Bechloe prompt: beca is like really shy in class so, the teacher asigns Chloe to help her and beca is really nervous from dropping her water, stuttering, saying irrelevant things. Chloe then realizes what's happening and gives beca her number at the end of class.
Beca Mitchell hated math. She was truly convinced her mind was not made to solve equations and understand even the relevance of mathematic problems. That's why she stayed quiet during every math class; eyes focussed on her book every time Mrs. Devour asked a question, praying she forgot Beca's existence. She never did.
"Beca, how about you?"
And there it was. The sign for Beca to answer the question written on the bord. A few classmates stared at her, including the beautiful redhead named Chloe Beale. She's sitting right next to her, one hand underneath her chin, not hiding the fact that she's staring at Beca.
"I, ehm.." Beca is trying her best to focus on the question, but she feels her crush's blue eyes burning on the side of her face and all she can think of is how to hide the redness coming onto her cheeks. Beca's an awkward person, sure. But never shy, unless it came to Chloe Beale. Ever since the first math class, Chloe's been seating herself next to Beca. Now twelve classes later, they shared looks, but never words. Beca blames the strict teacher for never allowing them to talk, although Beca probably wouldn't know what to say if she had the chance.
"Anyone else?" The teacher annoyingly asks the rest of the class and Beca watches Chloe raise her hand instantly. She gives an answer; something about variables. Beca wouldn't understand it, even if she wasn't so caught up in the way Chloe flips her hair to the other side of her head, the way her lips curl into a small smile when Mrs. Devour says she's got it right. Beca realizes she's been staring when their eyes meet and she quickly moves back to her book.
"Good job, Chloe. How about you go help Beca with this week's assignment? Pages thirty-one until forty, everyone."
Beca's glad the whole class sighed, because she's pretty sure the lump she swallowed in her throat was otherwise hearable by everyone around. She watches the redhead move in from the corner of her eye and she's instantly hit with the smell of Chloe's parfume.
Beca tries to keep her gaze at the words written in her book, acting like she's thinking about an answer to the first question when she hasn't even read it yet.
"What are you doing?"
Beca's scared to look up, but her face moves anyway and she's met with a pair of big, blue, shining eyes and a bright smile. She quickly moves her eyes back on the book and then back at the girl.
"Shh.. I was.. I was just trying to uhm.. Fix this." Beca hits her pen at the book and nods as if she's satisfied with her answer, which she's not. She's returned with a grin by Chloe and silence takes over, probably turning Beca's cheeks red once again.
"Okay let's do this one first." Chloe grabs the book and puts the end of the pen in her mouth as she scams the question. Beca is following the movements of her eyes, going through the lines fast. She's so lost in the colour of Chloe's eyes, she doesn't know the girl had grabbed her chair until her face is inches away from hers.
"Read." Chloe says firm and Beca hesitates not to follow this order, which is weird, because usually she hates orders. She tries to understand the words in the book, but Chloe Beale's face is now millimeters away from hers and Beca's heart is beating out of her chest as she unconsciously takes in the parfume of the ginger.
"I already got it." Chloe whispers in Beca's ear and the brunette forgets how to breathe. She keeps her eyes closed until the lingering of Chloe's breath on her ear is gone. It's not until the redhead asks her what she thinks the answer is, Beca feels confident enough to speak up.
"I don't know, these aren't even words."
"Sure they are." Chloe laughs and Beca's lips curl into a smile by just the sight of it. "Here, look. If y equals to sec x plus tan x, then what equals to dy/dr?"
"See, they're not words!" Beca exclaims leaving Chloe once again giggling and Beca thinks if she could just make this girl laugh every day, life wouldn't be so bad.
Beca had been so caught up, she almost didn't hear the buzz that released them from class, but Chloe's quick on her feet and already on her way out. Beca wonders if she should say something, but words come short once again. She takes her time stuffing the book in her bag before getting up as well, ready to leave the room last, when she's met with the now familiar eyes and smile.
"Call me if you need some tutoring."
Chloe hands her a note and throws her a wink, and then she's out the door. And Beca curses herself, knowing damn well she will never learn math if Chloe Beale is teaching her.