color. I love your eyes...there's really nothing else to say about those weapons other than they're the bluer than blue. I love your smile. God, your smile could cure cancer if wanting to."
Chloe appreciates the route Beca is taking with this question, making sure she is comfortable with the idea. She doesn't dive straight into dirty talk-which Chloe is thankful for- and kind of fluffs the conversation first.
Kinda like foreplay for phone sex in a way.
"I fucking love your laugh, and the way the corners of your eyes crinkle from the height in your cheeks. I love your lips and how your kissing can go from soft and tender to rough and powerful in a blink of an eye." Beca sounds so different but in the best way possible. It's almost too sexy for Chloe to cope with.
"Tell me more," she manages to croak in her best attempt to sound as coy as humanly possible. It's no higher than a whisper but she is shocked anything at all came out when she opened her mouth.
Complements from people are nice.
Complements from Beca are even nicer.
"If you were here," Beca says. "I'd lick your lips. I'd lick you everywhere."
This is on the lighter side of dirty talk but nonetheless does it not flip Chloe's arousal like a light switch. Her body heats up even more as she starts to feel a faint throb in between her legs. With restless hands, she moves one up her nude stomach until her fingers slide just under the tight elastic band of her sports bra and feels the curve underneath her breast.
"Where are your hands?"
Beca hums low, "one's on my chest, the other is in my pants...right where they should be."
Chloe closes her eyes and takes easy breaths not to whimper at the newly placed image in her head. She's stronger than that. "I don't believe you."
There's another short period of silence, other than the fumbling around on Beca's end of the call. Not long though, Chloe's phone chimes in her ear with a new message and when she pulls the device away, she is given visual proof that Beca's hands are exactly where she said they were.
Chloe can't help the moan that escapes pass her mouth this time as she stares at a pair of familiar sweatpants, with a defined lump under the material that connects to the torso of none other than her girlfriend's. One leg is bent while the other one lays flat against her mattress. The tank top Beca is wearing is clumped and pushed up pass her navel, showing off her stomach and proving that where her hand was at before taking the picture was also true as well.
"Do you believe me now?" Beca's voice brings Chloe back out of her dazed stare towards the image and finally the phone is back to her ear. She is seriously about to pass out of she continues to listen to this sexy transformation in octaves Beca is putting her through. "Are you touching yourself?"
Another moan slips by Chloe's lips, half because of what Beca just said and half because of where her hand is currently massaging. "Yes," and she positions the phone between her shoulder and ear to hold in place so her other hand is free.
"I love the noises you make," Beca takes her turn to moan through the speaker and it's the last push Chloe needs before her hand is skimming under the waistband of her leggings and under the flimsy lace material of her thong. "You are so fucking sexy."
Though Chloe feels everything but sexy right now-thanks to her post workout nastiness, leaving her skin to feel sticky all over with sweat, hearing it from Beca makes her feel differently.
Her fingers reach the throbbing part between her thighs that seeks needed attention, wetness coating each finger immediately and her mind drifts off to fantasize where Beca's hands are touching over her body.
"Baby..." It's a whine of a whimper but is all Chloe could muster up. She is burning up all over, her brain is near mush and the pressure in her stomach is so tight it's hard to think about anything else at the moment.
"Baby, I'm so wet," an understatement that is. She is soaked if she's being honest, not that she is surprised with the effect Beca's tonality currently has on her. Chloe cries through the phone, using her finger to apply more pressure on the throbbing area that's literally driving her insane. "I wish it was you touching me right now."
"Me too, baby. I'd pump my fingers so hard against your pussy….no wait. Uh, fuck that. Pretend like you just didn't just hear me say those words. Jesus, that wasn't sexy at all." Appalled at what she just said, Beca mutters a "fuck" under her breath.
Chloe can't help but laugh-which is a quick change in emotions. "I think so," though Chloe was more than a little taken back by the earful of pure raunchiness Beca just said to her, it didn't have any effect on the tension building beneath her fingers. If anything, being able to still laugh with her hand down her pants made her body even hotter.
Chloe adjusts herself better on her bed, spreading her legs to give more access-even under the tightness of the clothing.
Worst decision ever.
Not wanting to dwell on Beca's previous comment, "I bet you're so good with your hands," Chloe works up the courage as the pressure builds under her delicate fingers. "The practice you get mixing your music, twisting the dials and flicking all the buttons like the expert you already are. I can only imagine them... inside me." Thinking about this only pushes Chloe to rub harder against her nub that's suddenly turned so sensitive it's almost impossible to touch. "But the thought that really turns me on is what other stuff you can do with that skilled tongue of yours."
This time Beca's moan has no intention of being quiet and it's all around the sexiest thing Chloe has ever heard someone make before. "Oh fuck," Her breathing is becoming more ragged by the second, mixing with the labored pants coming from Chloe.
Nothing is really said between the two of them now. They are pretty much just going off of each other's heavy breathing and soft moans. Chloe is near her breaking point as her fingers circle faster, keeping a steady pace with the help of her other hand squeezing the soft flesh under her sports bra. It isn't until Chloe catches the sound of a door opening on Beca's end of the call when all her movements freeze.
"Hey Beca I was…..HOLY SHIT!" All Chloe is able to pick up is screams, probably Beca's, and her petrified pleas to have the unannounced visitor get out immediately-which happens to be Stacie.
"You guys were totally having phone sex! Oh my God, Becs! I thought I told you to go to Starbucks for that shit!" Stacie seems every bit amused by the scene, as weird as it sounds, and despite the reality of it all, Chloe can't help but laugh as she waits until the line cuts off from being disconnected, or Stacie finally leaves the room.
It doesn't take long; a few "fuck offs" from Beca and a couple begs from Stacie, asking for the "steamy deets," before they're once again alone with a slam to a door.
Beca releases a heavy groan with a fall to her bed-it sounds like-while mumbling something incoherent into a face full of pillows.
"Talk about ruining the mood," Chloe jokes with a small chuckle, easing the situation up-well at least trying to.
Beca laughs-a shaken, still slightly traumatized laugh, but at least it is something. "I should probably go explain things." This time there isn't an object muffling her voice and she speaks clearly with another dramatic groan. Also her tone seemed to lose its deep timbre, much to Chloe's dismay. "I'm sorry about that."
"No worries," Chloe assures genuinely-though her hormones clearly disagree. There's places on her body that shouldn't be hot and there's an annoying ache between her legs that causes her to flinch every time she moves but other than that, it is quite funny what just happened. Most definitely a campfire story that's for sure. "Text me?"
"Will do. I love you, babe."
"I love you too. Bye." Chloe hangs up, winded and suddenly exhausted but not any less horny.
God, what a shame. She didn't even get to finish.
Despite not wanting to move and instead, finish what Beca started right then and there since her hand is still most certainly under her pants, she retracts it back and decides to get up.
She fumbles to stand up from her bed, her legs are more than a little wobbly because of obvious reasons, and it takes a while for them to catch their strength again. Slowly but surely, she makes it to the bathroom and splashes some cool water over her flushed face after washing her hands. Drying off with a nearby towel, she grabs the sides of the sink and takes a good look at herself in the mirror.
She can't believe that just happened.
It's as equally exhilarating as it is surprising. Other than being one big ball of joy to the world, her other physical trait would be sexually frustrated, no thanks to being single for so long. She's masturbated many times before;she's human, so touching herself isn't the big surprise of the night. The thing that is the most surprising has a name, and that name is Beca Mitchell.
Never in a million years would she even picture Beca doing that with her- let alone with someone else. Where did that sudden confidence come from? Chloe has absolutely no idea. But the thought of Beca letting loose though is fucking too hot for words-which isn't helping her current situation between her thighs that's in dire need of attention. Talk about being blue balled.
She makes a mental note to thank Stacie later when they all meet.
An ice cold shower is calling her name and as she is back inside her room, picking out some pajamas from her drawers to change into, her phone goes off.
Sunday October 16, 9:58 PM
B: God, kill me now.
B: She won't stop talking about it
B: And she is being SUPER vulgar and I seriously feel like my face is melting off.
Chloe laughs, despite her sympathy towards Beca, knowing she got the rough end of things since she was the one caught. Chloe could just picture Stacie teasing Beca non stop until she is red in the face and hiding from the world under her imaginary shell.
C: Tell her to stop teasing you or she'll have to face a very angry redhead when her girlfriend dies of embarrassment ;)
C: That had a sudden change in events...lol
C: Have you done anything like that before?
B: I know. I'm sorry. I forget sometimes I live with the nosiest person ever and one who lacks knocking skills.
B: But no I haven't. First time actually. I've never felt comfortable enough with someone to try it. And that picture you sent only added to how I already felt tonight.
B: Hopefully I wasn't too bad haha
C: Bad? Beca, I think this should be a regular thing between us! And seriously, just your voice could've gotten me off. You were perfect ;)
B: That's good to know ;-)
B: I was ify on calling you. I didn't want you to think it was weird or anything. It's….ridiculous at first, I know.
C: But eventually you get into it, and I felt comfortable around you :)
C: I'm really glad you called :)
C: Depressed that we didn't get to finish but happy we got to test it out :)
B: Same here :-)
B: We can try that again later when there's no one around?
C: Yes please :) hopefully no interruptions this time ;)
C: But now that it's okay to ask, why didn't we just Skype? Don't get me wrong, the whole new world I just discovered with phone sex is exhilarating and all but wouldn't it be more exciting if we saw each other...you know….touch ourselves?
B: Yes it would be.
B: But I don't want to see your body for the first time through a crappy webcam. I don't want to know how your body reacts to a certain touch. I want to do that myself.
B: Through the phone, I can use my imagination you know?
C: Trust me. I know ;)
C: But it totally makes sense. I want our first time to be new territory for the both of us and getting a preview through Skype wouldn't be building to this image I now have inside my brain of what spot on your body makes you moan the way you just did ;)
C: Now excuse me. A very cold shower has my name written all over it.
C: Thanks to you ;)
B: Oh you're no saint here, Beale.
B: Just ask my underwear.
C: Should I start bragging now or later?
C: When I see you maybe? ;)
B: Uh, how bout never?
B: But can you blame me? You're the sexiest human being I've ever met. And you're even sexier when you're moaning.
C: Okay, baby? If you keep saying things like that I'm going to explode. Unless you are here to finish, I'm going to take a shower ;)
B: Take me with you :-(
C: Raincheck? Maybe use it when we are….I don't know. Together? ;)
B: Wait…
B: Are you serious?
C: Welp! Just turned on the water!
C: Gotta go bb ;) xoxo
B: Not this again!
B: CHLOEEEE!
Tuesday October 17, 12:03 AM
True to her word, they try again, not that Chloe was expecting the conversation to happen literally the day after Beca was caught red handed by Stacie. She would've thought that Beca would at least be a little too scarred to test her chances again, knowing the amount of embarrassing pain she went through last night in that tiny little body of her's just didn't evaporate away.
Beca isn't a very sexual person. She isn't promiscuous and most definitely doesn't seem like the type of girl who would be the first to engage in a phone sex conversation with her girlfriend. If anything, Chloe would be the first to drop a dirty text message here and there, half as a joke to see how Beca would react and half to satisfy her needs. Beca is extremely shy and covers most of her emotions with a simple eye roll and that insanely sexy smirk of her's.
But the Beca currently calling Chloe at midnight on a weekday, proving to redeem herself from their previous chat through the phone is everything but shy. And that alone excites Chloe and terrifies her all at the same time.
This time, Beca made sure to call at an hour that is more ideal for privacy compared to yesterday. What they don't need is another outburst if they plan on continuing what they started.
"Hey," Beca's simple greeting is low, raspy and Chloe wonders if it's possible just to get off by the single word. "Sorry again for yesterday."
"Don't be sorry. You had no control of….that. It's not like you planned on Stacie barging into your room with your hand down your pants," Chloe jokes with a small snicker, trying to at least lighten the mood and make Beca laugh about the situation now that it's over.
Luckily, Beca does laugh and it's lifting. "Yeah...not one of my proudest moments. Definitely most scarring that's for sure."
"I mean...it was good up until….that point," Chloe says casual and by good, she means hot. Very, very hot in fact.
"Yeah?" It's a simple question;one worded even. But why is it that Beca can make something so simple like this sound so damn sexy? "It wasn't like...weird or uncomfortable?"
Chloe scoffs at this.
No it wasn't weird. Shocking at first, maybe, but that's only because she has never taken part in such a phone call before. They usually consist of a more PG rating conversation and not the X-rated comments the both of them were dropping left and right last night. The dirty text messages came easy; Chloe has sent her fair share of those types of messages to ex partners in the past. The thing that took her blind sighted was the verbal dirty talk, especially coming from Beca.
And it took a while but eventually, Chloe got into it. Really….got into it. So, that should be enough confirmation to let Beca know she wasn't freaked out by anything that happened.
"Becs, it was nice," Chloe assures with a smile, even though Beca obviously couldn't see it.
Clearing her throat, "Do you think we could try…again? Or whatever."
Oh my God.
"Now?"
"Yeah. If you want."
Chloe gulps, hopefully not too loudly in case Beca is able to hear it. "S-sure," and to add, her voice cracks like a teenage boy hitting puberty. Why is she so nervous again? It's not like this is new to them. "I'd like that."
"I mean, if you're not in the mood or whatever…we don't have to."
"I'm always in the mood for you," Chloe's quick and honest to retort.
Becs chuckles and it comes out nervous. At least it's a mutual feeling they're both sharing. "Cool." Faint music can be heard in the background; Chloe bites the inside of her cheek not to comment. Nothing like The Weeknd to set someone in the mood incase it wasn't already set before.
It doesn't last long though before the opening chords to a very familiar song reaches Chloe's sense. She waits for Beca to comment about the changing with music, as if Beca hasn't been informed about what impacts the song "Titanium" does to her body.
Dirty trick, Mitchell. Dirty trick.
"I uh, how are you?" Chloe knows for sure now Beca is a lot more nervous than she was last night by the hesitation in her voice. She also knows that Beca was the one to instigate the conversation yesterday and doesn't want to take the same route this time around.
It's her turn to heat things up a bit.
Taking mercy on Beca, twisting up a smirk, "I'm fine. I'd be better with you here though." Chloe licks her lips, her mouth suddenly gone parch.
"Yeah?" Fuck. There's that Goddamn single worded response again, still having the same effect as before. "How so?"
"Well, we most definitely wouldn't be talking on the phone right now-which would be a plus by itself." Chloe giggles, biting the nail on her finger between her teeth.
"What would we be doing?" There's that intoxicating sound again. It's Beca's ridiculously arousing "I'm so horny" voice that has suddenly worked its way up to the top of Chloe's most favorite things to hear.
Chloe is quick to move from her position standing at her bathroom sink to her bed, knowing that this conversation needs to be done sitting down.
Laying down to be most comfortable.
"Well to start, you'd be helping me get rid of all these tedious clothes."
Dressed in far more accessible wear, with Beca's black and white flannel that happens to be fully unbuttoned, a laced black bra underneath and matching panties to finish, her hand is able to venture around her body more smoothly.
"What are you wearing right now?"
Not being much of a descriptive person and more so a visual learner, Chloe this time angles her camera above her body, making sure to get all the good bits in the photo and takes a picture before sending it to Beca.
"You'll see," Is all she replies with. Confirmation that the picture has been sent and seen comes when she hears a sharp whine through the phone.
"You're wearing my shirt," Beca's smugness can almost be heard through the phone.
Chloe trails that single finger snagged between her teeth over her collarbone to linger across her chest, tracing the smooth skin underneath. "Indeed I am."
"You look so damn hot in my shirt," Beca growls; Chloe tries not to unravel, turned on so intensely by the heavy snarl that followed.
"I look even better with it off." Chloe battles back. With the building of the song and Beca's voice soothing through her ear, she switches that lone finger to her full hand and slowly descends it lower until her palm is filled with her lace covered breast.
She arches her back into the touch, the pleasure of it all only doubling when she replaces her hand with Beca's. Doing this brings her back to their night alone together, making out like rebellious teenagers and how Beca's hands were so petite and soft but oh so firm and strong at the same time.
"I want to hear you, baby. Touch yourself for me." Beca's demanding instructions do intense damage on Chloe's insides and she's thankful that she is laying down because if she wasn't, she knows for a fact her knees would've given out.
Obeying, she doesn't waste a second before her hand covering her chest is roaming down her abdominal, slowly, and her fingers slip back under to rub against wet territory.
Goodness, it should've been embarrassing how wet she is by just the sound of Beca's voice.
She is literally dripping with need.
"Is your door locked this time?" Chloe cracks a joke in between her heavy breaths, her fingers not once stopping their motions.
Beca also shares a laugh, dark and raspy and all around sounds sexy as Hell, "I did. No one is interrupting us this time." A throaty moan comes next and in Chloe's mind, she pictures Beca hands as well hovering over her own sensitive areas. And as she pictures this, her own arousal almost triples and hits her harder than the previous night.
She doesn't know the facial expressions Beca makes when touching herself like she wants to but the imagination part of it all is exciting alone.
It's really a bittersweet type of torture.
"I want to hear you come."
Every last bit of sanity Chloe has left in her body is washed away by the one word that is pure filth to Chloe's ears. But to her body, it's a tingling jolt that one would get if experience a DIY shock treatment and her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure while that familiar pressure boils in her stomach.
Not feeling pleased with her arrangement, Beca gets put on speaker and set next to her head over the pillow while her now free hand snakes just under her bra, squeezing the already hardening flesh between her fingers, only adding to her levels of tension building inside.
"Baby…" Chloe's voice gives out at the end, not having the proper amount of air capacity, or strength to say anymore.
"I'm so wet for you." Chloe chooses only to mix her moans with Beca's own as a response while her finger circle tightly around her sensitive nub. Talking is not an option for her right now, but listening to Beca, backed with the increasingly building beat of "Titanium" is far more enjoyable. "Fuck….I wish I could see you come undone, baby."
Well, Beca's about to hear it happen real soon because Chloe is rapidly approaching her climax as her breathing sharpens and becomes a lot quicker. Apparently, Beca is right behind her, moans exiting almost back to back through the speaker and it's a mysterious thrill to know Beca could burst at any second without knowing.
Needing more and figuring with anymore teasing, Chloe might explode if she doesn't release this pent up tension sometime soon, her fingers switch movements from rubbing to thrusting, coating the two newly placed digits with her warm, wet juices.
"Shit...baby.." She wants to say her fair share of dirty talk, the thought by itself could really bring out her the visualization going on inside her head. But the change in motions have a tight control over what she can and cannot say, triggering an immediate babble if to talk any longer.
"I wish it was you here….your head between my thighs and my fingers knotting through your hair while your mouth sucks my breath away."
Chloe has to replace her bottom lip that's being gnawed on with the collar of Beca's flannel, not wanting to break through the skin she could already feel her teeth sinking into.
"Beca.." Chloe pants as her fingers curl in and out, thumb now joining the mix and falling into a smooth rhythm to circle around the sensitive bud between her thighs.
"I'm thinking about fucking you and shit, baby….it makes me so fucking wet hearing my name drip off your tongue when you moan."
Beca is being extremely vocal, not that Chloe minds. Nope. Doesn't mind one bit if by the sounds of her own moans only gradually increasing were anything to confirm this.
"I want to taste what you taste like." There's a max level at how one person's tone can sound so humanly erotic and Chloe's positive Beca has now met that peak.
She couldn't respond even if she tried, knowing she'd just be speaking in tongue with complete nonsense if she were to open her mouth any farther than it already is with the amount of panting she is doing.
Chloe's eyes are sealed shut and actually, she doesn't think she has opened them even a smidge since this whole arrangement started. Hips start to match movements with her fingers to apply more pressure and she feels her stomach clenching tighter every grind to her hand.
This pressure is a warning sign; Chloe is surely aware of knowing exactly when her body is about to unfold. "Beca….I'm close." Close as in 'a couple more thrusts and she's a complete goner.'
And though she might be reaching climax, the thought of Beca being nowhere near finished makes her want to slow down a bit.
"I'm close too."
At this information, Chloe doesn't slow her movements and instead, her fingers continue to slide in and out in a pattern that's starting to become sloppy but still hitting all the right buttons. Like clockwork, Chloe can hear the music reaching its end and the building bridge of the beat beginning to fade, along with the voluptuous sound of Beca's heavy breathing gives her that one last push she needs to cross that finish line.
"Beca, oh my Go-..." Is all Chloe's able to get out before her orgasm swallows the rest of her sentence, leaving her back to arch up towards the ceiling and her thighs to clench around her hand while the ecstasy explodes throughout her body.
Chloe, although has never been the type of girl to be quite vocal during her climax feels the pent up screams bubbling inside her chest, begging to be released. Acutely aware of a sleeping Aubrey who is down the hall and would most definitely hear these noises, Chloe shoves her face into the top of her pillow to muffle any sounds that are starting to sneak out every time her body starts to thrash at the vibrating pleasure.
Seeing stars behind her eyelids and after the multiple mini shocks her body just endured, Chloe is finally able to catch her breath, chest heaving and skin all around laced with a thin layer of sweat.
Beca isn't far behind by the way her breathing is chopping in and out erratically. Wanting to help out, Chloe uses her last bit of energy to tip Beca right off the edge. "Come for me, Beca. I want to hear you."
Beca obeys immediately under that seductive, sultry type of whisper given by Chloe. "Fuck, Chloe." She shudders, any other words transforming into a breathless scream. It's silent for a few seconds, all the air leaving Beca's body and leaving the rest up for Chloe's imagination.
Hot doesn't even come close to describing how Beca just sounded. Hearing her unfold and come pretty damn hard, then listening to the aftermath of Beca riding out her high, the series of winded pants and inaudible cries of Chloe's name.
It's almost too much. Beca's hotness is almost too much, even through the phone.
Removing her hand from her breast and grabbing her cell phone to press back over her ear, "Holy…..shit." Chloe breathes, words hardly coming out audible as her body tries to rebuild after such an intense orgasm.
She retracts her hand slowly from out of her underwear, aware that she is still very much sensitive and any abrupt movement will cause a sharp shock throughout her body if touched wrongly. When her hand is free, she lays it flaccid against her stomach that's rising to a deep fall, trying to regain her breathing back to normal.
"Yeah," Beca's chuckles are hoarse, her own post orgasmic bliss evident and lacing over her tone. "That was fucking hot."
Chloe finally opens her eyes but quickly squints at the sensitivity they have towards the lamp's light on her desk and she squeezes them back shut. "You're hot, Becs." This couldn't be anymore true. "Where did….all that come from?"
"I have a very detailed imagination, Beale. Especially when you're involved."
Laying the side of her face over her pillow and letting the phone rest over her ear, "And you're promising me that you've never done that before?"
"Nope. You are and will be the only one I ever do this with, I can promise you that."
The realization that Chloe has been the only one to see this released side of Beca-which is her new favorite side of Beca- practically titters her off the edge again. "Is that a subtle way of telling me I should open my own hotline?" The corners of her mouth twist up to a lazy smile.
"Maybe. If it's a chance to hear to moan like that again I'll pay every last cent I have."
Chloe howls a laugh, her heart rate now beating at a steady pace to finally be able to do so without it coming out as a strangled wheeze. "You're something else, Mitchell."
"So they say." Chloe can just imagine the wink that came with this.
"You're also a dirty player for playing my lady jam in the background."
Beca gasps as if this is news to her, "wha? I swear I had no idea."
"Uh huh, Okay…" Chloe snorts sarcastically. "It wasn't like Titanium just randomly happened to begin playing when we started having phone sex."
"Shuffle is a bitch I tell yah," Beca chuckles, keeping up this charade pretty well. "Worked you up a bit though."
"Yikes, babe. That's not something to go bragging about. It's like you couldn't get me off without playing my lady jam," Chloe taunts with a wry smirk, enjoying the few huffs she got from Beca in between each word.
Insulted, a dramatic scoff comes next, "please. I could get you off no matter what was playing in the background. Even if it was silent." Over confident Beca is extremely sexy. Seriously, how many alter egos does this girl have?
There's that twitch between Chloe's thighs again at the challenge. "I don't believe you."
"Good thing I don't have work until ten tomorrow huh?"
Chloe reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra before swiping it off her arms in a swift motion, leaving her top half completely nude under Beca's flannel. "Good thing I'm horny again and could use a second round." Her free hand migrates back up her stomach to brush the underside of her breast. "And I'm naked."
Beca emits what sounds like a guttural growl, heavy and determined, "Okay, Beale. Be prepared to be wowed."
Friday October 21, 8:23 PM
C: How was work my superstar? :)
B: Actually, pretty damn good.
B: I have some news for you….
C: Good or bad?
B: Depends.
C: Oh no... :(
C: Now I'm scared to ask what it is.
B: I'll just tell you.
B: Are you familiar with Billboard magazine?
C: Uh, duh. Who isn't?
B: Well, someone, as in myself, got a call today asking to be the front cover of next week's issue
B: Now I definitely think I need a manager haha
C: WHAT?!
C: OH MY GOD BECA! That is GREAT news!
C: How dare you scare me like that :(((
B: Sorry ;-)
B: Listen to this. Beca Mitchell, a voice behind the beats.
B: Eh?
C: Um, yes to all of that!
C: This is so cool, baby! I'm so proud of you! :)
C: I have to make sure to buy all the copies when it publishes! :)
B: Don't worry about buying any, I got you covered :-)
C: Hmmm, okay Mitchell ;)
C: So I'm assuming you're blowing up even more now that you showed your killer pipes to the world?
B: I guess so haha
B: Plus there is so much hype about the next single we are dropping called "Closer" that magazines of course are wanting to squeeze out the juicy details from me.
B: Jokes on them I'm harder to crack!
C: When is your next single coming out again?
B: Next Friday :-)
C: Same day as my concert! :)
C: Who is featured this time on the track?!
B: Sorry it's a surprise :-)
C: Boo, Beca :(
B: You'll hear it soon haha
B: Trust me, you'll love it
B: Anyways, how's the performance coming along?
C: Oh it's getting there. It's the last few weeks to perfect everything and kids are so hard to keep focused for a long amount of time :(
C: I'm so stressed I think I'm going to start breaking out!
B: Stressed? That's not good.
B: I know a few things to get your mind off of school.
C: Get my mind off? Or do you mean get ME off? ;)
B: Oh wow. Look at that. How about both?
B: I'm alone all night, Stacie is busy studying in the library till God knows when.
C: You'll take care of me, baby?
B: I promise you I will.
B: I really want to hear you moan.
C: Call me.
Friday October 28, 6:35 PM
Tonight is the night.
Chloe has been preparing for this moment for months now it feels like.
She knew nerves were going to happen regardless of her breathing exercises picked up from Aubrey, or the good luck messages she has been receiving from family and friends since she woke up this morning. It also doesn't help that in twenty four hours, she'll be on a plane to fly down to Los Angeles to meet her girlfriend she hasn't seen in a little over a month and that's bringing its own nerves to pile on.
She is ready though. Because if she wasn't, a month of hard work and dedication would be dumped down the drain and all those blood, sweat and tears would've been done for nothing.
Chloe paces and paces some more, her untied combat boots thudding across the floor. Just her luck, choir gets to open-which means they have to set the bar high.
For the concert, she settled on dressing up as Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas since one of the songs her students are performing is from the movie. The getup was simple, a quilted mid thigh dress of yellows, teals and pinks, a red yarn wig-which is the most uncomfortable thing Chloe has ever put on her head. Even the black make up that is stitched along both sides of her cheeks is more tolerable than the level of itchiness this wig is giving her.
As a whole, it's a fairly cute costume, but still able to flaunt the goods without being too explicit for children and parents.
Beca comes to mind as her nerves start eating her alive. During the week, they've been talking nonstop about Beca's album, her concert and engaging in very sexual conversations throughout the night when they're feeling...antsy. Little did she know that those types of conversations would work up to set a place in her daily agenda.
Regardless, she's happy they did because if it weren't for Beca, she doesn't think she would've made it tonight to perform with the amount of stress that started building at the beginning of this month.
But today, Beca has strangely been playing ghost with Chloe, not replying to any of her texts-except for the permanent good morning one she always seems to receive when she wakes up.
It's bizarre though that today, of all days, Beca decides to missing and Chloe knows Beca could possibly just be super cram packed with work since next week she is taking most of the days off.
But right now, Chloe really needs some reassuring words from her girlfriend.
Friday October 29, 6:36 PM
C: I may or may not be freaking out right now! There's so many parents and people here Becs. I think I might throw up.
Chloe presses send and takes a glance back out towards the auditorium and watches more and more people file in to take a seat across from the stage. Slowly but surely, the availability of seats are disappearing and seeing all these people should excite Chloe and not feel like the world suddenly stopped revolving.
She doesn't think she'd be as nervous as she is if it wasn't for the fact that this Halloween concert her school sets up every year has to be the most popular out of all the other concerts they put on. Knowing this high standard, her performance could really be a hit or miss and she really does not want to be the main reason why the concert bombs.
If that was the case, she could kiss her student teaching career goodbye.
It's now ten till show time and Beca has yet to text her back. Beca promised multiple times during the month she'd be as present as she can to calm her down once her choir performance came around. But is she here right now?
No.
So, Chloe tries to call her this time, not able to keep her anticipation at bay as she waits for a message. Maybe Beca just didn't hear her text tone or something.
"Hey, babe," Chloe almost explodes with relief when she hears the sound of Beca's voice. It's a weird effect but just talking to Beca, hearing that soothing voice after not talking to her all day is able to calm Chloe down tremendously. "What's up?"
Really?
Is Beca seriously asking this? Oblivious to the fact of what tonight actually is? And why does she sound so damn casual right now when Chloe is on the other line about ready to pass out cold backstage?!
"I'm about to go on for my concert," Chloe hides the bitterness in her tone pretty well. She doesn't want to be upset with Beca because she might've forgotten with everything that goes on in her busy schedule.
"Oh shit that's right," Okay, that doesn't help Chloe not want to strangle Beca through the phone. There's chattering in the background, Chloe hears and she waits, unimpressed, as Beca puts her on hold. The audacity this girl has. "Hey, I'm sorry. Busy day at the studio. I'm going to have to call you back."
"Are you serious?" Chloe's patience after running thin for quite the while has finally disintegrated and now there's no armor to stop the harshness from spilling out her mouth. "You're just going to leave? Dammit, Beca, you know how important tonight is for me!"
"I know...I'm sorry, babe."
"Don't you dare "babe" me right now, Beca!" Chloe snaps quite loudly and receives multiple stares from other teachers around where she's at backstage. Lowering her volume this time and walking away from the audience her tone just formed, "I'm freaking out right now about my very first concert and you can't even wish me luck, or give me a goddamn good luck text? What the fuck Beca?"
It's not everyday Chloe drops the 'f' bomb and she's surprised she hasn't picked it up from Beca with the amount of times her girlfriend says the word. Beca probably says fuck more times than her own name if Chloe were to guess.
Beca sighs, "Chlo, I'm sorry. I really need to go," and before Chloe can even say anything to stop her, there's a beep in her ear that ends the call.
Forget not being upset with Beca because right now, Chloe is livid.
She slams her phone back into her purse and storms back to the stage where her students are waiting for curtain call. At least her kids, dressed in all sorts of adorable Halloween costumes, are making her less want to rip someone's head off and able to appreciate their creative cuteness.
She has never been this angry at someone before and she never would've thought that it be Beca to cause her body so much anger. Even the night Beca forgot about their Skype date, Chloe was upset but she wasn't mad about it. She didn't even think it was possible to experience this level of emotion.
And now thanks to Beca, she has to go out and perform for the first time with steam blowing out of her ears and the absence of her sunny, bubbly personality her kids are most familiar with.
"Are you guys all ready!?" She puts on her best fake smile with a clap to her hands, even though under her lips she is about to break teeth at the incredible force her jaw is clenching at.
The kids all cheer and it brings Chloe out of her current raging state for a brief moment. She takes her deep breaths and blinks back the tears pooling in her eyes, half not wanting to ruin her costume make up and half not wanting to crumble in front of her students. When there is a lot of anger bubbling inside of Chloe, she usually ends up crying. There's really no way around that.
And she can't dare to walk on stage to a crowd full of parents with black makeup running down her cheeks that Aubrey has worked so hard on. There will be bright lights so obviously the puffiness and redness from the crying will glow up on stage for everyone to see.
But she's already biting at the nails nervous already, Beca is MIA in California, and that reminder keeps reeling Chloe back into the pit of pure frustration and she's back to square one as anger fills her body up to the brim, threatening the tears to fall any second.
Goddamit, Beca!
"Ms. Beale?" One of the stage managers puts his hand on Chloe's shoulder to break her focus. She turns around with tight lip grin, seeing that it is one of the eighth graders here at school, a pair of headphones around his neck, a clipboard in his hand and a bright orange shirt that reads, "crew" on the back. "Are you guys ready?"
Of course it's already 7, Chloe thinks to herself. She tries to slow her breathing, consciously taking deep inhales through the nose and letting them run smoothly out her mouth. After repeating this a few times, she forgets about everything just happened, locks up the pent up anger toward Beca and puts on her best enthusiastic mask before walking out on the stage with her kids in formation.
Not even a full foot on the stage before the crowd starts to clap and whistle at the little sixth graders who are already marching to get in order on the designated stands placed in the middle. Chloe beams her dazzling smile as she waves nervously around to everyone clapping, hoping her emotions aren't showing like she feels like they are.
Most of the faces are unfamiliar, except Aubrey, who sits front and center with a portable video camera, a reassuring smile along with a thumbs up and it makes Chloe relax a little. It isn't until she hears the most obnoxious whistles come from out of the audience and she looks towards the back where the noise is coming from and sees that intoxicating smirk that caused her so much pain not even ten minutes ago.
And when she catches this, it feels like time is slowing down.
"Oh my God," Chloe freezes on stage, forgetting where she is at that moment, or if she is looking at a ghost under listening to her heartbeat pulse through her ears.
Locking eyes, Beca wiggles her fingers up to wave where she is standing at the back of the auditorium, Stacie glued directly at her side, who Chloe finds out is causing that piercing whistle and she knows now that what she is looking at is definitely not a ghost.
Standing guilty as ever, Beca shrugs her shoulders, lifting her hands up with them and mouths "sorry," but Chloe knows she is everything but sorry under that plastered evil smirk of her's. There is an explicit amount of happiness rushing through Chloe's body, mixed with post anger and nerves still, and it takes every muscle in her body not to sprint out into the crowd, do something rash, and smother Beca in kisses for everyone to watch. Probably start crying too, knowing herself and how she is only a room away from Beca instead of two thousand miles and she's trying extremely hard not to bawl her eyes out at the overwhelming feeling.
The silence from the audience is a reminder of where she is and how that wouldn't be possible due to the fact that she has a concert to perform. So, whirling back into reality for the time being after blowing Beca a kiss under impressed eyes as the girl was able to pull this off, she greets the crowd with an upbeat attitude now that she has a reason to perform extra well.
Beca is here.
FYI, I'm using the song "Closer" by the Chainsmokers ft. Halsey for the next single Beca and Diplo drop, if you all are curious (Don't own this) :) Check it out though if you haven't already!
Also, I'm really conflicted if I should stay at Chloe's POV for the trip or Beca's… hmmmmm?