A/N: Here's chapter 3.
I know a few of you were interested in knowing whether or not Aubrey was in on the letter scheme... well, hopefully this chapter shines some light on that.
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The two women sit down, Chloe back at her desk and Aubrey on her bed, to discuss the reason for the blonde's ire.
"So... what has Bumper done now and do I order in dinner tonight," the red-head asks while holding up her phone at the end of her inquiry.
Aubrey nods and Chloe holds up a finger to halt any further words from her friend while she orders their usual from the Chinese place on campus.
After a couple minutes have passed and Chloe has placed their food order and hung up, she nods at the blonde to start talking again.
"Okay. As much slack as I've given those a-holes after Beca helped us win last year, I'm going to KILL that little troll of a man! He is such a misogynist and I really hope someone puts him out of my misery soon," Aubrey gripes while falling back on Chloe's bed.
Aubrey had learned to relax more after she and Beca squashed their issues last year. Since both seniors had decided to stay at Barden to pursue their graduate studies, they remained a part of the Bellas but, under Beca's tutelage.
"Bree, we both know Bumper is just trying to throw you off your game. I don't know why you let him get to you so much. He's about to be kicked out of school because he never goes to any of his classes. And, after that little John Mayer stunt he pulled last year, I'll be surprised if he lasts another month at Barden," Chloe says after sighing at her friend's tirade.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. He just... UGH! Never mind," the blonde responds while sitting up on the bed and shaking her head slightly.
"Who were you talking to when I came in? Were you on the phone with Beca again? You know you should just tell her about your toner for her... I'm sure she's harboring similar feelings. Just get it over with and allow the rest of us a break from your super tension-filled drama," Aubrey comments while flinging her hand around her head dismissively.
"Har har, Bree. I was just going over some notes for my next oral exam in Psych. You know how I can get around exam time... I just wanna get a good grade," the red-head deflects airily.
"Uh huh..."
"Anyway, Beca DID come by earlier to ask me to help her with something... but, I'm not sure what to do about it."
Chloe's legs bounced nervously and she bit her bottom lip while awaiting her friend's judgment, her eyes averted.
She didn't have to wait long.
"What are you...," the blonde starts to say then stops, her eyes comically wide, with the sudden realization.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! CHLOE BEALE! YOU GAVE HER THAT DAMN LETTER, DIDN'T YOU," she practically yelled while jumping up from Chloe's bed and pointed a finger in her face.
The ginger just sat in her chair while looking up at her friend with the guiltiest look possible on her face, her hands fluttering around on her lap like nervous birds.
"I KNEW IT! What did Beca say when you confessed? I bet it wasn't a surprise to her at all. Did she tell you she knew it was you the whole time? Come on, spill, Chloe!"
Aubrey bounced up and down on the balls of her feet like an excited child at Christmas while babbling on about Beca's possible response to her best friend's letter. She turned to continue ribbing the ginger but, her facial expression changed to one of incredulity when she noticed her friend looking down at the floor instead of back at her. She sat back down on the bed, heavily, and reached out to hold the red-head's hands to keep them from twitching.
"Chloe, you DID tell her you wrote the letter, right?"
Chloe just shook her head and clamped her lips shut afterward.
"Oh, Sis... Why didn't you tell her," the blonde asks while bringing a hand up to quickly wipe away a tear from Chloe's eye before dropping back to her hands.
"I'm sure she would have been receptive. I can see the way she looks at you during Bellas' rehearsals," the blonde soothed while rubbing her thumbs over the backs of Chloe's hands.
"I don't know," the red-head says while blinking hard to avoid more tears.
"Maybe, because, she said that some random person leaving her a letter under her door was kinda creepy? Well, not the leaving of the letter... the parts about watching her from afar... seemed to be creepy to her," the ginger singer said with a sigh, leaning her head back against the chair.
Aubrey's face hardened, momentarily, at Beca's insensitive comment then sighed when she thought more about how the anonymous letter could have been received.
Instead of commenting on her dislike of the brunette's chosen words, she said, "I'm sure it's not that bad. If she knew you were the one who wrote that letter to her, I doubt she'd think you creepy, Chlo."
Before either woman could say anything more, there was a knock on the door signalling the arrival of food.
Chloe used the distraction as an excuse to get away from Aubrey's earnest face for a moment.
She grabbed a twenty and a ten from her purse, walked over to the door and opened it to pay and grab the bags of food from the delivery person's hands. She turned around after the person left and closed the door with the heel of her foot before saying anything to her friend.
"I told her I would help her figure out who wrote the letter, Bree. I played it off like I didn't know who it was in order to see how she felt about the whole thing. I'm not sure she's very happy about it. I mean, she says she wants to know who wrote the letter... It's just..."
She walks over to her little table on the other side of the room and opens it the bag. She takes out a few Styrofoam containers and places them on the table while beckoning Aubrey over with a tilt of her head.
"Can we just eat first? I'd really like some help here. I need to figure out what my next move should be. I told Beca we would watch the people around her to see if anyone gives themselves away."
Aubrey gets up from the bed and walks over to the table to sit down, opening each container to find her order and tucking in with a pair of chopsticks.
"Sis, I'll tell you what. Why don't we just relax tonight? Put it from your mind and we'll tackle this tomorrow after class? You didn't tell Beca you'd start right away, did you?"
Chloe grabs a container with her shrimp fried rice, broccoli beef, and fried won-tons before replying to the blonde.
"No. Neither one of us set a day down in stone but, I know she'll be by within the next day or two to get more information from me. She'd never been a very patient person."
Aubrey snorts in agreement then says nothing for a moment in order to finish the food in her mouth.
"Okay, Chloe. This is what we'll do then... We'll plant a red herring in Beca's mind so she'll focus on another person for a day or two. That way, you can plan the best way to confess to her," she points her chopsticks at her friend before finishing, "Understood? But you better get it together and tell her soon. This is not something in which I wanna get caught up. You know I think honesty is the best way to do things but, I love you and know what you're dealing with so... I will help you out."
The red-head squeals in happiness and jumps up and maneuvers around the table to hug her friend, almost choking her in the process.
"Chlo... c-can't... breathe," the blonde stammers while tapping furiously on Chloe's arm.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, Bree. I'm just... Thank you. Thank you, so much," Chloe gushes with a huge grin on her face.
"Yeah, yeah. I just want you to be happy... even if it's with that alt girl... and that ridiculously scary ear spike," Aubrey murmurs while rubbing her neck before going back to her food.
"Now stop talking. I wanna eat my mushu pork before it gets cold and your enthusiasm is killing my appetite," she continues with a smirk while taking another bite.
"Speaking of appetites... how ARE things between you and Stacie," Chloe asks and smirks as her friend, actually, chokes on her food this time.
"CHLOE!"
The red-head just laughs.