Hey guys! Sorry I didn't post a chapter last week- I wanted to get the 12 Days of Pitchmas one-shot done. Also, my brother was home for a couple days (he drives truck) and he brought his adorable puppy (blue-nosed pitbull, 7 weeks old) home for the first time. But here's the next chapter!
Also, next chapter will go back to more of the actual movie. I know it's been pretty AU-ish lately, so we're gonna get it back on track.
Chapter 14
Aubrey's POV
"You look distracted." A soft voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I turn to see Stacie sit down next to me at the piano.
Ever since last night, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what my father said. He made it sound like this mission was positively affecting him, and we've never had missions like that before. It's because she killed his best friend, I keep trying to convince myself, but something still feels wrong.
"I'm ok." I turn and give her a soft smile, and she smiles back, making me glad I'm such a good actress.
"Good. Wanna come over tonight?" She winks, causing my stomach to flip.
I make eye contact with Chloe, and she nods. "Sure."
"Awesome." With a swift kiss to the cheek, she saunters away.
"Eww." I hear Mitchell mutter, and Stacie wraps an arm around her shoulder.
"We all have our own tastes, Mitchell." She laughs, and Mitchell pushes her arm off of her.
"You seriously suck, did you know that?"
I can see the taller brunette's wink from here. "You and I both know this."
Mitchell gasps. "You swore never to mention that again."
"Mitchell and Stacie, I never would have guessed." I jump when I hear Chloe's voice in my ear.
With an eye roll, I turn to look over at the redhead. "Me neither, Stacie doesn't seem to be Mitchell's type."
Just as I expected, Chloe's face turns a shade or two darker red. "How would you know what Mitchell's type is?"
I sigh. "Chloe, I was there last night. I heard what she said to Swanson."
"Oh." She sits down next to me and looks at the ground.
"Are you ok?" I ask and take her hand, and she looks back up at me with an uneasy smile.
"Yeah, I'm ok."
"Are you sure?"
She nods again. "Yeah, I'm sure. It changes things, sure, but we still have a mission to do."
"Right." I give her an affirmative smile to make her think I believe her. In reality, it feels like she's hiding something from me, and I don't like it.
"Alright, let's get out of here." Chloe says With a smile, but I shake my head.
"Actually, there's something I need to do, so you go ahead. Take the car."
"Luke?"
"Yeah."
She smiles and gives me a quick hug. "I don't know what you're going to do, but good luck."
"Thanks." I give her a smile when she pulls away, and she winks before running up to Jessica and Ashley and linking her arms with theirs.
I shake my head lovingly and turn to walk away, only to run into something- or someone. With something pretty close to a scream, I flinch back and look up to see Luke Stroma himself staring down at me. With one fluid motion, he grabs my ear com and chucks it.
"Aubrey Posen. Is that even your name?" He asks in his false, British accent.
"Is your accent even real?" I fire back, and it isn't until after I've said it that I realize it's a lame comeback.
In another quick movement, the blonde grabs both of my hands and pins them behind my back. In an American accent, he asks, "who do you work for?"
Glancing around, I almost sigh when I realize we're completely alone- not even Chloe is still here in the amphitheatre. This is also good though, because no one can get hurt.
"I could ask you the same thing." I grunt, and he laughs.
"But see, you already know, don't you?" He pulls me back out of the room by dragging me.
"Let me go, and we can talk." I try, and he pauses. If I'm being honest, he'd have to be stupid to believe it, but it's worth a try.
"Nice try, bitch." He continues to drag me to wherever he's trying to take me.
"Then you leave me no choice." I elbow him in the gut as hard as I can, and he gasps in pain. I use this to my advantage and pull away from him. As soon as he realizes what I've done, he lunges at me, and I quickly dodge out of the way. While doing so, I kick him forward, and he falls to the ground.
"Did you think I was going to go easily?" I ask sarcastically, and he grunts as he gets back up.
"A guy can hope, can't he?" He responds, putting both fists in front of him and bending a little at the knees.
I mimic his stance. "Sure, he could, but it'd be pretty pointless to."
"Then you leave me no choice." He laughs and lunges at me again. This time, I punch him in the face, and he staggers backward, but not before hitting me as well.
"You aren't very good at this, are you?" I ask in a falsely sweet voice, and he spits out a mouthful of blood. I ignore the blood I feel pouring down my face, and I can tell my nose is broken.
"This is my first mission." He admits, and I shake my head sympathetically at him.
"Oh, you poor thing. I'm not someone you want to face, especially when you don't know what you're doing." Just because I know he isn't expecting it, I deliver another kick to his chest, and he collapses. Reaching down, I grab the gun from my shoe, and he flinches.
"Ok ok, I'll comply, just please don't shoot me!" With a wince, he raises both hands in the air.
"You know what, I have a better idea for you." I pull out my phone with my other hand, making sure to keep the gun on him.
"Hello?" Chloe answers, sounding slightly confused.
"So I've got Luke here. I was thinking we could use him still. Get him to be a mole for us."
"That doesn't sound like a great idea, Bree."
With a groan, I say, "we need someone on the inside. This is the perfect opportunity. If not, I'm just gonna kill him." For emphasis, I turn off the safety lock on the gun, and Stroma wimpers.
"Alright, fine. Don't make me regret this." She hangs up, and I give the blonde a grin.
"It's your lucky day. Get up." Very slowly, he stands up, and I grab his hands. Reaching into his pocket, I grab his car keys, and he gives me a small frown.
"Please don't hurt my car."
I roll my eyes at him. "Your car is going to be fine."
I lead him over to the only car in the lot, a cherry red 2011 Mustang. He winces as I wrench the door open, and I practically Chuck him into the backseat. I then hey in the driver seat and pull out, heading to the apartment complex.
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"So, what information do you have for us?" Chloe asks Stroma, who's duct-taped to a chair in the main bathroom. We took all of the sharp stuff out and set him in the middle of the room, so he can't escape. It's also the only room with no windows.
"Why are you doing this?" He asks, and I slap him.
"Answer the damn question."
"Fine, fine!" He grimaces. "Dr. Mitchell hired me to work for him, to protect Beca Mitchell. She's apparently a big deal, her mom is the President." Chloe and I both gasp, and he chuckles. "You didn't know?"
"Of course we knew." I say at the same time Chloe squeaks out, "no."
Stroma laughs. "You guys are really good at your job. I give you a solid C."
"Says the guy who got beat up by a girl." I mutter, and his smile falls.
"Yeah, well."
"So Mitchell is the President's daughter." I say, and he nods. "What else do we need to know?"
"I'm assuming you already know about Conrad?" He asks, and I narrow my eyes at him. "I saw you two talking."
"So he's not a total idiot." I look over at Chloe, who lets out an unamused chuckle. I frown at her momentarily before turning back to the blonde in the chair.
"Alright, here is what you're going to do. You're going to pretend to still be your normal self, but you're going to feed us any new information you get."
"And if I refuse?" He tilts his head to the side, and I can't tell if he's joking or genuinely curious.
"Then we kill you." Chloe answers for me, and his eyes widen.
"Why do you want Mitchell so bad?" He asks quietly, and Chloe sighs.
"She killed someone very important to us." I say, and he shakes his head.
"I need more information than that."
"She murdered my father." Chloe says, and he blinks at her, once again in shock. "We have to get rid of her. She's dangerous."
"Then why the hell was I hired to protect her?"
I shrug. "Maybe Dr. Mitchell knows more than we think."
"Or because she's the President's daughter." Chloe adds.
"She has a point." Stroma comments, and I roll my eyes at him.
"Do you have anything you have to do today?" I ask Chloe, and she shakes her head.
"Alright, I have to go see Stacie."
"Go ahead." She gives me a nod and a small smile. "I'll keep an eye on hottie over here."
I roll my eyes, but chuckle nonetheless. "Alright."
"Have fun." Stroma winks, and I roll my eyes at him.
"Pervert."
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"What the fuck happened to you?" Stacie asks as soon as I enter her dorm room.
With false innocence, I shrug. "I ran into a pole, no big deal."
She laughs, and I laugh too when she doesn't look suspicious. "Come on, let's get that cleaned up."
"I'm ok, really." I grab her hand and pull her closer to me, and she chuckles again.
"Bree, as much as I want to fuck you senseless right now, I think your nose is broken. Please let me take a look?"
I sigh- it can't hurt to let her look. "If it hurts, I may accidentally punch you." I warn.
"I'm used to it." She shrugs and leads me to her bed. "My brothers used to always use me as their punching bags."
"That's… really mean." I watch as she bends down to grab a first aid kit.
"Yeah." She shrugs and turns back to me with some gauze in her hand. "What about you, any siblings?"
"None." I simply say, and she nods as she dabs the gauze under my nose.
"What's it like, being an only child?"
I shrug. "Not too bad. I have Chloe, so it's ok."
"You and Chloe have known each other for a while?"
Shit. I freeze when I realize I've slipped up. "No, not really. Just since college. My life is better with her though, it's almost like she's the sister I never had."
"I know how you feel." She replies with a fond smile and turns around.
"Beca?"
After throwing the gauze away, she looks at me again. "Yeah."
"Hmm." I hum, and she sits down on the bed next to me. "So how am I doing, doc?"
"It's definitely broken." She says. "But you'll be ok."
"That's good." I give her a soft grin before grabbing her by her shirt and pulling her on top of me.
"Someone's impatient." She chuckles and presses her lips to my temple, and I nod.
"I want you." I wrap my hands around her neck softly and bring her face up to mine.
"Well, the feeling is mutual." She mutters right before pressing her lips to mine.
