Author's 1st Note: Phew! That took a while to update. Sorry, guys.

But here it is! Hope you guys enjoy the new chapter. :D

The bus pulled up to their stop and the driver cranked open the door. Chloe stepped out first, cradling Bella in her arms as Beca followed behind her.

"Hey, Princess," Beca said, gaining Chloe's attention. "You forgot your bag on the floor."

Chloe's eyes narrowed as she took the bag Beca was holding out to her.

"Why do you insiston calling me that?"

Beca snickered. "Because you insist on acting like one."

Chloe gasped in offense. "I don't act like a Princess!"

Beca laughed, "She says defensively," and walked passed a still gaping Chloe as she headed in the direction of their houses.

With a frustrated grunt, Chloe hitched her bag over her shoulder and carried Bella with her as she, too, made her way down to their neighboring homes.

Beca stopped when she reached her front door and if Chloe hadn't been paying attention, she would have run right into her.

"Uh, 'scuse me," Chloe said, nudging Beca's back with her elbow. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm just wondering…" Beca said, turning around. "What we're going to do now?"

Chloe's brow arched, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, are we going to hangout and take care of this thing together or–?" Beca lifted Bella's arm and dropped it.

Chloe could tell Beca wasn't really interested in taking care of Bella, which in all honesty, she was actually fine with. If Beca willingly didn't want to participate in the care of Bella, then that was less of a struggle for Chloe to have complete control over the project.

This could actually work in her favor.

"I'll take her tonight," Chloe quickly said, holding Bella closer to her. It was a little possessive, but she couldn't help it. There was a lot riding on this baby doll.

Beca quirked a brow, "You sure?"

Chloe nodded. "Yeah, totes. If, uh–" She started to walk backwards. "If I need your help with anything, I'll give you a call." She was about to turn to face her house, but stopped when a curious expression curved on Beca's face. "What?"

"You have my number?"

Whoops.

"U-Uh…" There was no way Chloe could ever admit that she had secretly found out Beca's phone number two years back. It was in ninth grade when they shared a history class together. The class had been split into five groups of four for a project, and a master sheet of everyone's contact info was made to help with communication amongst the students.

Chloe and Beca weren't in the same group, but when Chloe had her chance to write down her other partner's information, her eyes just happened to fall over Beca's name and her pencil somehow jotted down her cell phone number on a separate piece of paper.

It was a crazy coincidence actually. Chloe still doesn't know how it happened…

"My mom has your house number," Chloe said, quickly. Which was true. "My mom likes to have our neighbor's numbers in case of any emergencies."

Beca's face scrunched as she thought about it. "Huh…" she said. "That's… weird. But okay. I get it."

Chloe smiled nervously. "Uh-huh," she nodded. "So, anyway, yeah. If I need your help I'll call you." Chloe quickly spun around and couldn't get her key out of her bag fast enough. She could feel Beca's eyes still on her, watching her struggle to get the key in the lock and wondering why she was acting like a nervous spaz. Chloe almost dropped the damn thing as she thought about it. "See ya tomorrow!" she said, finally, before stepping into her house and shutting the door.

Chloe wasn't there to see it, but Beca furrowed her brow when Chloe went inside and she shook her head.

"Weirdo."

Chloe plopped down onto her bed, face up, and sighed as she stared at the ceiling.

This was going to be a verylong weekend. The project had only just begun, and already Chloe was letting Beca get under her skin. There was no telling what else could possibly go wrong over the next few days, but hopefully if Chloe could manage to keep Bella all to herself, then maybe she could survive this whole ordeal after all.

Chloe laid her head to the side to look at Bella, whom she had carefully placed on the bed before she fell on top of the mattress. Who would have thought something so small and inanimate would cause such stress?

"So here's the deal," Chloe said, rolling over to lay on her stomach as she spoke to Bella. "Mommy has a lot of studying to do tonight, so if you could just stay quiet and be a good girl–" Chloe patted the top of Bella's synthetic, brown hair. "That would be great."

She smiled at Bella's stilled face, her shiny, piercing blue eyes staring back at Chloe. It was a cute moment, for the first few seconds, but then Chloe thought about the fact that she was talking to a doll.

"Okay." Chloe sat up from her bed and grabbed her bag as she walked over to her desk and sat on her teal, spinning chair. There was a Pre-Calculus, Chemistry, and English test she had to study for, and she didn't want to waste any time.

Chloe was about half an hour into studying for Chemistry when Bella startled her as she suddenly started to cry.

"Shit," Chloe muttered, dropping her book on the desk and standing to walk over to the bed. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay."

Chloe picked Bella up and started to rock with her. "Shh, shh, shh, it's okay." She nibbled on her lower lip nervously as she tried to remember all the ways she could get Bella to stop crying.

What was that first option, again?

Chloe looked down at her wrist.

Oh, right! The bracelet.

Chloe took the purple band she still had around her wrist and pressed it to Bella's chest. Sure enough, a melodic 'ding' chimed from a speaker within her, but to Chloe's dismay, Bella didn't stop crying.

"Oh, come on," Chloe pouted. "Ugh, what else did Mrs. Harrington say..." She rocked Bella backforth as she thought back to the list of ways Mrs. Harrington explained would get the baby to stop crying, and one by one, she tried them all. "Are you hungry?"

Chloe held Bella on her hip as she reached into her bag and blindly searched for the small, plastic bottle they were given earlier in class.

"Got it!" Chloe placed the tip of the bottle against Bella's slightly parted lips and waited. There was another chime and she gasped a smile that didn't last.

Bella still kept crying.

"Come on, Bella," Chloe whined, rocking her faster. "I really need to study. Will you please stop crying?" Chloe knew she wasn't talking to an actual baby, but if she were being honest, it actually kind of helped.

When Bella's high pitched crying continued, Chloe groaned.

"Ugh! Why can't you just say what you want?"

That would be so much easier.

Chloe searched her bag again for anything else that could get Bella to stop and gasped another smile when her fingers ran over a soft material.

"Ooh…" She pulled out the small diaper Mrs. Harrington had given them and held it up. "Does someone need their diaper changed?"

She gently placed Bella on her bed again and undid her pink onesie. The diaper she was already wearing was held together by two small velcro strips and just as Chloe ripped them apart, she was startled by her door suddenly bursting open.

"Oh my God, what is that noise?!" Claire said, barging into Chloe's room like she owned the place. Her eyes fell to Chloe's hands and her brow arched, curiously. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Chloe blinked. "I'm… changing my baby's diaper." Was there really any other way of explaining it?

Claire's expression didn't change, but her eyes suddenly widened.

"Oh!" she gasped. "That's right. I remember that assignment. Ugh, I hated it," she said, flipping her strawberry blonde hair and leaning against Chloe's door frame. "Did you at least get a good partner?"

"Um–" Depends in which context. "I got partnered with Beca Mitchell."

"Ew," Claire said, her face cringing. "The lesbian dyke who lives next door?"

Defensive anger suddenly flashed in Chloe's eyes, and she couldn't resist her natural reaction to the comment.

"Hey," she said, standing up straight. "Don't call her that."

"Why not?" Claire said. "It's what she is."

"You don't even know her."

Ooh… Maybe that wasn't the best thing Chloe could have retorted with.

Claire snorted, "And youdo?" Chloe's expression fell. "You're not even friends with that weirdo."

Chloe's eyes shifted back and forth nervously as she stared at Claire.

"S-So?"

"So why are you defending her?" Her brow was arched as she eyed Chloe suspiciously and Chloe swallowed.

That was a great question. Why was Chloe defending Beca?

"I'm– I'm not."

"No?" Claire asked, her arms crossed. "Cause it sure sounds like it."

Shit. Way to go Chloe.

Chloe controlled her breathing and contained her nerves.

"Well I'm not, alright?" she said, firmly, regaining confidence. "I just didn't think it was a nice thing to say. She's my partner for this project and I don't want any problems. So, if she ever comes over, can you at least be cordial with her?"

Claire's arms were still crossed as she pondered the idea.

"No promises," she said, lowering her arms and turning her body as she prepared to leave. "And if I were you, I'd be a little careful hanging around someone like her in public."

Chloe furrowed her brow. "Why? What do you–"

"We wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea about you."

Her words were heavy as they weighed in Chloe's chest. Chloe knew exactly what she meant and it made her stomach churn. There was no way Claire could ever find out the truth about her.

Atleast, not anytime soon.

With her final comment, Claire turned and left Chloe with a still crying Bella. It took the high pitched screaming to elevate in volume for Chloe to finally snap out of her panicked daze, and she quickly turned her attention back to the doll.

"Shit," Chloe muttered. How long had Bella been crying now? She was sure a point or two had definitely been docked.

She quickly replaced one diaper for the other, and when she picked Bella up, Chloe was relieved to hear that the crying finally stopped.

"There you go," Chloe smiled, bouncing Bella back and forth. "That's a good girl." She carefully placed Bella back on the bed, "Okay. I hope that's all you're going to need for a while." Chloe walked back to her desk, but before she sat down, Chloe turned to point at Bella. "Be good."

To help her focus, Chloe connected her phone to her bluetooth speaker and played some of her favorite music as her brain went back to study mode.

After an hour of silence, Chloe had almost forgotten about Bella.

That is, until her crying started back up again.

"Oh, no, no, no," Chloe said, spinning in her chair to look at Bella. "Not again!"

She picked the baby up and placed her bracelet against her chest. "It's okay, it's okay. Momma's here." The chime hidden within Bella went off, but her crying didn't stop.

"Ugh, okay," Chloe said. "Are you hungry?" She placed the fake bottle against her small plastic lips. Another chime, but the crying continued. "I just changed your diaper," Chloe said, rocking her. "It can't be that."

This was not good. Not only could Chloe not focus with Bella constantly crying, but the longer she couldn't get her to stop, the more points were docked from the overall grade of the assignment.

She needed to think of something, and she needed to think of it fast.

Once Chloe went through her mental list of things again, there was one option left that she hadn't tried before. In fact, she had actually been trying to avoid.

"Dammit," Chloe muttered to herself. Her grade was on the line, so whether she liked it or not, she had to do what she had to do.

Beca had a pair of large, colorful headphones on her ears and her tongue was sticking out from her lips as she virtually murdered a shit ton of zombies. She was on a roll, too, until she heard the doorbell ring.

*ding-dong*

Her father had just stepped out to visit the grocery store, so there was no one else who could answer the door.

But that was fine. Beca's game was more important at the moment. Whoever was at the door could come back another time.

*ding-dong*

If it was a package, they could just leave it on the porch.

*ding-dong, ding-dong*

Beca wasn't interested in being a Jehovah witness, anyway.

*ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong*

Wow, these kids are really determined when it comes to ding-dong ditching.

*ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong*

"Fuck!" Beca cried, her focus lost as her character got stuck and devoured by a swarm of zombies. "Alright, alright!" She groaned as she tossed her headphones and controller onto the couch and stomped her way over to the front door. "I swear this better be an emergen– Oh..." She blinked when she opened the door and found a brow furrowed Chloe swaying a screaming Bella back and forth.

"What are you doing here?" Beca asked. "And damn–" She took a step out and turned to examine her doorbell. "Did you break my doorbell?"

"You weren't answering the door," was Chloe's response and walked into Beca's house without hesitation.

Beca's brows rose in surprise. "Sure, come on in."

Once she was in the living room, Chloe spun around to face Beca.

"I need your help," she said.

Beca walked in with fingers in her ears and a pinched expression on her face. "I can't imagine with what."

Chloe ignored Beca's discomfort and sarcasm and continued. "I can't get Bella to stop crying," she said, stepping closer. "I've tried everything, but I think she needs to interact with you."

"What?" Beca said. "How is she–" Beca corrected herself. "I mean, how is this thing going to know the difference between you and me?"

"Stop calling her a 'thing,'" Chloe said. "And I think you need to press your bracelet against her chest so she knows the other parent is spending time with her, too." Chloe looked at Beca's empty wrists and scoffed. "You're not even wearing it!?"

"Hey," Beca snapped. She hated being scolded. Especially if she was being scolding by Chloe freakin' Beale. "You were the one who wanted to take care of it tonight." She walked over to the end of the couch where she had tossed her backpack and reached inside to fish out the purple band. "I wasn't planning on wearing this thing if I wasn't going to need it."

Chloe's eyes narrowed in annoyance as Beca approached her.

"Alright, come on," Beca said, her arms extended. "Hand it over."

Chloe frowned. "Her name is Bella."

Beca rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, okay! Bella," she said. "Can you please hand over Bella?"

Chloe hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave in and passed the crying doll over to Beca.

Beca pressed her wrist to Bella's chest and sure enough, her crying stopped.

"There. The beast has been silenced," Beca said, holding Bella out towards Chloe, her brow curving when Chloe didn't take her. "What?" Beca asked. "Oh, come on, I was just kidding," she explained. "I don't actually think it's a beast."

Chloe snickered and shook her head. "No, it's not that." She stared at her, hesitating on what she was going to ask next. "Look," Chloe said. "I don't like asking for favors and I know I said I would take care of Bella tonight, but–" She chewed on her bottom lip and Beca ignored the way it made her body tingle. "Could you just keep her for the rest of the night? There's a few things I have to take care of at home, and if she keeps crying, I don't think I'll be able to get it all done."

Beca looked at her skeptically. She wasn't fond of the idea of having to take care of the doll, considering she had made herself very comfortable on the couch and was looking forward to not having any homework to do. But Chloe was staring at her with those bright, pleading blue eyes. It sounded like she really needed this favor, and Beca wasn't a monster.

So how could she say no?

After a silent beat, Beca sighed. "Yeah, I guess." Damn those blue eyes. "That's fine."

"Oh my gosh, thank you!" Without warning, Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca in a firm hug.

Beca could feel heat spread across her cheeks as well as down between her legs as their bodies pressed up against one another. It was a new and unexpected sensation, but damn did it feel good.

Chloe let go and separated from her sooner than Beca would have preferred, and she chuckled nervously.

"Sorry," Chloe said. Was that a blush on her cheeks? "I just… really appreciate it."

"Y-Yeah," Beca stuttered, clearing her throat. "No problem. I was planning on staying in anyway," she said, nodding towards her X-Box console and flat screen tv.

"Zombies," Chloe said, nodding. "Nice."

They shared a laugh and before the after silence could get too awkward, Chloe broke it with a chirpy farewell.

"Okay! So…" She fiddled with her fingers for a moment before separating her hands and placing them at her sides. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning," she smiled.

Beca smiled back. "Yeah, uh… here–" She placed Bella down on the couch and extended a hand. "Let me walk you out." Beca led Chloe back to the front door and opened it. "See ya tomorrow."

Chloe stepped out but turned back around. "Please take good care of her."

Wow. Chloe really took this project seriously. It made Beca chuckle.

"I will."

"You promise?" Her tone was suddenly very serious. It was almost intimidating.

Almost.

"God, will you stop worrying!" Beca laughed. "I promise, okay? Everything will be fine."

Chloe looked at her doubtfully for a moment, but then her expression softened.

"Okay," Chloe said. "Thank you, again."

Beca nodded. "No problem." Chloe smiled at her one last time and Beca watched silently as her ridiculously attractive neighbor made her way back to her house.

Once Chloe was inside, Beca sighed and walked back to the living room. She stopped when she reached the couch and stared at the fake baby doll that was staring right back at her.

"Well this is awkward," Beca said, her fingers twitching against her legs. She wasn't sure what she should do next. The doll wasn't crying, so that technically meant it didn't need attention, right?

It didn't take long for Beca to decide that that was the case, and she shrugged her shoulders before plopping back down onto the couch and re-immersing herself in the virtual, post-apocalyptic world of zombies.

She was about twenty minutes into a new game when her cell phone started to ring.

"Damnit!" Beca cried, trying her best to stay focused on the game. "Can't a girl get some peace in her own home?!" The phone kept ringing and she sighed in defeat when she realized who's ringtone it was. She paused the game and reached for her phone. "What do you want, Jesse?" she said, perhaps a little sassier than was necessary.

"Damn, Bec," Jesse said, through the speaker. "What's with the hostility?"

Beca sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just in the middle of a good zombie game and you know how I hate getting interrupted."

"Wait, so you're not even ready?" Jesse asked, causing Beca to furrow her brow.

"Ready for what?"

"Are you serious?" Jesse said. "Our game starts in twenty minutes. Bumper's already at the park!"

Beca's eyes went wide. "Shit!" She had completely forgotten about the basketball game she, Jesse, and their friend Benji were going to play against their fellow peer Bumper and his group of goons. How could she forget? They had been planning this showdown for weeks! "Shit, I'm so sorry, Jess. I completely forgot."

"What!" Jesse cried, so loud that Beca had to yank the phone away from her ear. "You forgot? How could you forget?!"

"Dude!" Beca snapped. "Stop yelling." She groaned, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But–" Her eyes darted to the small, plastic baby sitting at the other end of the couch, and her brows curved. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it tonight."

Jesse went silent and Beca's face scrunched knowing the only way Jesse ever shut up is if he was really upset or bothered by something.

"You're– You're joking… right?"

Shit.

"No, dude," Beca said. She hated the idea of letting Jesse down, but what was she supposed to do? She had promised Chloe that she would take care of their fake baby that night. "Chloe left me with the baby doll tonight. I have to take care of it."

"Seriously?" Jesse said, and Beca could tell he was getting upset. "Beca, you know how important this game is! We lost to Bumper and his stupid friends last time, and he hasn't let us live it down yet. We have to redeem ourselves!"

Beca worried her bottom lip as she continued to stare at Bella. She felt like she had reached a pivotal cross road, and she wasn't sure which path was the right one to take.

"Beca," Jesse suddenly said, breaking the brief moment of silence. "The game is only going to take a couple of hours. We only lose twenty-four points for every hour the baby is left crying, and that's if it even starts crying." Okay. That was a fair point. "You'll only lose, like, forty-eight points at the most. You'll still have a good score."

Fuck. Jesse was making a good argument. Forty-eight points wouldn't do much to the overall grade of the project. Their score would still be in the high nine hundreds, which would definitely still be an 'A.'

Maybe she could go.

"I don't know, Jess," Beca hesitated.

"Please," Jesse pleaded.

Beca's gut was telling her that this was not a good idea, but her heart was aching, too. How could she let her best friend in the whole world down? It wasn't fair to him that they got saddled with the stupid project when they did.

Beca took in a breath and sighed. "You're sure it's only gonna take a few hours?" she asked.

"Of course!" Jesse said. Beca could practically hear the smile in his voice. "Me you and Benji have been practicing and gotten so good. We'll beat Bumper and his lame-o friends in no time!" Beca could feel a knot forming in her stomach. "Two hours tops."

Two hours tops...

There was another moment of silence as Beca thought about it one last time before finally coming to her reluctant decision.

Fuck it. What was two hours, anyways? In two hours she'll be back home and back with the dumb doll, and hopefully not too many points would have been lost.

It'll be fine, Beca thought.

"Okay," she said. "Alright. I'll meet you at the park in ten minutes."

"Yes!" Jesse shouted. "Thank you, thank you! You're not gonna regret this, Bec." Though there was a part of Beca that screamed that she would. "We're gonna kick Bumper's ass tonight!"

With his final cheer, Jesse ended the call and Beca was left with a heavy weight in her chest. But there was no time to dwell on that. Beca needed to get her ass up and changed for this freaking basketball game!

After running upstairs to her room to change out of her jeans and black t-shirt, into a tank top and basketball shorts, Beca ran back down to the living room where she almost crashed into her dad as he walked with two handfuls of grocery bags.

"Woah!" he said, taking a step back. "Slow down there, kiddo," He noted her choice in wardrobe. "Ooh, where you off to?"

"The park," Beca said, quickly maneuvering around him to grab her phone from the couch. It was then that her eyes landed on that freaking baby doll again and she groaned. "Shit," she muttered.

"What was that?" Her father asked as he walked by her towards the kitchen.

She spun back around, "Nothing!" and held Bella behind her. "Um… I just–" She started to walk backwards. "I forgot something upstairs. I'm gonna go grab it and then I'm going to leave."

Her father placed some of the bags on the kitchen counter before turning to look and quirk a brow at her. "Okay."

Beca chuckled nervously and quickly ran back up the stairs to her bedroom. She scanned the area for a safe place to put the doll, but the only spot she could think of as being "safe," was her bed. Beca shrugged before carefully placing Bella between her two pillows.

Beca figured the pillows would keep the baby upright, away from any risk of falling over and causing her to cry again. This was perfect!

As Beca continued to look at her, she tilted her head to the side in thought. What if Bella did start crying while she was gone? Beca didn't want her dad to hear it and lecture her about being irresponsible on her project.

Yeah, no. Beca hatedher father's lectures.

She decided to keep Bella between the pillows, but instead of leaving her out in the open, Beca drew her blanket and duvet up and placed it on top of the doll. She felt like she was smothering an actual baby to death, but she had to do what she had to do.

Beca needed to muffle that speaker.

Once Bella was nice and snug under the covers, Beca nodded her head and backed out of her room.

"Don't you fucking cry," she said, pointing at the doll before finally leaving and shutting the door behind her.

Two hours tops. That's how long their game was supposed to last. That's what Beca had reminded herself of when she got to the park and greeted her friends.

But when their game reached the three and a half hour mark, the only things Beca could think about were how tired she was and how she really wanted to kick Bumper's ass.

Sweat was dripping from her forehead as Beca stared Bumper down. One more point, that was all she was going to need to end the game. Just one. More. Point.

The ball was tossed into the air and despite being physically shorter than Bumper, Beca managed to jump just a smidge higher than him and knocked the ball over in Jesse's direction.

"Jess, heads up!"

Luckily Jesse was right there to catch and ran down to the other side of the court.

"Block him!" Bumper cried, directing his friends to chase after Jesse. "Come on, guys!"

Jesse made it halfway down the court before Donald jumped in front of him and spread his arms out. "Benji!" Jesse shouted, getting his best friend's attention before throwing the ball his way.

Beca gasped when Benji almost dropped it, but he didn't! And he quickly juked away from Unicycle, Bumper's other obnoxiously dude-ish friend.

"Bro!" Bumper screamed, running to follow after Benji. "How could you let that nerd get passed you?!"

"He's faster than I remember!" Uni cried.

Benji made it to the net, but just as he did, Bumper and Unicycle had caught up to him.

"Give it up, nerd," Bumper smirked, keeping his arms wide so Benji couldn't escape. "There's nowhere to run."

Benji's eyes were wide with panic as they darted back and forth between Bumper and Unicycle, but then his gaze landed on Beca and he grinned as he looked back at Bumper.

"Hey, Bumper," he said.

Bumper's brow curved downward. "What?"

Without saying anything else, Benji bounced the ball between Bumper's legs and watched as Beca caught it from behind him.

"Thanks, Benji!" Beca smiled, completely open and happy the boys had chosen to underestimate her. She bounced the ball once before turning towards the basket and shooting. She held her breath as it bounced around the hoop a few times, but then it finally came down and fell smoothly through the net. "Yes!" Beca cheered, jumping up and down as victory flooded through her veins. "Fuck, yes!"

Bumper gawked at the net. "Son of a bi–"

"You did it, Becaw!" Jesse cheered, roughly hitting Bumper's shoulder with his own as he ran towards Beca. "We won!" He picked Beca up into a tight hug and she groaned when he practically squeezed her to death.

Benji quickly joined in on the hug and Beca was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

"Can't… breathe," she muttered.

"Oh, sorry," Jesse said putting her down. "I'm just so happy!"

"Good shot, Beca," Benji said, patting her back.

Beca was exhausted and sore, but it felt good to win.

She looked over to see Bumper throwing his hat onto the floor and kicking it in frustration, "Dammit!" and she snickered.

"Sucks to suck, Bumper!" Beca teased. She had always been a fan of shit talking.

Bumper glared at her, "Whatever, shorty!" He shook his head and grabbed his friends as he started to walk away in defeat.

Beca laughed. "Don't be mad 'cause this shorty just kicked your ass!"

Yeah. It definitely felt good to win.

It was almost ten thirty by the time Beca got home. She knew her father would already be in bed, considering he was always up super early to go to work, so she tiptoed her way to the couch and collapsed onto it.

She was too tired and her legs were too sore to walk up the stairs anyway, so the couch was going to have to be her bed for the night. Beca had fallen asleep on the couch before. It was actually pretty comfortable.

A smile curved on her lips as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep with thoughts of her victory. Beca was genuinely proud of herself for what she did, and she was looking forward to the following morning at school, completely forgetting about the fake baby that was screaming under the covers of her bed.

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