Note: I've been busy getting ready for school, and generally just been dealing with some personal matters, but I'm touched to see how many people have responded to this! ;u; I know it's not too fast paced, but I'm trying to make it a fulfilling, and in-depth story. I'll update it as frequently as possible, but I want to give you guys quality writing, not something that was lazily put together. Thanks for the comments and favorites!~ If you have any suggestions/ideas, message me, and I'll give you the framework I'm using for this story.
Beca watched Chloe's hair disappear, standing still for a moment. What did she mean by that? With another sigh, the brunette pushed her belongings into her bag haphazardly and swung it over her shoulder. She gave a half-hearted waved to the teacher, who was already preoccupied with entering information into the computer, before slipping out of the lab herself. She found herself looking around for the mane of red-hair. Beca was slightly crestfallen when she couldn't locate her. She shrugged her bag into a more comfortable position, before heading towards her next class.
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The rest of her classes proved to be mundane and predictable. Beca would be one of the first to arrive for each subject, now interested to see whether or not Chloe would join her again. Each time, she'd look up hopefully as the last students slipped into their desks, the girl with vivid locks disappointingly absent.
The worst part was that she didn't even know why she found herself seeking Chloe's slender form. Or why her thoughts kept trailing towards the exchange they shared. Was she over-analyzing it? Was it just Chloe's idea of 'friendly' banter?
The first day ended unceremoniously. The final bell was met with low grumbling and a quick exit by all of the inhabitants of Beca's honors English class. The introverted brunette joined the throng of students on the the staircase leading to the main floor, towards her locker. It was fitting that the cubicle she owned for the year was only a few feet from the entrance to the library. She rounded a corner, and found the small collection of lockboxes. One of the middle ones was already open, though the owner was obscured by its door. Beca found her number- the last locker on the end closest to her, and allowed her bookbag, a black canvas bag with a top flap opening, to slide to the ground beside her. She bent down, removing all the text books she'd received throughout the day and sliding them onto the lowest part of the locker, arranging them by their respective period numbers. She heard the center locker shut lightly, though didn't look up until a pair of strappy wedges appeared beside her.
"Beca?" The owner of the legs inquired curiously.
Beca straightened before glancing up- and yes, she had to glance up because the person speaking was a solid half a head over her. Her eyes first landed on red hair, and then onto the angular, defined structure of Chloe's face.
"Hey." Beca responded lamely, swallowing. "I- er- it looks like we'll be seeing each other often." She continued, though visibly winced at her stutter.
Chloe was unperturbed by the slight stammer. She opened her mouth to speak, though the words went unsaid as Beca's phone began to ring loudly. The thing was almost always on silent- except now, of course- and she'd forgotten she had set the ringtone as Titanium. The brunette breathed an apology, fumbling to retrieve her phone from her pants pocket, quickly sliding her finger across the screen to answer.
"Hello?" She answered, her tone slightly cross at the inconvenience.
"Woah, someone sounds angry. I know you're upset that school's started but-"
Beca's father was cut off as she spoke. "I'll talk to you later, dad." Beca replied, before ending the call. She hastily shoved her phone into her bag.
Chloe watched her with a bemused expression as she repacked her phone. "You like David Guetta?"
Beca met the ginger's curious gaze, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Yeah. I mix songs, and his work is sort of an inspiration for me." She replied further, shifting her weight.
Chloe seemed to brighten at her statement. "That's awesome!" She replied. "I'm not talented enough to mix songs, but I sing pretty often. Titanium is my jam." She giggled, before glancing down at the watch on her wrist. Beca opened her mouth, about to ask her to sing a small section of the song, though closed it before Chloe could notice it was agape. It seemed like a simple request, but the brunette couldn't find the confidence to ask her to demonstrate her talent. Before she could think of another way to get the ginger to sing, Chloe spoke up.
"My ride should be here. It was nice meeting you, Beca." She commented, giving Beca an honest wave. Beca imitated the parting gesture, letting her hand fall once Chloe was out of view. She gathered her things, her features relaxing into her more familiar expression- a light scowl, as though she was in a constant state of annoyance. She closed her locker gently, before heading down the hall, and into the school's parking lot.
She found her dad's ten-year-old car easily, as he'd managed to find a spot right near the entrance. Beca walked towards the weathered vehicle, first opening the back door and dispensing her bookbag into the back seat, and sliding into the passenger's seat after she'd closed the door.
Beca noticed her father studying her. "What?" She inquired, though the normally venom-laced word held no attitude in it.
"You seemed upset earlier. Is everything alright?" Mr. Mitchell questioned, turning the key in the ignition.
Beca forced a believable smile onto her face. "Everything's fine. I'm just grieving over the death of summer, like everyone else." She replied cooly, putting on her seat belt.
Beca's father chuckled, before making his way out of the crowded lot.