AN: Thank you to everyone who's Reviewed, Followed, and Favorited this story. Your support truly does help encourage me to write. I'm very self-conscious about what I write a lot of the time, and go through several iterations of self criticism before publishing anything. As you can imagine this causes delays in posting new chapters. But seeing people enjoy my story does help, so thank you, and for that I'm going to try to post faster.

-Ren

The rest of the day dragged along. After lunch it seemed that Beca was unable to avoid Chloe. Every turn she took the blonde was there.

It's not that she was scared or embarrassed or even ashamed. She just didn't want to apologise for anything. In her mind she had nothing to apologise for. Well, maybe the whole virgin comment. No, that was self defense and in a court of law- point is she doesn't feel like talking to Chloe.

This also meant she didn't want Chloe to come up and talk to her either. Because Chloe fixed all problems, and knowing herself, she would give in to her apology despite thinking Chloe is in the wrong with this whole ordeal. So she did what she knew was always best and tried to avoid her problems.

It didn't work.

In chemistry they were lab partners. Beca was fully prepared to spill acid down her front than be there. Fortunately, they were assigned quiet pre-reading time for their experiment next week. Meaning Beca was fully prepared to invest all her attention on the worksheet than the now blonde next to her.

In English, Beca sat behind Chloe. She never noticed the faint freckles on Chloe's neckline. The way she easily collected her hair up in a bun, held together by a well placed pencil. Despite having been well hidden behind Chloe to avoid her, she just couldn't stop star-

"Beca?!"

"What? I mean, yes?"

Their teacher was towering over the brunette, tapping her foot in aggravation at the student that has successfully ignored her for the last couple of minutes.

"Your homework?" She quirked an annoyed brow at the girl who fumbled to give her the essay requested.

By gym, Beca was about to die. She never realised how many classes she had with the redhead. Mainly because she was busy staring at other girls, and or actually learning. That's all gone down the drain now. Good bye education.

Beca turned around and there she was, half naked in their locker-room, talking to the other girls. Of course Chloe owned a shamefully lacy bra and panties for a virgin. Damn it Beale.

"Beca?" Beca turns to another blonde. "Did you want to pick up where we left off Friday?" The girl from the other night flirtatiously ran her fingers along her own collar to draw the brunette's attention to where she used her mouth just a few days ago.

"Oh yeah sure, maybe later," Beca shrugged and walked off. Too many turn-ons. She was going to pass out watching girls run up and down a field in shorts... Watch Chloe... Nope.

"Coach, I'm not feeling too great," she had to get out of there. Thankfully her coach was rather nice about one thing. "I think I'm starting my period." And by nice, he was just too embarrassed to deal with it.

By the end of the day, her and Chloe have exchanged one too many knowing glances that she couldn't go straight home. That and Chloe managed to catch up with her after their last class. Despite how far outside Beca had walked, Chloe was right there, hand reaching for her's to keep her from running off.

"Becs, I'm sorry..." The older of the two started, forcing Beca to turn and face her and those upsetting-to-look-at baby blue eyes. "I shouldn't have called you names," Chloe let go of her hand now, knowing she got what she wanted to say across.

"It's ok... I mean, I am... Most days." Beca tried to loose up the conversation, mostly by self deprecating herself and agreeing with Chloe's earlier name calling. She awkwardly looked at her shoes, her hands, anywhere but Chloe as she got the next three words out. "I'm sorry too," She struggled knowing how disingenuous the apology was.

"Apology accepted," Chloe perked up. The concern faded from her blue eyes with a blink and she was back to her eagerly cheerful self.

"Good, so we're good?" Beca had to make sure. They've never fought before. This was new territory being mad but not mad at Chloe.

Chloe placed a reassuring hand on Beca's shoulder. "Of course we are," she gave her a firm squeeze for extra measure. "I can't stay mad at my best friend."

Aubrey pulled up beside the two in her car, ready to pick up Chloe.

"I have to go, but we're good," Chloe leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Beca's cheek before getting into the car with Aubrey.

Beca stood there for a few minutes after the two drove off. She was still mad at Chloe. Not for the name calling, just this whole sacrificing herself for others. But they apologised so she should just get over it.

Yup, go home and get over it.

Beca couldn't sleep that night. She kept thinking over the implications of possibly, maybe, sleeping with Chloe. First, she can't cause they're best friends. Then there's the whole, she's not gay. Or... Maybe she is? Chloe had only ever dated Tom, and in three years haven't had sex. They've supposedly tried but Beca doubts Tom's ever even touched Chloe's-

She shouldn't be thinking about her friend's private parts.

No, maybe Tom's gay. But considering how often he's stared at Beca's developed breasts instead of her face says otherwise.

Ok so Chloe is possibly bi-curious. That's fine. That's great actually since Beca has dealt with curious girls and hasn't disappointed. They just moved on from their phase but, for the most part they were left satisfied. She could satisfy Chloe.

No. Wait. Rewind. Chloe is only interested in this to lose her virginity. It's not a curiosity thing. But her comment earlier...

"Aaaggghhhh" Beca groaned loudly as her brain went to overdrive analysing at 3am.

Tomorrow was going to be a bitch!

The next day, Chloe was dressed a little less provocatively. But, if Beca looked enough, she could catch a glimpse of those back dimples as she reached up in her locker...

Alright, maybe Beca had reached a new low. Stalking her friend from behind her open locker wasn't exactly where she expected to be today. She should've called in sick, and maybe just caught up on sleep she sacrificed thinking about the blonde.

Another guy walked up to Chloe, hand on her back, a friendly kiss to the cheek. Hand still on her back. Asking her about class. Hand still there.

Beca was about to lose her mind. She's surprised his hand didn't fall off from how hard she was staring at it.

As if she knew, Chloe looked over to Beca's locker. Beca was far too focuses on this guy's hand to notice Chloe until she moved closer to the older boy and started to whisper something in his ear.

The entire transaction only took a minute or two, but the scene unfolding felt like an eternity to Beca as she watched until she couldn't anymore. She slammed her locker shut to walk off, grabbing the attention of the two and many others.

She was not jealous! She does not get jealous!