Beca wasn't one to easily get flustered. If anything, she thrived under pressure. She was quick and witty. An idiosyncrasy that got her laid many times before. But at that moment, with Chloe hovering over her, she couldn't do anything. No. She could. She squeaked a fairly indignant response of fear.

"What?" Chloe tilted her head as a confused dog would. She couldn't exactly catch Beca's response until the brunette cleared her throat and got out of the cage made up of Chloe's slender arms. This made the redhead even more confused.

"You're crazy." It was a simple response as Beca pulled her thoughts together. She was now on the other side of the room, fearing for her sanity. Did Chloe Beale just ask her to take her virginity? No.

"Why not?"

Maybe yes.

"Because you're insane?! I'm not going to sleep with you Chloe-"

"But why not!" It wasn't a question this time as Chloe demanded a valid reason. Arms crossed over her chest, foot on the verge of stomping with her next demand.

"I don't see you that way." Beca blurted out the first viable answer she could think of. Chloe was ready to argue, and Beca had to stop her from taking this any further.

It's true. Chloe had always been her friend. Just her friend. Sure she thinks she's beautiful but… She never thought of sleeping with this girl!

Beca was afraid at that moment. She was taken by surprise when usually she was the one lurking for the pounce. She's turned into the prey she had spent her life hunting and she didn't like it. Beca was a hunter. She pursued. And she hadn't pursued Chloe for a reason.

A valid reason.

A reason she hoped would end this soon because Chloe was not thinking straight.

"Oh…" The redhead seemed disappointed by this turn of events. She was used to thinking of herself as highly desirable. It was a fair assumption that came with catching one too many guys staring, or the occasional men who attempt to pick her up when Tom wasn't there.

Yes, men wanted to sleep with Chloe. All men and, until recently, presumably women. But Beca was now telling her otherwise. Beca was rejecting her. Beca was setting her a challenge. "I guess that's fair…" Chloe failed at hiding her conniving smirk.

"It is?" Beca wasn't convinced as Chloe nodded along and shrugged.

"You're not interested, it's cool." Chloe took the chance to glance at her phone. "I should get home, but thanks for the advice Beca…" The redhead walked over and hugged the now less tensed girl. She took in a deep breath, enjoying how Beca instinctively did the same, before letting out a deep sigh of relief. "You always know how to make me feel better." And with a quick kiss to the cheek Chloe was off. Leaving behind a, fairly confused DJ, rhetorically tone deaf.

Monday

Beca wasn't sure what to expect after Chloe's stint the other night. She hadn't spoken to her all weekend. She couldn't after having that bomb of a thought drop on her. A thought that haunted her since Chloe suggested it.

She should sleep with Chloe.

No. She had to tame her own perverse thoughts. That was an irrational request by the redhead and Beca refused to take advantage. Chloe obviously needed to figure stuff out, and that explains why the girl was taking some time off from being social again. Yup, very logical. Chloe needed space, but today Beca would see her, just to make sure they were ok. Nothing else.

Beca looked to no avail. Her eyes drifted along the familiar hall and caught glimpse of the backside of an underdressed blonde. Well, underdressed meaning she wore a skirt that hid very little of her toned thighs, and a shirt that failed to hide her back dimples.

Beca LOVED back dimples.

It didn't take long for the brunette to forget about her friend to pursue this girl. A girl who obviously wanted the attention. A girl Beca would gladly take to bed and "fuck. Chloe?!"

Chloe smirked at Beca, proudly sporting her new hair and outfit choice. "Hi Beca," she greeted nonchalantly.

"Are you crazy, you can't wear that to school?!" Beca reprimanded. "And your hair!"

"You don't like?" Chloe tugged a little on her skirt before playing with her hair. "I felt like a change this weekend. Something different," Chloe leaned closer. "I thought you liked blondes"

It's true, Beca had a weakness for blondes. "No-" she scoffed in denial. "You're going to get in trouble."

"I can take care of myself," Chloe ran her index finger along Beca's jaw, and flicked it off her chin. "See you at lunch." She dismissed as she sauntered off, knowing full well the brunette was struggling to keep her eyes off.

If Beca didn't see Chloe in a sexual light before, she will soon enough.

Beca Mitchell, Challenge accepted.