Prompt: "Chloe is a junior in college Beca is a senior in high school and needs a tutor in Math."
Mathematical
"And you said you didn't want to come" Jesse smirked, his smug expression etched into his face.
It was true; Beca didn't want to come, at all. Most seniors in high school would jump at the opportunity to attend a college party but Beca wasn't most high school seniors - unlike Jesse, who had literally begged they go the moment Beca shared the information of her invite.
"Yeah, well that was then" she mumbled into her cup, taking a long sip and rolling her eyes.
Towards the end of sophomore year, Beca was getting invites left right and centre to parties. The development took her by surprise; Beca wasn't in any kind of clique nor was she considered popular, but yet every weekend, there was a jock or a cheerleader asking her to "come and hang out."
Attending a house, full of random people drinking cheap beer and listening to generic mainstream music wasn't exactly her idea of fun, but Jesse had a different opinion. If Beca was invited, Jesse was automatically granted permission to come along and he lived for the weekend; lived for the social acceptance that came with the invite.
It wasn't until the start of her last year that Beca attended every weekend for the full duration of the night and until the early hours, but that was primarily to DJ. As soon as she accidentally left a couple of mixes on a school computer, the tracks quickly filtered around the school, causing the desire for her to DJ a party every weekend to sky rocket. Beca couldn't complain; DJing every weekend gave her much needed experience and the money to buy the expensive equipment her Dad refused to help her with.
So when she was asked to DJ a college party at Barden University for double the amount of money she was usually paid, she brushed it off. The college campus was across town and Beca had been recently on a roll with her mixes; inspiration grabbing her by the wrist and not allowing her to shut the laptop lid until it was finished.
"Yeah, well..." Jesse dragged the words out and throwing her own back at her with a knowing grin "...If you hadn't of listened to me you wouldn't have met her" he pointed at the redhead currently dancing in a crowd, her blue eyes seeking out only Beca's with a knowing look on her face.
Beca couldn't help the smile breaking out as she locked eyes with the girl she'd been talking to all night, completely ignoring Jesse's "told you so" speech.
"Whatever, dude."
She waved him off with her hand and grabbed the second cup off the table making her way back over to the dance floor in a speedily fashion.
"You're not going are you?" she asked over the loud music, her lips ghosting Beca's ear. She tried to disguise the shudder down her spine, but failed.
"No way" she shouted, pulling back and handing over the drink. "Why, would you miss me?"
Beca wasn't normally this relaxed, nor was she bold or flirty but combined with the alcohol and the redhead in front of her Beca had suddenly found a new lease of confidence.
Once Jesse had literally dragged her out of her room and to the car Beca finally felt defeated and gave up objecting.
"One condition; we go as soon as I finish my set and get my money."
The words were ringing in her head the moment she spotted Chloe dancing carelessly on her fourth mix in. There was something about the way the redhead moved that caught her eye; like she was the only person on the dance floor. At first Beca assumed it was a feeling of empathy stirring up inside of her, but once she saw Chloe in the bright lights, talking and laughing with her friends, Beca instantly knew it was something more.
After making eyes at each other during her set, Beca downed a beer and boldly made her way over with one thing on her mind; she needed to talk to this stranger, even if it was just for a few seconds, there was a vibe about her that Beca wanted to be engulfed in – her previous condition moving to the back of her mind.
""I think you'd miss me more" Chloe shot back with a seductive wink, moving her body closer to Beca's and swaying to the music. The way her arms rested on her shoulders and the light brush of hips against hers, Beca knew she was a goner and was most definitely not going home soon.
She chanced a glance to her left, in an attempt to spot her best friend. Jesse was talking to a laughing blonde, slowly but surely dancing closer to her. She smiled and turned her focus back to Chloe.
Yeah Jesse isn't going home anytime soon either.
Time and space seemed to disappear, her only knowledge of time passing measured in form of songs. Six tracks later and a few more beers, Chloe was growing more tactful, leaving lingering touches on Beca's arm and reaching for her hand every moment they moved to refill their cups. Beca was talking freely, saying whatever came to mind; even if it was a cheesy pick up line – but it made Chloe laugh and she's sure she would use all the pickup lines in the world to hear that sound more often.
The redhead tugged on Beca's hand, leading her out of the front door and onto an empty sofa sitting on the lawn. The noise of the music faded away and the minute Beca sat down she was completely aware of the buzzing in her ears, along with Chloe's hand resting on her thigh.
"So what are you studying?" she asked, giving the jean clad leg under her hand a gentle squeeze.
Shit.
"You've made me realise tonight I'm studying the wrong subject" Beca smirked, the words dripping from her lips without permission.
Following Chloe's confused expression, "I should be studying you tonight and tomorrow" she added, internally cringing and concealing her personal berating.
"OK, that was bad, but weirdly sexy at the same time" Chloe laughed, a slight slur to her speech.
Beca fumbled with her words before changing the subject and turning to face the redhead next to her, "So what do you study?"
"English literature..." Chloe cooed, shuffling closer and resting her leg on Beca's thigh, "...but I could study you, if you want?" she asked, reaching to cup the brunette's cheek and pulling her face closer to hers.
Beca could see the lust in Chloe's eyes before they fluttered shut, Beca's hand finding its way on to Chloe's thigh and leaning in closer.
Their lips brushed gently until Chloe pulled back ever so slightly; a teasing smile on her face; causing Beca to close the rest of the distance and firmly plant her lips on the ones she so desperately wanted to taste.
Maybe it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the fresh air but from the second they fused their mouths together Beca felt light headed and dazed; as if she was halfway between being awake and almost asleep just before that jolt of the imagination that snaps the mind back to reality. In this case, her metaphorical jolt was the tongue swiping along her bottom lip.
Beca complied immediately, tasting the cheap beer she thought she hated so much on Chloe's breath; now she's sure it's her favourite thing in the world. The kiss was fierce and heated, the redhead pulling at Beca's plaid shirt attempting to pull her closer and Beca's hand running up and down the thigh still resting on her knee. The wolf whistle and 'titanium' song in the background went unheard, as the pair concentrated solely on the rhythmic movements of their mouths, a perfectly synchronised giving and taking that felt almost familiar – like they'd done it a thousand times before.
Once Chloe was on her lap, the night became a blur. The pull of the hand and the journey up the stairs were vaguely remembered, but Beca became completely lost in the feeling of the perfect girl she had met a few hours prior and every second of their night together was nothing short of amazing.
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Beca was sat in the corner of her math class, her eyes fixed on the tree outside the window, her mind entirely somewhere else. The morning sunlight shining on red hair; the feeling of warm bed sheets covering her torso; the sight of bright blue eyes looking onto hers as Beca softly ran her thumb over Chloe's cheek with a dopey smile on her face.
"Shit, I need to go!"
The words from her flashback ringing along with the school bell bringing her out of her daydream. She had woken in Chloe's bed earlier that morning, her mind on nothing but the naked woman beaming back at her.
She had quickly sprung to her feet, collected her clothes and gotten dress, all under Chloe's gaze. Beca paused for a moment, making her way back over to the bed and pressing a soft but sure kiss to Chloe's lips.
"This isn't just a college hook-up, is it?" Chloe had asked with a hint of uncertainty or insecurity; Beca's not sure – but the word 'college' shattering her daze and causing the guilt to swim at the pit of her stomach.
"No of course not" she replied hurriedly.
It wasn't a lie, the night before meant more to Beca than just a 'hook-up', in fact it's probably the most intense feelings of emotions she's ever had with someone intimately – not that she has much experience to fall back on – but Beca wasn't about to just brush it off or give it up.
"Can I call you?" Beca asked, perching on the side of the bed, looking at everything in the room apart from Chloe. The movement between the sheets caused Beca to look up, watching the other woman reach for her phone on the night stand with a grin.
The voice of her math teacher brought Beca back to the present, causing her to stop shy of the classroom door with the roll of her eyes and turn around.
"Beca, sit down. We need to talk about your grade."
Beca didn't spend much time on her school work – it didn't seem important.
She didn't spend too much time worrying about it either – music was where her only current and future interests lied.
Beca made her way to sit at the front desk, collapsing in the chair overdramatically.
"This isn't a joke, your grade is lacking and you're dangerously close to failing this class. So, I've set you up with a math tutor twice a week after school starting today."
Beca groaned loudly.
"What? You can't do that, I'm not even failing yet!" Beca argued.
Miss Thomson was one of the few teachers that seemed to understand Beca; unlike other teachers it seemed she didn't force Beca to participate, but encouraged her to get involved – it used to work. If Beca's being honest, this year she's put all of her focus and effort into her mixes, because LA is literally just around the corner.
"I can and I am. I've already called your Father and he agrees with my judgement."
Beca could tell by the finality in her voice that this was going to happen; whether she liked it or not.
"I-No, I can't, I have to work on my music every day after school" she pleaded.
"The quicker you accept this and attend, the quicker you can get back to working on your music."
Beca stood up abruptly, shaking her head with a bitter laugh.
"I mean it; I want your grade up to a C for at least two weeks before I consider you're up to speed."
It seemed arguing wasn't going to change anything, causing Beca to storm out of the classroom. She reached her locker, slamming her hand on it angrily and resting her forehead on the cold metal.
"OK, so someone is moodier than usual."
The voice next to her ear made Beca lift her head up quickly and turn to rest her back on her locker, shooting Jesse a pointed stare.
"Don't" she said, holding the palm of her hand in front of his face in attempt to silence him.
"Come on, Becs, what is it this time, upset you haven't got a date for prom yet?"
"Jesse, please stop talking."
Noticing the look on his best friend's face, Jesse stopped smirking and stood up straight.
"Are you OK?" he asked, a little concerned.
Beca turned to open her locker and began pulling textbooks out for her next period.
"You mean apart from the fact that I'm being forced to math tuition after school today? Oh no, I'm fine and dandy" she said through gritted teeth and pulling at the books more violently.
"Wow, rough."
"Not helping, dude"
"Yeah, sorry. Hey, maybe it's a good idea - I know you're in a hurry to get to LA but you actually have to graduate first" Jesse reminded.
Beca knew he was right, but she wasn't about to admit that. Jesse had always been a huge supporter of her music but he had a point; her Dad had promised he would help her move to LA if she graduated high school first. Uprooting her life from Atlanta to LA alone was hard enough at any age; never mind eighteen, but she was dead set on making it work.
"I mean before you go and be this big talented music producer" Jesse added, clutching at the straps of his backpacker and rocking on his feet with a smug smile.
Beca shook her head, trying to prevent the smile pulling at the corner of her lips from showing.
"Hey, so how did it go with the redhead last night?" Jesse asked excitedly lightly slapping her arm like a gossip hungry fourteen year old girl.
"Fine" she uttered, a smile tugging at her lips.
"You got laid, didn't you?" he asked loudly, almost bouncing on his feet.
"Dude, shut up" she warned, pulling him closer to the lockers and looking around anxiously in case anyone overheard.
"C'mon, Becs, why the secrecy?" he teased, until his facial expression quickly changed, "Wait, did you strike out?" he asked worriedly.
Before he could ramble, Beca was glaring at him, "No, that's not- come on, did you really think I'd- look she thinks I'm in college, OK?"
Jesse's lips turned into an o shape.
"Yeah" Beca stated flatly.
XXX
The bell rang out for the end of the day.
Beca started packing up her things and making her way to the other side of the school building dodging the afternoon rush of bustling students with her headphones securely resting on her ears. Once she was in the math classroom, the brunette threw herself down on the nearest chair, letting out a deep sigh.
Mrs Thomson was nowhere in sight, causing the very little patience Beca had with this whole tuition thing to dissipate.
Beca's eyes flickered up to the clock, on a typical Friday afternoon she would be in her car and on the drive home by now, but no, apparently math was more important than her music. OK, so maybe in hindsight her education was more important, but that didn't stop the brunette from internally complaining at her current situation.
She let her mind wander back to last night and earlier this morning. Chloe had never be too far from her mind today; the sudden thought of the redhead causing butterflies to erupt in her stomach and a goofy grin plaster itself onto her face. The urge to text Chloe had been growing stronger as the day went on, but Beca was in two minds.
She didn't want to lie to her and if she maintained communication, surely her age and her level of education would eventually come up in conversation, but at the same time she knew she had to see her again. Chloe made her feel things; things she couldn't ignore. Beca had already sensed her resolve crumbling at lunch, it was only a matter of time before she finally caved and eagerly found Chloe's number in her phone.
Just as she was about to do exactly that a figure at the door caught her attention; the familiar red hair and blue eyes that had been imprinted on her mind the majority of the day finally in front of her in the flesh.
Beca panicked, unsure of her next course of action. Slide down her chair and hope she couldn't be seen or pretend to be a teacher were a few of the stupid ideas that sprung to her mind in the short seconds it took Chloe to look up; the undeniable flicker of recognition in her eyes.
"Beca?" she asked confused, stopping dead in her tracks. There was the trace of a smile, before she pieced the puzzle together.
"Chloe, what are you doing here?" her voice was small; the forced surprised tone painfully obvious.
"I tutor sometimes."
The redhead's words were almost mumbled, until she furrowed her eyebrows. There was a look of something in her eyes Beca couldn't quite read, but it was safe to say the jig was up.
"I thought you would tutor English?"
It was her piss poor attempt at humour, but the moment the words left her mouth she knew it was the wrong thing to say. Chloe was almost frowning, but Beca clinged to the 'almost.'
"You're- You're in high school? Why were you at a college party if you're in high- Oh my god, how old are you?"
The redhead suddenly looked equal parts of panicked and scared.
"I'm legal!" Beca couldn't help but shout; she hoped those two words were calm her mind, along with the look in her eyes.
"I graduate this summer" she added as an afterthought, attempting to offer her a reassuring smile.
"I've got to go."
Before Beca could say anything Chloe was already walking out of the door and down the corridor, leaving the DJ to sit helplessly behind her school desk.
"Shit" she mumbled into the hands covering her face.
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