Chloe Beale never had to try hard to get what she wants. She's blessed with natural beauty, she has excellent study and exercise regimes, and is overall supported by a loving family.

For all intents and purposes, Chloe Beale is the American Girl of their high school. Loved by all, diplomatic, helpful, kind... Where the Queen Bees of the school battled it out with each other they neglected to notice that Chloe was the ultimate IT girl. She had it all. She was just nice enough not to show it off or gather unwanted attention.

But Beca knew. Beca knew because Beca paid attention. Beca saw Chloe as this perfect being because Chloe had to be perfect. It was expected of her. From her family, her peers. Chloe Beale never did anything out of the ordinary... Until now.

"So, you're blonde?" One of the girls, Aubrey, pointed out. "Is that to look like-"

"No, I just wanted to try something new. What do you think?" Chloe tried not to step on Aubrey's ego, because Chloe avoids conflict. Chloe is a peace keeper and looks for positives in everyone.

"I think you should've asked me first." Aubrey explained before getting up to join another table with her boyfriend. She was upset, but it never lasts. No one could hate Chloe Beale.

"Hey..." Beca took the chance to sit with the newly made blonde, since the other girl left. She could have come over sooner but the former occupant of her seat displeases her. Frankly, she simply hated Aubrey. End of.

"Hi," Chloe smirked. A habit she was evidently getting used to doing with Beca nearby.

"So... How've you been since Friday?" Beca asked awkwardly. She wasn't exactly sure if this was the best question. She did want to know, mainly to dissolve the issue that's been evidently present as of.

"Great," Chloe leaned closer. "I had a lot to think about and..." She shut her eyes and let out a pleased sigh... Possibly a moan. Beca couldn't tell as her brain tried to record it for later.

"Good thoughts?" Beca couldn't help but sink into her game, eyes glued to lips that enticed her with such suggestive breathes.

"The best I've ever had," Chloe leaned closer, giving Beca a visual that the brunette could not avoid.

So close, but Beca knew better. She couldn't give in to temptation while Chloe was... Whatever she was.

"Chloe, listen. I know what you're doing, but this isn't you..." It isn't. No, this is very new. Not the Chloe people expected, but the end result is still the same. To be the person others expect her to be. And this Chloe is seemingly, desperately, horny for Beca.

"I'm still me, with different hair." Chloe shrugged, playing ignorant to Beca's words until the girl couldn't help it. Beca couldn't play with words and sexual advances all at once from the redhead. She could barely comprehend it.

"You're not gay." Beca replied harshly. Not that she minded having taken advantage of other girls' curiousity but Chloe... "You're straight, you like guys," she listed prior to the conclusive statement to make her point, "you should get fucked with a dick."

Ok so maybe Beca went overboard. By the look on Chloe's face, she most certainly has.

"What do you know?" Chloe furrowed her brow. "You keep saying that I should be me, and not let what others think of me change that." She started to get up, lunch tray barely touched, having lost her appetite.

"So this is the real you?" Beca challenged Chloe's sudden outburst.

"Maybe it is. But you never disappoint Beca Mitchell," Chloe was now gathering her things, backpack secured on one shoulder, ready to leave. She needed to do this now or never and make it clear to Beca that she's either with her or against her.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Beca got up in suit and ready to argue with Chloe.

"You're always you." It wasn't a question as Chloe stepped threateningly close to stare down the younger girl. "You're always an ass," it came out as a harsh whisper while blue eyes burned with anger, "who can expect anything more from our resident bitch."

"Better a bitch than a virgin," Beca bit back. She couldn't help it. Her defences shot up, and she was cornered. She regretted it instantly but it was too late. The damage was done, evident by blue drops in shades of red.

Chloe left.