Chapter 2 The Need for Speed

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Wait. The fuck is that?

Beca's heart was pounding out of her chest, however when she opened her first critique of her brand new Best-Selling Novel—okay maybe that was a bit much—she was deeply disappointed. She stressed and worked on this chapter quite a bit, all night, and was even wary of putting in online! Beca felt angry somehow—the stressful effort was worth more than that, right?! It had to be worth more than a single statement. Surely she didn't suck at creating a small, fictional lesbian relationship.

Oh my God I suck.

Wait. No I don't. This chick has an issue and doesn't know what she is looking for. She doesn't know where I am about to take my story! She doesn't have to like it. What the fuck?

Why did Beca assume this guest reviewer was a chick?

Besides I was at rehearsal for so long this past week, and Chloe was riding my ass. I couldn't focus all day on plot-development! I am half dead to the world. I mean I thought about it, but Chloe needed me to be on point. There aren't enough hours in the day, or week!

Beca was suddenly inside another warzone in her head. She was borderline crazy.

Let's see who this is and see what the hell she has written!

Beca moved her cursor over the review, and found she could not click on anything. She clicked down on her Mac just to be sure. Nothing. She ran her cursor over Guest and still could not jump anywhere.

What gives?!

Beca was so new to this, it hurt.

After nearly killing the mouse pad of her computer with her delicate, yet assertive, finger…she gave up. Perhaps more people would comment later on. After all, it had only been an hour or two. She just had to calm down and trust what she wrote. She was the creator, and she knew where she wanted to take this.

She mulled over her chapter once more. It started out fine. The two women were instantly in a quips battle for they seemingly hated one another. Beca was taking a lot of set up from the movie, but adding her own sarcasm to Andrea's voice. She—in a way—pictured herself as Andrea.

Maybe I have a toner for Emily Blunt.

Beca laughed at herself and shook her head. Regardless, the two characters seemed to start the story in a small argument—more annoying than angry. However she added looks and glances that suggested a longing between the two women. Her characters didn't know they wanted to fuck each other. They didn't know that they could fall in love with each other. It was a promising lead, damn it. She was planting those seeds! Beca stopped dead in her thoughts as she realized her roommate was glaring at her from across the dorm room.

"Oh sweet Asian Baby Jesus!" Beca gasped.

"T-that…that came out wrong. Woah dude. Hey, hi. Good morning? It's not morning it's still dark out. Ha! Wow, but hey it kind of is morning—am I right?"

Kimmy-Jin remained constant, her eyes full of judgement. Beca closed her computer, realizing that the glare from her screen probably wasn't helping matters. Kimmy-Jin sighed slowly, and rolled back over. Beca raised her hands to her face.

"Sorry."

The next day, Beca barely attended her classes. She was there, she was present. She was pretty tired. All she could think about was getting back on her computer to check in, and to write chapter 2. After all, so far she wasn't bad.

She had one more hill to climb as her day of classes ended. Bella Rehearsal. Fantastic. Beca needed to grab a coffee from the shop on the corner before hitting the auditorium that evening. She was running behind already—because she didn't give a fuck today. Well, more so than usual. She picked up her pace down the sidewalk and rushed in the door to the coffee shop. She was so distracted. She didn't realize that she was having to get in line—evening rush for the hipsters, after all. Beca rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone to catch up on her messages. Jesse had sent her three texts during the day, but Beca had not responded yet. The usual…

BEEEECAWWWW. Hey dork. How was the rest of your Sunday?

Hey Babe, I know you're in class, text me after.

Where's my girl at? Want me to meet you after your rehearsal tonight? Treble Rehearsal letting out early I think..

Beca smiled weakly at this, but knew she really didn't want to get together with him tonight. She just didn't have the energy to work with, and she didn't want to be moody around him. She really wanted to get some writing done. Was that weird? Oh well. She brought out her fingers to send a reply.

Hey! Sorry Jesse, I have been swamped today. Getting a coffee on the go as we speak. Will probably crash hard tonight. Get together later this week? I'll make it up to you I promise. ;-)

Beca then back-spaced feeling like a wink emoji wasn't quite right, for she and Jesse weren't having a lot of sex. But that was another matter entirely. She didn't want to give false hope—basically.

:-)

B-)

=P

"I would use a wink, personally." Chloe whispered behind Beca's left ear.

"DUDE!" Beca nearly dropped her phone. She regained her grasp on her phone and held it to her chest.

"Hi Broody." Chloe said, a whip of enthusiasm running through her voice, as Beca turned around and looked at her.

"What are you doing?"

"Just reading what you're writing. Canceling on Jesse?"

"That's none of your business, and you shouldn't just read someone's messages like that—or sneak up on them!"

"Quit your whining, Mitchell, I do it out of love." Chloe grinned. "And you love me, so it's no biggie."

"Wow. Okay. Seriously what are you doing here?"

"Pretty sure I am allowed to get a smoothie before rehearsal. This place is great. We are both late though so we need to hurry."

The girls both ordered at the same time, looking as if they arrived together. Chloe handed a twenty over to the cashier before Beca had time to grab her wallet.

"I've got hers too, thanks." Chloe said, reaching over the counter. Beca turned to her and began to protest. Chloe placed her finger over the small DJ's lips.

"Shhh. I mean I did invade your privacy. Let me invade your taste buds with a free coffee." Chloe said playfully. She still had her finger lingering along Beca's bottom lip. Beca looked down at her finger and back up to the red head's intense blue eyes. So unguarded. It was incredible how free-spirited she allowed herself to be.

"You're. So. Weird." Beca tried to say despite Chloe's lingering digit.

The two grabbed their drinks and walked out of the shop. Even though they were running late, they both seemed to move at a relaxed pace. They sipped their beverages and moved side by side along the side walk. It was just getting dark, and the sky was a deep blue. It suddenly seemed very quiet despite the students passing by every few minutes.

"Thank you—pretty sure I forgot to say that to you Chlo."

"No problem bestie. I gotcha."

The pair had gotten pretty close, Beca had to admit. She wasn't mad about it either.

"So, how are things with the boy?" Chloe asked. "You gonna meet up with him later this week you think?"

"—Yeah. I mean yes. I'm just pretty wiped out."

"Why so wiped out? We actually had a day off for once, yesterday. I thought Aubrey had been brainwashed or something. It was crazy! I stayed in all day." Chloe laughed lightly.

"I've just been working on some stuff. My mind is on like all the time right now—can't sleep."

"What are you working on? That's exciting!"

Beca and Chloe were close, of course. But for some reason Beca really didn't want to tell her about her new hobby. She wasn't sure why—Chloe was very open and excited about everything. She would probably think it was neat.

"Just some crazy new mixes—they are like stumping me. But I have some built up inspiration, I don't know. Trying to get it right, trying to work through it I guess." Beca said, looking straight ahead to play it off. She took another sip of her coffee.

"How's your free coffee treating you, Becs?" Chloe beamed.

"…Not bad." Beca laughed quietly—realizing that the review was still in her head.

Before Beca knew it, the red head had taken hold of her, and held her against her own body. They were quickly pushed against each other, pressed against one another. Beca's coffee had spilled all over her top—the warm liquid moving quickly over her torso and dripping onto her thighs. The sensation of it all was overwhelming. Beca let out a muffled cry.

"Shit. Are you okay, Becs?" Chloe's voice was hoarse and breathy.

Chloe arms were wrapped all around the small DJ, holding her almost. The warm coffee had spilled onto Chloe as well—the two of them suddenly quite moist. Beca couldn't help but realize she felt the cheery girl's nipples pushing into her own chest. The heat from Chloe's body sent chills down Beca's back. Beca didn't even realize that she was leaning back—Chloe's sudden embrace moved her backward, almost as if Chloe were catching her, and holding her up now. Beca's hands had fallen out from her sides, and hanged loose.

Chloe moved her head back and looked down at Beca's eyes. Beca looked up and saw the sparkling blue eyes looking right through her with such concern, such warmth. How was it that Chloe had such a look about her? It was mesmerizing. Beca's mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were shotty at first. She looked up at Chloe and her face formed into a calm stare, into a deep stare. Neither of them said a word. Beca felt Chloe breathing against her as their damp material seemed to be a gateway to each other's skin. Beca's body quivered, and Chloe seemed to notice. The red head formed a smirk along her lips.

Oh damn.

Beca's eyes lowered to Chloe's lips—as their faces were inches apart. She shot her eyes right back up to Chloe's. She soon realized that Chloe herself looked down at her own lips for a moment—not shooting back up right away. When the blue eyes returned to Beca's gaze, Chloe titled her head.

"Beca?"

"—Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. I think."

"You think?" Chloe said, forming a serious face—one in which was very playful.

"I'm good. What the fuck was that?"

"I saved you. Some idiot on a long board nearly took you out—well nearly took us both out."

"Oh. Well."

"Oh well is right," Chloe said matter-of-factly. "Now you owe me double."

Chloe moved away from Beca's body and frowned as the small DJ collected her balance.

"Looks like we both need a change of clothes, huh Mitchell?" Chloe winked at her.

Due to how late the two Bellas were, and how close they were to the auditorium, the two decided to at least get to their rehearsal and dry off in the bathroom. Aubrey had given them quite the disapproving look as they ran into the auditorium pleading to get some paper towels. As long as they were quick about it, Aubrey allowed them to get cleaned up.

The two laughed at each other and created some pretty grand inside jokes about nearly dying on the sidewalk that night. They laughed at how many paper towels they needed, and how they should probably lay under the hand dryers. Beca had several moments where she really realized how much fun she had with Chloe, and how she loved hanging out with her. She also shot back to their nose-graze on the sidewalk. That was, well that was something. Weird. It was hot. Luke-warm, in reality. But very, very hot.

Later that night, Beca raced to her computer with quite the inspiration for round two. She was surprisingly wired—quite awake. Her characters were jumping right into some warmer territory. Beca wasn't sure why she was typing so quickly—or where her sudden urge came from. She smiled the entire time she wrote. Her phone was going crazy next to her, but she didn't take the time to stop and check it. She wanted to get this out. More importantly, she wanted to give a little something more to her first "fan."

This will make her vagina skip a beat.

"Oh my God Beca. What even?" Beca said out loud to herself.

She was taking a turn for the worse she was afraid. But it didn't matter now. She was going to write the shit out of this story.

She uploaded her document to the Document Manager, made her pretty edits, and she hit submit.

Some sort of elation fell over her body. She was pretty content that she continued with a stride, and continued with something interesting. She also wanted to leave her readers on a bit of a cliffhanger. Kind of like a BAM BITCHES moment. Was that a thing?

Beca closed her computer and decided to get some well-deserved rest. She moved over to her bed and checked her phone. She had two text messages.

Hey Babe, hope rehearsal wasn't too hard on you. Hope you and Aubrey didn't kill each other. Let me know you're alive. Missing you tonight.

Beca smiled at her text from Jesse, and before she replied to him, she checked the second message just in case.

Glad you're alive, Becs. Xo.

Beca laughed out loud at Chloe's text, and replied instantly.

You're always watching out for me, aren't you Beale? Thanks again.

Beca smiled and plugged her phone into her charger and slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. As she slipped herself back into her bed, she moved her phone off of her pillow and clicked it on one more time to check for any last minutes notifications.

Somehow Beca had forgotten that her email was synced with her phone as her cell told her she had a new email. She usually just deleted them right away, but she went in her inbox to check before she did. It was an email update from Fan Fiction.

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