AN: I'm really sorry about the delay. I've had a lot going on, and frankly I just wasn't inspired. I kind of wanted to impress this girl, to be my friend, and I fucked it up and went into a downward spiral of self-criticism and depression. I'm back and I hope, having forced myself to write this chapter, I can get back into the kick of things.

Sorry again.

-Ren

Beca wasn't close to her emotions. They hardly met, and once a month they collided in time with her periodical "visit". Overall, Beca didn't spend much time admitting she even had emotions.

However, today, she was taken over by an ugly green monster that decided she should feel all that it feels. Disgust, intolerance, anger, hate... Yes, it all crept up whenever she saw Chloe and her new boy, Ben.

Ben never even showed up on her radar of people to potentially murder until this morning. Now he was there. All. The. Time.

"You ok?"

Beca was startled out of her envy for a moment as a friend, Jesse, appeared.

"Beca?" He tried again as she's yet to respond, evidently gathering her last trail for attempt at homicide.

"Yeah I'm fine." Her answer came with a wave of her hand for him to leave her alone as she glared at the couple sitting a few tables away from her. Chloe and Ben, across from Aubrey and her guy. Just a couple of couples. God she felt sick.

Jesse leaned over to catch Beca's periphery before looking back at the evidently angered face the brunette had plastered on.

"Woah... I'd hate to be Ben Castles right now," he made obvious how clear Beca's intentions were. "What'd he do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Beca didn't even bother hiding it as she snapped a spoon the second Ben's lips met Chloe's cheek.

"Dude!" Jesse pulled away in shock, mouth gaped before leaning in. "You like chloe now?" He's known the two for years, but it just never happened. It didn't seem like it would with Chloe always with Tom and Beca was with… every girl in the school. Probably the main benefit of being Beca's friend was girls talking to him long enough about Beca that he had an in.

"I don't. I just don't like how this guy just came out of nowhere," Beca tried, miserably, to seem more protective and less on the verge of potentially impaling Ben's head on the end of her broken spoon.

"Didn't they go on a date?" Jesse pondered out loud. He figured Beca would know this, being Chloe's best friend.

"Yeah…" Beca got up at that. She did NOT want to talk about this. She needed to calm her shit before her next class and that meant one thing. Some herbal remedies.

Beca snuck out of school easily. Once she was out, she lost any intentions of going back for the day. Fuck school. If it meant she had to see anymore of Ben on Chloe… nope. She just made her way home, into her bed, lit some incense and a joint and relaxed because that's what she needed to do.

The sun was on the brink of saying goodnight. Beca's room was filled with an orange hue, which meant her dad would be home soon. She got up, sprayed some air freshener for extra measure and just on time, she heard the front door open. She sighed and readied herself for the possible interrogating that comes with one call from school to his phone.

She opened the door and there she was. Her now blonde best friend. Blue eyes twinkling, smile radiant, and everything about her was just…

"Hey, you ditched class without me," Chloe almost whined as she stepped into Beca's room.

"I did, yeah-"

"You're not upset with me still are you?" Chloe asked light-heartedly as she found her place on Beca's bed. "Because you were kind of glaring at lunch."

"You saw that, huh?" Beca didn't try to hide it.

"Everyone in the cafeteria saw it, Ben kept asking why the alt. chick wanted to kill us," Chloe teased.

"Ben, should mind his own business," Beca huffed as she sat beside Chloe.

"So it is Ben," Chloe grinned with every clue. "You don't like him? Too mainstream?"

"Too many lies. Doesn't he think you're sexually ready?"

"I am very much sexually ready, minus a tiny detail-"

"Your virginity." It wasn't exactly a question, but Beca was surprised to hear this from the same girl who made a huge deal about it when she waited with Tom.

"Which you can help me with," Chloe leaned in closer. Hand reaching over, missing beca and picking up a rolled joint off her night stand. "You wouldn't want your dad to see this," she presented it between her thumb and index finger before slyly bringing it to her lips. Beca watched mesmerised as every motion the former redhead made, from getting the lighter, shielding it with one hand as she lit her joint. The way her whole body inhaled, the paper burning, crackling as she drew the smoke in, before pulling it away to exhale against Beca's lips.

"What's in it for me?" Beca finally allowed for the discussion. Seems like she could give Chloe exactly what she wants. With that thought, she plucked the joint for her own needs. Keep calm, steady, and maybe, just maybe, she can make it through this interaction.

"You get me," Chloe offered easy, but watching Beca the brunette didn't seem impressed by that factor. "Name your terms," Chloe shrugged.

"I get to decide when." Beca offered the joint back, and waited for Chloe to take another drag. "I get to decide how." Chloe trembled with how confident Beca seemed compared to her inexperienced self. "I get to do whatever I want to you."

Chloe's lips fell open at the idea. She hadn't seen this side of Beca before, but has heard of it. Assertive. The girls loved it, and Chloe's had to deal with a few of the girls who wanted more of it.

"I get you, and you lose yourself to me."