Alright y'all here it is. Our girls are finally going to meet. I am warning you that this is an angsty story. There will be a happy ending but our main girls are not in good places right now. Their relationship right now will probably be destructive until they get healthy. So I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
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Chapter 4 I Can't Hear a Word You Say
Aubrey pushes open the door of her and Chloe's apartment. She nudges the front door with her foot, shutting it tightly behind her. She walks over to the breakfast bar, setting her backpack on one of the stools. She dumps the bag of groceries on top of the counter, walking towards Chloe's room. She raps her knuckles across the redhead's door lightly.
"Chlo? You home from class?"
Aubrey furrows her brow, leaning her ear into the door. She can hear water running from the bathroom, probably the shower. Aubrey puts her hand on the doorknob, about to open the bedroom door when she hears it.
"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am TITANIUM"
Aubrey drops her hand off of the knob as if it were burning her, backing up from the redhead's room with her hands raised in surrender. She knows better than to go in Chloe's room when that song is playing. She only made that mistake once and she has vowed to never make it again. Aubrey chuckles lightly, walking back towards the kitchen. She fishes her cellphone out of her backpack. A smile crosses her face when she sees the text notification across her screen. She types in her password, unlocking her phone.
Dr. Leggy: (2:30 p.m) Are we still on for tonight, homework Nazi?
Aubrey smirks, the tip of her tongue peeking out of the side of her mouth as she types out her answer.
Aubrey Posen: (2:30 p.m.) Shut it. I already told you that I would feed you dinner if you came over to study. If you're good, I will go out to the club with you.
Dr. Leggy: (2:31 p.m.) Good? Miss Posen, I do not know the meaning off good. Unless we are talking bedroom performance. Usually the response is AWESOME! Do my eyes deceive me, Aubrey Posen
agreeing to go out to a club? Hell has frozen over.
Aubrey scoffs. A crimson hue coloring her cheeks. She pulls the empty stool out, hopping onto it.
Aubrey Posen: (2:32 p.m.) Hey now! I go out once in a while. I can't help it if I am busy studying for the MCAT. We only have two weeks left before we take the test that will change our lives.
Dr. Leggy: (2:32 p.m.) Yes honey I know. We have been studying non-stop for the past 6 months. It's time to let loose for a night. My B.F. is probably convinced that I am dead.
"What are you smiling at?"
Aubrey screams, fumbling with her phone, dropping it on the counter.
"Jesus Chlo! You almost gave me a myocardial infarction."
Aubrey looks up from the counter, eyeing her best friend. Chloe is toweling off her fiery locks, clad in only a tiny blue robe. Chloe drapes the damp towel over the other kitchen stool.
"Sorry babe. I thought that you heard me come out of my room."
"I'm surprised that you can still hear with how loud you were playing "Titanium."
Chloe's eyes widen slightly before an amused smile crosses her face.
"That song really builds Bree."
"Gross."
Chloe laughs heartily, walking into the kitchen. She opens the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water. She unscrews the cap, gulping down half of the bottle. Aubrey cocks her eyebrow at the redhead, an amused grin across her face.
"How are you thirsty? I am assuming that you have been in the shower for at least 25 minutes, judging by the pruning and the flush on your skin. Although, the flush could be from the song that was playing."
Chloe's eyes widen in mock horror before a small laugh escapes her lips.
"Don't judge me. Plus I know for a fact that your lady jam is "Low."
A blush spreads across Aubrey's cheeks; breaking eye contact with her friend, her eyes drop to her cell phone. Electric blue eyes follow the blonde's gaze.
"Who are you texting?"
Aubrey ducks her head, covering her mouth with her left hand. Confusion mars the redhead's features. She places the water bottle on the counter, walking over to her friend. She places a reassuring hand on her best friend's shoulder.
"Bree? Who were you texting?"
Aubrey mumbles something unintelligible into her hand. Chloe slides her hand off of Aubrey's shoulder, sliding her hand under her best friend's chin. Chloe tips Aubrey's face up to meet hers. Concerned blue meet green.
"What's wrong babe? What don't you want to tell me?"
Aubrey clears her throat.
"I was texting a girl from my Organic Chemistry class."
"Okay? What's the big deal?"
"She is coming over to study and have dinner tonight."
"So….Why are you being so weir…"
Blue eyes widen. Chloe's grip on Aubrey's chin slightly.
"Aubrey Michelle Posen. Do you like this girl?"
Aubrey shakes her head in Chloe's hand.
"No…I'm straight."
Chloe laughs, dropping her hand from Aubrey's face.
"Bree, we're in college. Nobody is really straight. That's why they call it experimenting."
"I don't think that is actually a thing Chloe. Some people are just straight."
"No….everybody is at least a little bit gay. Does she like you?"
"I don't know, she is pretty flirty with everyone. It doesn't matter Chloe."
"Why doesn't it matter Babe?"
"Because even if she did like me, nothing is going to happen."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not gay."
"Oh Bree, you're at least a little bit gay. At least when it comes to this girl. I was watching you text her for a minute before you noticed me, my gaydar was pinging like crazy."
"Chloe, that is not a thing. Anyway, she is coming over to study for the MCAT."
"Ew Bree. Who in the hell studies on a Friday night?"
"She said the same thing to me. I did tell her that we would go out with her tonight. One of her friend's is spinning at a new club so she invited us out."
"Do my ears deceive me? Did Aubrey Posen agree to go out to a club?"
"I told her that if she was good, we would go out."
"If she was good? Aubrey do you know how unbelievably dirty that sounds?"
"Oh my god Chlo, I didn't mean for it to sound like that."
"Oh Bree. I can't wait to meet this girl. I'm going to get dressed."
Chloe leans down slightly, pressing a feather light kiss to her friend's forehead. She all but skips to her bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. Aubrey turns her attention back to her cell phone, smiling at the new text notification blinking on her screen. She picks her phone up off of the counter, unlocking her screen.
Dr. Leggy: (2:50 p.m.) Did you die? Or maybe you are thinking about my bedroom skills? I would prefer the second one. ;)
Aubrey Posen: (2:50 p.m.) Behave Stace.
Dr. Leggy: (2:51 p.m.) Where's the fun in that?
"Dr. Leggy? Really Bree?"
"Fuck! Chlo!"
Chloe laughs heartily, placing her hand on Aubrey's shoulder.
"Sorry Babe. I didn't mean to scare you again. We should probably start dinner before Dr. Leggy gets here."
"Shut up Chlo!"
Aubrey smacks at Chloe's arm, the redhead laughing heartily as she makes her way into the kitchen.
Aubrey Posen: (2:55 p.m.) If you want me to dance with you tonight, you had better behave. I'll see you in an hour.
Dr. Leggy: (2:55 p.m.) Hey! I won that dance fair and square! You can't take it away from me. Can my friend Beca come over to dinner with me? I am her ride to the club later.
Aubrey Posen: (2:55 p.m.) I'll see you at four Stace. It's fine with me if your friend comes with you. Maybe she can entertain Chloe while we study.
Dr. Leggy: (2:56 p.m.) It probably wouldn't be a very good idea to leave Beca alone in a room with your friend. She's kind of wild.
Aubrey Posen: (2:56 p.m.) I know all about wild. Chloe will be fine. She's a ginger; redheads have a tendency to be wild children.
Dr. Leggy: (2:57 p.m.) Redhead you say? Yeah they definitely can't be alone together. Beca loves redheads.
Aubrey Posen: (2:57 p.m.) They'll be fine. See you at four.
Aubrey sets her phone on the counter, pushing her body off of the stool. She shakes her head, laughing to herself as she heads into the kitchen.
"Lasagna Bree. Are you sure that you aren't trying to get into this girl's pants?"
Chloe looks up from her current task of soaking the lasagna noodles, mirth sparkling in her eyes.
"Shut up Chlo. Soak the noodles while I get started on the filling."
"These noodles won't be the only thing soaked tonight."
Aubrey looks up at Chloe, chucking a clove of garlic at the redhead. Chloe squeals as the garlic smacks her in the neck.
"That is disgusting Chloe."
"I'm only speaking the truth Bree."
"Stacie and I are just friends."
"Tell that to my gaydar Bree."
"Shut up and help me with dinner, you jerk."
Chloe throws her head back, laughing heartily.
~*~One Hour Later~*~
"Hey I heard you were a wild one!"
"Oooh"
"If I took you home, it'd be a home run."
"Show me how you do."
Aubrey laughs as Chloe booty bumps her on her way to the oven. The redhead pops open the oven door, sliding the lasagna in.
"I want to shut down the club."
"With you."
"Hey I heard you like the wild ones…"
"Wild ones, wild ones."
"Oooh."
"I am a wild one, break me in."
"Saddle me up and let's begin."
"I am a wild one, tame me now."
"Running with wolves and I'm on the prowl."
Both girls break out in giggles as they belt out the end of the song, Chloe's phone immediately shuffling to a new song. Chloe claps her hands animatedly, jumping up and down in place. Aubrey crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head at the overly excited redhead. Chloe booty bumps Aubrey's front before shaking her ass in front of the blonde.
"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums."
"Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone."
Aubrey's eyes widen slightly as she hears a tentative knock on the front door. Chloe stops her booty shaking to turn to her best friend. Chloe points the remote at the speaker, switching the music off. A giggle escapes the redhead's lips as she takes in the worry painted across the blonde's face. Aubrey has her bottom lip tucked in-between her teeth, worrying the tender flesh.
"I'll get the door babe."
Chloe breezes through the kitchen, smacking Aubrey's ass on her way to the front door. Chloe doesn't even bother peering through the peephole, she just turns the deadbolt and pulls open the door. Chloe eyes the two brunettes standing outside her door. The taller brunette looks Chloe up and down, licking her lips slightly.
"Hello gorgeous."
Chloe's eyes widen, a nervous laugh rushing past her lips.
"I am assuming that you are Dr. Leggy? I'm Chloe."
Stacie holds her hand out to the redhead. Chloe places her hand delicately into the brunette's. Stacie lifts Chloe's hand to her mouth, placing a kiss against the redhead's skin. Chloe giggles, sliding her hand out of Stacie's, letting it fall to her side.
"I'm Stacie. Aubrey didn't tell me that her best friend was smokin' hot."
"Stace, tuck the hunter back into your pants. He's getting out of control."
The smaller brunette steps forth, a sarcastic smirk across her lips. Chloe gazes at the shorter girl, jaw dropping slightly as she takes in the other girl. Between the heavy black eyeliner swiped across navy blue eyes, headphones slung across her neck, the tight black tank top with a blue plaid shirt thrown over it, tight skinny jeans and untied combat boots, Chloe is pretty sure that her panties just dropped. Chloe finally makes eye contact with the smaller girl, Beca cocking an eyebrow at the redhead.
"You're drooling there red."
Chloe's face heats up, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She closes her mouth, swiping at her mouth with one of her hands, trying to wipe away any drool that may be there. Beca chuckles lightly, holding her hand out to Chloe. Chloe hesitates for a brief moment before taking the other girl's hand. Both girls jump back slightly, dropping the other's hand as they are met with an electrical shock where their skin has met.
"Chlo, who is at the door?"
"It's Beca and I, Aubrey. Chloe and Beca are stuck in some sort of trance and Chloe is blocking the door."
Stacie's words filter though Chloe's ears, raising another blush to the redhead's cheeks. Chloe steps away from the doorway, waving both girls in. She shuts the door behind the girls, switching the deadbolt back into place. Beca immediately saunters over to the couch, plopping her body down into the plush cushioning. Stacie makes her way over to the kitchen, where Aubrey has spread notes out on the breakfast bar. Stacie takes a seat on one of the barstools, throwing her backpack up onto the counter.
"Aubrey, can we go study in your room? There isn't enough room on the counter."
"No way Stace, there is no way you will focus on studying if we are on my bed together."
"Oh I will study alright. I will most definitely be studying anatomy if we go in your room."
"Stacie!"
Aubrey smacks Stacie's arm lightly, blushing profusely at the brunette's crass promise.
"Gag me with a spoon."
Chloe turns her attention away from her best friend as Beca's sarcastic response filters throughout the apartment. Electric blue eyes meet amused navy blue eyes. Beca smirks at the redhead, tucking a wayward lock of brown hair behind her ear. Chloe's eyes break contact with Beca's as she spots a marking on Beca's wrist. Chloe rushes forth, jumping into the brunette's lap to grab her wrist.
"Dude!"
Chloe turns Beca's wrist over gently in her hand, softly rubbing her thumb over the small grasshopper that is tattooed there.
"You have a bug tattoo!"
Beca slides her wrist out of Chloe's grasp. Chloe shoves her right wrist in Beca's face, bouncing lightly in the brunette's lap.
"I have a bug tattoo!"
Beca chuckles at the redhead's enthusiasm.
"That's nice."
Chloe leans in closely, wrapping her arms around Beca's neck. Beca's eyes widen as the strong sent of lavender and vanilla invades her nostrils. She closes her eyes, lips parting slightly as she assumes that the redhead is going to close the non-existent gap between their lips. Chloe instead presses the side of her face into the side of the brunette's, lips ghosting over Beca's ear. A shiver rumbles through the brunette's small body as the redhead's warm breath washes over her.
"I think we're going to be fast friends."
Beca barely manages to suppress a groan as Chloe pulls her face back. She's not 100 percent, but she is pretty sure that she feels Chloe's teeth nip at her earlobe as sits back up. Beca stares at Chloe; slack jawed and maybe a little bit turned on as the redhead grins mischievously at her. Beca licks her licks unconsciously, closing her mouth as she regains her basic motor skills.
"Well you were bouncing on my junk just a minute ago."
Beca winks suggestively at the redhead, a flirty smile gracing her lips. Chloe's mouth drops open, eyes glazing over as not-so-innocent thoughts assault her mind. Chloe's pupils dilate slightly, blue hues darkening as her nostrils flare.
"Chloe. I shouldn't have to remind you after the last time, no sex on the couch. If you want to bang the midget, please do so in your room."
Chloe whips her head towards the breakfast bar, sliding off of Beca's lap onto her own cushion.
"We weren't having sex Bree!"
"Yet. We have had this conversation before. The last time we talked about this, you had sex on the couch anyway. I will make you replace the couch if you do it again."
"Bree, nothing was happening."
"Plus, the couch is leather Aubrey. If they have sex on it, we could just wipe it off"
"Gross Stace."
Stacie shrugs her shoulders at the blonde, turning her attention back to her notebook. Chloe turns her attention back to Beca, smiling widely at the brunette.
"So Beca, what do you do?"
Beca fidgets in her seat, wringing her hands in front of her body awkwardly. Something about this girl that makes her feel untethered, in the best way possible. She clears her throat, raising her right hand to her neck to rub at the skin.
"I uh, I deejay at a club at night, during the week I produce music at a company called Residual Heat."
"Deejay huh? Are you any good?"
"She's the tits. She is the house deejay at Pulse."
"Pulse! How long have you been deejaying at Pulse?"
"For two years now."
"Holy shit! DJ Lady BPM! CR and I are like obsessed with your mixes. We used to go to Pulse every Thursday before CR met her girlfriend Denise. I don't like going alone so I haven't been in a couple months. Plus, school has been crazy"
"Whoa Dude! Take a breath. Yes, I am DJ Lady BPM. I appreciate you being a fan. It means a lot."
"Oh totes. You are like crazy good. Your mash-up of Titanium and Bulletproof is my jam."
Chloe winks suggestively at the brunette.
"My lady jam."
"That's nice."
"It is. That song really builds."
Beca can feel the tips of her ears heating up, a flush adorning her cheeks. This girl has completely frazzled her nerves. Normally she has other girls acting coy, not the other way around. Chloe leans in closely to Beca again, blowing a puff of breath into the brunette's ear before seductively whispering.
"What's the matter Becs, cat got your tongue?"
Beca swallows thickly, running her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. She can feel desire pooling in her belly. Beca runs her sweaty palms over her jean clad thighs. Feeling slightly panicked at her body's reaction to the redhead, Beca stands up suddenly. She meets Chloe's bright blue eyes with her panicked navy ones.
"Where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall, last door on the right."
Beca all but runs down the hall, slamming the bathroom behind her. Chloe stands up from the couch, making her way over to the breakfast bar. Aubrey looks up from her textbook, pulling her pencil
out of her mouth.
"Stacie, your friend is weird."
Stacie looks up from her notes, eyeing her blonde friend.
"She isn't normally like this. She is usually very forward. Usually girls get flustered around Beca Mitchell, not the other way around. I don't know what it is about you Red, but you have broken my girl's swagger. I mean I can totally see it, you are insanely hot."
"You're pretty hot yourself, Dr. Leggy."
Aubrey feels her skin flush with anger, jealousy coursing through her veins. She slams her textbook shut, causing Chloe and Stacie to jump. The sight of Aubrey stomping into the kitchen breaks Chloe and Stacie's tiny flirting session. Chloe turns away from Stacie, walking into the kitchen. She walks up behind Aubrey, eyebrows raised and hands on her hips. Aubrey is bent over the open door of the stove, pretending to check on the lasagna. Chloe clears her throat loudly, causing the blonde to jump slightly. Aubrey shuts the over door, whipping her body around to face her best friend. Stacie stands up quietly, heading towards the bathroom to check on Beca. Aubrey eyes Chloe warily, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What do you want Chloe?"
"What is wrong Bree?"
Aubrey scoffs loudly, narrowing her eyes at the redhead.
"Nothing is wrong Chloe. I had to check on the food."
Chloe moves one of her hands off of her hip, poking her index finger into Aubrey's chest lightly.
"Cut the bullshit Aubrey."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't lie to me. I know you better than you know yourself. We have been friends for eighteen years. I can totally tell when you are lying to me. Spill."
Aubrey breaks eye contact with Chloe, dropping her gaze to the kitchen floor. She worries her bottom lip between her teeth, contemplating her answer.
"Do you have to flirt with everyone that you talk to?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean seriously, is no person safe?"
Realization dawns on Chloe, eyes widening in surprise. She lets out a small squeal, placing both hands on Aubrey shoulders. The force of her jumping causes Aubrey's body to rock back and forth.
"I knew it Bree."
"What are you talking about?"
"I knew that you liked Stacie. I told you that my gaydar was pinging when I saw you texting her."
"Of course I like her Chloe, have you seen her?"
"I'm not blind Bree, she's super-hot. Not my type but I would still wear her like a crown."
Aubrey smacks Chloe's arm lightly.
"Must you always be so crass Chloe? Jesus."
"It's a gift really."
Aubrey and Chloe continue their back and forth banter, unbeknownst to them that Stacie is still within earshot. Stacie smiles brightly, her chest feeling abnormally light.
"Time to woo the girl, Conrad."
Stacie continues down the hall, stopping in front of the closed bathroom door. She raps her fist lightly against the door. A tense minute passes before Beca responds through the door.
"Who is it?"
"Open up Short Stack."
"It's open Stace."
Stacie turns the knob of the door. She pushes the door open, stepping into the completely dark bathroom. Stacie flips on the switch, causing the shorter brunette to groan. Beca is sitting on the lip of the tub, feet swinging back and forth inside. A crumpled up baggie is sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. Stacie picks the baggie, sniffing the inside of the bag.
"Are you high Beca?"
Beca sniffs, turning her body around on the lip of the tub. She turns her body around, facing Stacie's disappointed stare. She drops her gaze to the floor, unable to maintain Stacie's burning glare.
"Not yet."
"What did you take?"
"Nothing."
Stacie places her perfectly manicured nails under Beca's chin, forcing her head up to meet her gaze.
"Cut the crap. What in the actual fuck did to take?"
"It was just some fucking Adderall Mom. Jesus."
"Adderall! Really Beca?! Adderall is for people with ADHD. If you don't have ADHD, it's like taking speed."
"I know what it does, DOCTOR CONRAD. I have snorted it before."
"You snorted it! Are you fucking crazy!?"
"Yes I snorted it; it kicks in faster that way."
"Where did you get the Adderall Beca?"
"One of Amy's friends that I met at the club."
"Of fucking course. I thought that you were done doing stupid shit like this Beca. After you overdosed last month, you said that you were done getting high."
"It doesn't matter. I can't be around that girl sober, she is driving me crazy."
"She's a nice girl Beca. You aren't a very nice person when you are high, I don't want you to hurt Aubrey's friend."
Beca scoffs.
"Just because you want to diddle blondie's lady bits, doesn't mean that I should have to babysit the ginger. She just gets in my head. I can't handle it."
"She is just flirty Beca. It's completely innocent. She flirted with me after you came in here, it really pissed Aubrey off."
"That is because the Uber Bitch wants to flick your bean too."
"Shut up Beca. She's not a bitch, she is just socially awkward. Also, I am totally okay with any bean flicking that may happen."
"Gross dude, I don't need to hear this from you. It's scarring me for life. It's like hearing my mom talk about sex."
"Um, that doesn't make any sense. We had sex two months ago."
"We aren't talking about that. Ever again. That was a one-time thing and yeah….."
Beca runs her fingers through her hair, fingers twitching slightly as she feels the Adderall start to kick in. Stacie opens her mouth to respond, closing her mouth as she is interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Chloe's melodic voice filters through the door.
"Guys, dinner is ready if you want to eat. We have like two hours before we are supposed to head out to the club."
"We'll be right out."
Stacie crumples the empty baggie in her hand, hastily shoving it into the pocket of her jeans. She pokes her finger into Beca's face, causing the brunette to flinch.
"You'd better keep your shit together. I will kill you if you ruin my chance with Aubrey. I have been trying to get to know her for a year now and I am so close to getting her to go out with me. Play nice and don't act like a fucking idiot."
"Aye aye Captain."
Beca raises her hand to her forehead, saluting the brunette sarcastically. Stacie flips Beca the middle finger, scowling deeply at her friend.
"Don't fuck this up Beca. I can't fucking believe that you are using again."
"You have been too busy to notice that I never stopped Stacie."
"Oh well, excuse the fuck out of me for being busy with school. I'm so fucking sorry that this isn't the Beca show."
"Whatever dude, nobody asked you to babysit me."
"Well somebody has to. I don't need you to fucking OD again. You fucking died last time Beca! You fucking flatlined on the fucking table for three fucking minutes. I stood by in the E.R. and watched them revive you. I can't take that shit again. I am sure that your body can't take that shit again. You are twenty one years old, do you want to die?"
Beca stands up, rolling up on her tippy toes to push her face into Stacie's. A growl escapes the smaller girl's lips.
"I don't fucking care Stace! It doesn't matter if I live or die. Nobody would care."
Stacie sniffles, tears welling up in green eyes. A sob erupts from her mouth, the tears falling down her cheeks, leaving wet trails on her face.
"That's real fucking nice Beca. Nobody would care if you died? What about your mom? Amy? Me? Hell, I think that even Warren and Sheila would care. Emily would most definitely care."
Stacie rubs her hands over her face, wiping tears away, careful to not smudge her makeup. She looks at her best friend one more time before walking out of the bathroom. Beca flinches as the bathroom door is slammed, echoing off of the walls. Beca sniffles loudly, trying to keep her tears at bay. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, swiping the phone unlocked. She opens her contacts, scrolling down to the "U's." She pulls up a contact named "Uni", Beca swipes to the left to send a text message.
DJ Lady BPM: (5:30 p.m.) Hey man, can you come get me? I need a pick me up.
Her text notification goes off seconds later.
Uni: (5:30 p.m.) DJ! Haven't heard from you in a while. I can swing by in a few to grab you. What do you want?
DJ Lady BPM: (5:31 p.m.) Awesome man! I'll just take the usual. Nothing fancy, just need to get through the next couple of days.
Beca walks up to the sink, switching on the faucet. She cups some cool water in her palms, slurping the water into her mouth. She swishes the water around a few times before spitting it back into the sink. She turns the tap off, turning her attention to the medicine cabinet. She hesitates for only a second before pulling open the cabinet. The contents are pretty bare, only on prescription pill bottle sits inside. Beca pulls the bottle out, reading the script. A grin crosses her face as she spies the word Xanax printed at the bottom. Beca unscrews the cap, shaking out a few pills into her hand. She puts a couple in her pocket for later, dropping two into her mouth, she dry swallows the small pills. Beca screws the cap back on, placing the bottle back into the cabinet. Her slightly glazed over navy eyes peruse the rest of the contents in the cabinet. There is some Tylenol, a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide, a cup and a small wooden box. Beca pulls the small wooden box out, flipping the clasp open. Beca eyes the inside of the box curiously, taking in the meager contents. On the top inside of the box three words are eloquently scripted, "Ugly, Fat, Sinner." Inside the box are a couple of band aids, some pieces of gauze and razor blades. Beca's eyes widen as she realizes what exactly she is looking at. She and Stacie had a friend in high school that was a cutter; she had a box just like the one in Beca's hands. Beca shakes herself out of a very unpleasant memory; she has lost count of how many times she found Ashley in the bathroom at school, blood all over the stall. It took a party junior year and a trip to the emergency room for Ashley to finally get help. Of course that help turned out to be a three month stint in the psych ward. Beca snaps the box shut, replacing it in the cabinet before closing the door.
Uni: (5:35 p.m.) I gotcha DJ! I'm gonna have to hit Bumper up because I am fresh out right now. Are you at home?
DJ Lady BPM: (5:35 p.m.) No problem dude. I am not at home right now. Stace drug me to her newest conquests swanky ass apartment in Glendale.
Uni: (5:36 p.m.) Shit girl. Text me the address and I am on my way.
DJ Lady BPM: (5:36 p.m.) I gotta get out of this apartment. There is a Starbucks a half mile up the street. 469 Burchett ST. See ya soon.
Beca slides her phone back into her pocket; pulling the door open, she walks out of the bathroom. She makes her down the hall, eyes staring holes through her boots. Her steps come to an abrupt stop when she runs into a petite body. A loud oof escapes her lips as she falls to the ground, the other body crashing on top of her. Her first thought is "fuck that hurt like a bitch." Her second thought is, "this body feels really good pressed against me." When Beca opens her eyes, she meets the gaze of the one person in the house that she was trying to avoid. Her entire vocabulary flies out the window when those electric blue eyes lock on her face.
"Oh my God! Beca, are you okay?"
"Uh…."
Chloe's look of concern turns into a slightly amused grin as she watches the brunette stumble to find her words. After a solid two minutes of complete silence, Beca finally musters up a few words.
"I'm good Red. You okay?"
"I'm totes fine. I am on top of you after all."
Chloe giggles softly, her breath washing over Beca's face. The brunette can smell marinara sauce, but it is paling in comparison to the redhead's natural smell of lavender and vanilla. Beca's nostrils flare as the arousal hits her again, hard. Her drug addled mind not really able to filter any thoughts right now.
"You can be on top of me any time that you want. I would prefer it if you were naked next time though."
A blush rises on Chloe's cheeks, making her blue eyes pop even more. Beca stares dreamily at the other girl, committing every single inch of Chloe's skin to memory.
"I'm not that easy Beca, you'd have to take me out to dinner first."
"There is lasagna in the kitchen. Let's go."
Chloe laughs, the noise like music to Beca's ears.
"Smooth."
Beca smirks at the redhead, shifting her body slightly under the other girl.
"I try. As much as I am enjoying the hell out of this, my leg is falling asleep. Do you think that we could get off of the ground?"
Chloe's eyes widen, a look of horror marring her features.
"I am so sorry Beca!"
Chloe jumps up off of the brunette. She holds her hand out to the other girl, pulling her to her feet. Beca chuckles lightly, dusting off her skinny jeans.
"It's totally not a problem Red. I don't mind having a hot girl on top of me. Plus you weigh like five pounds soaking wet, you aren't really a heavy burden on my body."
"I do not. Times that by like fifty and you will be closer."
"Not even dude, you are like crazy thin. Do you even eat?"
"I eat all of the time. Way too much if you ask me."
"Well, you should be really confident about all of that. Because it is pretty rocking."
"Stop."
"I'm just sayin'." If you've got it, flaunt it. And you've got it babe."
Beca's phone notification pings, breaking the moment between the two girls.
"I gotta go Red. I'll see you later at the club?"
"You're not staying to eat?"
"I can't. I have some stuff to take care of before I play tonight. I will see you in a couple of hours."
"Okay."
Beca takes a deep breath, inhaling the other girl's scent one last time before she leaves. Chloe impulsively leans forward, placing a soft kiss against Beca's cheek. Beca revels in the small show of affection, eyes falling closed at the sensation. The moment is broken too soon when Chloe pulls away, turning her back the Beca. She throws a small wave at the brunette over her shoulder before walking into the bathroom that Beca just walked out of. Beca stands in the middle of the hallway in a stupor, synapses firing as she feels the electricity from the redhead's lips still on her skin. She can hear Chloe in the bathroom, the medicine cabinet being opened. She hears the soft clank of the cup on the counter, the sound of pouring filling her ears. She hears the cabinet close, curiosity wins over, she tiptoes to the bathroom door. She can hear soft sniffles and the gulping sound of Chloe drinking something.
"Thin. You're not thin. You're disgusting. You're nothing."
Beca's eyes widen at the whispered words of hatred. She so badly wants to open the door, but she is pretty sure that won't go over really well. So she settles for holding her ear to the door, snooping in the most subtle way that she knows how. After a few more sniffles, she can hear the telltale sound of dry heaving. It only lasts a few seconds before she can hear the redhead quietly vomit. Her heart literally breaks as she listens to the other girl empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. She can feel tears prickle in her tear ducts, her eyes going blurry as the tears cloud her vision. She listens through the door until she hears the toilet flush, the only audible sound are the sobs erupting from the bathroom and the pounding of Beca's heart. With an extremely heavy heart, Beca turns away from the bathroom, making her way down the hall. She walks into the living room, stopping in front of the couch. Stacie and Aubrey are seated on the couch, huddled close as they laugh at something mindless on the television. Stacie raises her eyes to the brunette, hurt and anger flashing through them. Aubrey looks up at the small brunette, cocking an eyebrow questioningly at the girl. Beca grabs her headphones off of the living room table, slinging them around her neck. She meets Stacie's sorrowful green eyes.
"I'm going to hitch a ride with Uni to the club."
"Do you really think that is a good idea Beca?"
"Well, I have a few things to take care of before work tonight. So he told me that he would pick me up."
Stacie rolls her eyes.
"I'm sure that you do Beca. Try not to do anything stupid please."
"Whatever Mom. I hope that you guys come out to the club tonight."
"Well I am sure that even if I didn't want to, they would call me at the end of the night to drag your drunken ass out anyway. We'll be there at 8."
"I'll see you guys at 8."
Beca turns on her foot, making a beeline for the front door. She leaves the apartment without another word, shutting the door firmly behind her.
"Are you okay?"
Stacie looks up from her lap to meet the concerned green eyes of her crush boring into hers. She fakes a small smile.
"I'm fine Bree. I can't talk about it right now."
Aubrey nods, knowing that the brunette will open up to her in time. She slides her free arm behind the couch, sliding it down the couch. She rests her hand against Stacie's hip, pulling the younger girl in closer. Stacie shifts closer to Aubrey, laying her head against the blonde's shoulder. A content sigh leaves the brunette's lips, eyes slipping closed as she breathes in the other girl.
"I'm here if you ever need to talk Stace."
"I know Bree, I appreciate you more than you could ever know."
Stacie lifts her hand to the blonde's chin, lifting her own head off of the other girl's shoulder. She turns the blonde's head to face her. She takes in the blonde's face, panic slightly flashing across her eyes.
"I'm going to kiss you now."
Aubrey's eyes slip closed in anticipation, lips parting slightly. Stacie leans in slightly, drinking in the other girl's features for a split second. She closes the small gap between their faces, softly placing her lips against Aubrey's. Aubrey shifts to face Stacie more, her hand gripping Stacie's hip tightly, fingers flexing instinctively. A small moan escapes the brunette's lips at the sensation, the air whooshing out of her nose harshly. Aubrey's panic immediately subsides, her body filling with a mixture of confidence and arousal. She bites down on the brunette's bottom lip, soothing the burn with her lips. Stacie moans again, using her tongue to part the blonde's lips. She is granted access, immediately slipping her tongue into the blonde's mouth. She licks slowly into Aubrey's mouth, drinking in the sweetness of the blonde's lips. Aubrey meets the brunette stroke for stroke, doing her own exploration of Stacie's mouth. When the need for oxygen becomes too great, the girls break apart. Panting lightly, Stacie kisses her way down the blonde's jaw. Aubrey slips her free hand into Stacie's hair, tugging lightly at the brunette locks. She pulls Stacie's face into her neck, a loud moan escaping her lips when she feels Stacie bite down on her pulse point. Stacie nips and sucks at the skin, soothing each nip with a stroke of her tongue.
"I knew it!"
Stacie pulls away from Aubrey's neck with an audible pop, smirking at the dark purple mark that she has left on the blonde's fair skin. The girl's jump apart from each other as Chloe bounds into the room, a huge grin on her face. She plops down on the couch next to Aubrey, hand patting her friend's thigh.
"I told you that you were gay for Dr. Leggy."
Aubrey pulls her hand from Stacie's hip, burying her face into her hands in mortification. She doesn't regret kissing Stacie; she just doesn't like being caught in a lie. She fought against this crush so hard for so long, because she was raised to believe that same sex relationships were not okay. Stacie just came in like a wrecking ball, smashing though Aubrey's carefully constructed walls. Rather than feel bad about liking Stacie, Aubrey just feels wanted. That is all she ever really wanted. She lifts her head up with a determined glint in her eyes. Completely ignoring Chloe, she turns her attention to Stacie.
"I have been waiting for that to happen for almost a year."
A smile graces Stacie's lips.
"You mean that I could have kissed you last year when we were in physics?"
"Oh god no, I would have freaked out. I have subconsciously wanted that for almost a year. I just realized this afternoon that I had feelings for you that surpassed platonic friendship."
Stacie laughs, placing a soft kiss against Aubrey's lips.
"Now that we have established that, do you want to go on a date with me?"
Aubrey pecks Stacie's lips again, pulling back with a soft smile.
"I would love to."
"This is toooooo cute!"
"Shut up Chloe."
Chloe laughs heartily. She stands up from the couch, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"I'm going to get ready; I need to look hot for the club."
Chloe all but runs into her room, shutting the door firmly behind her.
"She really likes Beca. She has talked non-stop about DJ Lady BPM for almost two years now."
Stacie frowns slightly.
"I don't think that it would be very good for Chloe to get involved with Beca right now."
"Why not?"
"She's just having some problems right now."
"Does this have anything to do with the accident that she got into last year?"
"Well that is what started the downward spiral. Chloe's a sweet girl, I'm afraid that Beca will destroy her."
"Chloe is a lot stronger than she looks."
"I hope so."
"She'll be fine."
"If you say so. Hey, do you want to make out until we have to get ready to go?"
Aubrey laughs, pushing against Stacie's arm lightly. When she sees the seriousness in the brunette's eyes, she swallows thickly.
"Um…."
"I'll take that pause as a yes."
Before Aubrey can change her mind, Stacie leans in, pressing her lips tightly against Aubrey's.
TBC
Some Staubrey action at the end here. I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter!