I'm lounging around with Aubrey one afternoon at my house when I hear the doorbell ring. My parents have gone out a while ago so I don't think it would be them. We've been sitting here working on some profiles for accounting. It sucks but it has to be done, I like working with numbers anyways so it doesn't bother me but sometimes it gets a little difficult. I'm in the middle something but the door broke my concentration.
Aubrey sits up as I go answer the door. As I open the door, standing on the other side, is the same guy that's been delivering my goodies from Beca since the beginning. We've developed a bond, we're on a first name basis now.
"Hey Louis." I greet him.
"Hey Chloe, how's it going?" I can see Aubrey at the corner of my eye peering over my shoulder. Louis is carrying flowers and apparently Aubrey wants a look at them so badly she's basically climbing up my back which is weird because she's like a lot taller than me.
"I'm good, this is my friend Aubrey." I introduce her since he has been watching her stare over my shoulder for the last minute.
"Hi." Aubrey gives him a wave.
We kind of all stare at each other for a little, having an awkward silence.
"Okay Louis, thanks so much for delivering the flowers to me. Have a good night." I send him on his way.
"I bet Beca wouldn't like the fact that the guy delivering your flowers has a crush on you."
I put the flowers in a nearby vase and turn in Aubrey's direction.
"Louis does not have a crush on me."
Aubrey snorts. "Yeah and the Easter bunny is real." I shoot her a look. "C'mon Chloe, it's so obvious, he gives you googley eyes."
I ignore her comment and open the envelope that was attached to the flowers. It's a handwritten message from Beca.
I can't wait to see you and show you around Savannah.
-xo Beca.
I'm smiling like an idiot when Aubrey grabs the note right from my hand.
"What's this? 'xo' 'showing you around Savannah?' oh my god. What's going on?"
"She wants me to come to her game in Savannah."
"And?"
"And show me around afterwards I don't know. Don't make such a big deal out of it."
"This is gonna get serious. Are you meeting her family?"
"What? No. She never even mentions them. Seriously Bree, its not a big deal. What about you and Jesse, huh? Anything going on there?"
"Nice try changing the subject but nothing is going on. Maybe if you hang out around Beca more I might be more noticeable to Jesse."
I want Aubrey to come with me down to Savannah so I'm not alone. I just have to get her to agree.
"You know; I might need a buddy for the ride over there. If you go, I'll make Beca put you with Jesse all night. Would you go with me?"
"Are you kidding? A trip away from here for the weekend? I'm down regardless. We work too hard, let's have fun for once."
That was easier than I thought. I didn't think she would want to go down there and be a third wheel but boy am I glad she is. I hear rumbling outside and I know its my mom's car. She comes through the door seconds later asking if that is Aubrey's car in the driveway but soon spots the blonde next to me.
"Hey Aubs!" She greets her. Sometimes I feel like my mother loves Aubrey as her best friend instead of mine.
"You look great!" Aubrey tells my mother. She always tells me my mother is a MILF, I cringe hearing it.
"Thanks, sweetie. You too!" My mom ventures further in the kitchen spotting the vase with Beca's sent flowers in them.
"Oooh, new flowers?" she waves her hands in the air like she's about to break into a dance routine. She picks one from the bunch and sniffs it. "These are nice! What's this?" she reads the card before I can snatch it from her grasp.
"Oh, I heard they were playing in Savannah this weekend, we were thinking of going."
That is music to my ears, I'm elated. This is perfect, now I don't have to go alone completely, even if Aubrey is going, I'd rather go as a group.
"Can you get off Friday Chloe?" My mother asks.
"I think I might be able to swing that." I reply nonchalantly.
My mom grabs her cellphone and starts texting away. She's horrible at texting so it takes her a while. She's one of those people who uses one finger to type. It takes her ten minutes just to type out a single sentence.
"I'll have a chat with your father and report back to you." she grabs her things and is out the door before I even have time to think.
About twenty minutes later I get a text from her confirming our trip to Savannah. I have no idea how I managed to get everyone on board so fast but I'm not complaining.
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My mom convinces me it will be even more fun if I convince Beca I can't come. Aubrey doesn't think it's a good idea but I'm a fan of surprises. Aubrey helps me come up with a fake excuse so we can both be gone this weekend. I call Beca and give her the "bad news". She was so disappointed she didn't even wanna have phone sex. I feel horrible for lying to her but I'm just hoping the surprise will make up for it.
I have a crap ton of work I'm left with this weekend. That's what I get for sneaking away for a trip to see the Bulls play. On Thursday, it's the slowest day ever. Between classes early morning and work at night I barley have time to communicate with Beca. Plus, she had practice that day so she doesn't really have time to respond either.
When Friday comes around everyone is packed and ready to go. Aubrey has packed way too much for a weekend in Savannah but hey, whatever floats her boat. We took my dads van. Its not that pretty or but it has a lot of leg room and I need that for long car rides. We end up making a couple pit stops because everyone feels the need to pee every five seconds except me, I'm really good at holding my bladder.
When we arrive, we go directly to the stadium. Its bigger than I expected, its decked out in all black and purple, (obviously the other team's colors) our seats are close to the glass like before. My dad always finds the best seats in the house. He's a huge hockey fan so he likes to be up close, plus it doesn't hurt his son is one of the players. There's a visitor's side so we end up sitting on the other half of the ice. I can tell some people from our school had the same idea because there is a girl sporting a 'Mitchell' jersey and I don't know how I feel about it. How did she even get that?
I'm snapped from my thoughts when the Bulls take the ice. Even with all her padding and loose fitting hockey gear, Beca is hot. I can't wait for this game to be over so I can molest her fine ass. Caleb be damned, its been two weeks since I've seen her and I want a slice of all that is Beca Mitchell.
We're wining by the end of the first. I notice Beca is a little off. She is irritated I can see it in the set of her jaw. Plus, she is being very aggressive tonight and I know that is not how she normally plays. She yells at one Savannah's defensemen and ends up getting knocked down by that player, she is looking for a fight.
Caleb is playing like he owns the place, deflecting goals and slowing the Bulls to maintain the lead. Jesse scores a goal in the second period giving the Bulls a two-point lead. I'm pretty sure Aubrey is drooling next to me.
When the third period begins, Beca faces off a center ice. I didn't expect what happens next. Not even a second after the puck is dropped, Beca looses it and her gloves fly off while she attacks the opposing player. She's throwing punches left and right, she is basically kicking the shit out of this guy.
I'm not sure if I should be angry or turned on, I'm a bit of both. Finally, the ref blows the whistle and pulls Beca off of him. I see a little blood and I hope its not coming from Beca, the other guy got a couple of good punches in too. It didn't matter if she was a girl, its hockey everyone is bound to get hurt. I see them take Beca's arm pulling her towards the benches.
"What's going on?" I ask as a raging Beca is being escorted off the ice. My father gives me a dumb look.
"She's being ejected from the game, Chloe. She just kicked the crap out of someone."
Of course she did but what happens now? Beca is furious and stomps down the hallway, I've never seen her like this. Someone needs to calm her down and I'm hoping it will be me.
"I need to pee, I'll be back."
I lie as I make my way down the bleachers and towards the locker room. I don't really know how I'm going to get into this locker room without being seen. Luckily, the people around the locker room are too busy chatting to notice me slip by them and through the doors. I hear a thud followed by Beca swearing. I glace around the corner.
Beca's jersey is thrown on the floor, along with some padding. Her muscles are tense and her jaw is flexing. She throws her skate across the room and I'm happy I'm not in the way. I'm very nervous to say something. I don't want her to take it out on me, I just want to help her, maybe hold her. Comfort her and tell her its going to be okay. I take a chance with my heart beating really fast.
"Beca?"
Her eyes shoot up to meet mine. They are vibrant with ire. Her back expands and contacts with every heavy breath. Her gaze moves over me hungrily. Oh. My. God. She is scary hot. Almost like the hulk but sexy and not green.
I'm about to get laid in a locker room.
Score one for Beale.