A/N: Hello Awesome Nerds! I don't really have much to say this time around. So let's just get right down to it shall we? As always, I don't own Pitch Perfect, I just ship the hell out of Bechloe and Staubrey. So sit back and enjoy. Please R&R!
Chapter 7: Sticks and Stones may break my bones
The first thing that Beca sees when she opens her eyes is red. Literally her vision is completely clouded by red. Chloe's red locks are strewn across Beca's face as the brunette cuddles into the taller girl's back. A lazy smile spreads across Beca's face; she nuzzles her face deeper into the crook of Chloe's neck. Beca ghosts her lips over Chloe's pulse point, pressing a single feather-light kiss to the redhead's skin. A quiet moan leaves the slumbering redhead's lips. Beca smiles once more before she allows sleep to take her over once again.
The next time Beca wakes up, she is met with cold sheets. She feels a pang of disappointment hit her chest hard. The disappointment quickly fades when she spots Chloe's cell phone sitting on her bedside table. Beca turns to her bedside table, snatching her phone off of the charger. She squints as the bright light of her screen assaults her still drowsy eyes. A frown sets in deep when she notices the early time staring back at her, 9:34 a.m. She is pretty sure that her and Chloe stopped rolling around in her sheets sometime around 5 a.m. Four and a half hours of sleep make for a very grumpy Beca. Her normal morning grumpiness is less pronounced today, probably due to all of the hot sex that she had last night. Her body is definitely feeling sore, in the most delicious way. Beca unlocks her phone screen, immediately opening the text message app. The last message is of course from Stacie at 2:30 a.m.
Hunter: (2:30 a.m.) Made it home safely with Bree. She is pretty much a blubbering mess of drunken tears right now. I am putting her to bed now. I am glad that you guys made it home safely too. I am assuming that you are already knuckle deep in red's cupcake so I will leave you alone. Love ya! ;)
Beca begins tapping out a reply, her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration.
DJ: (9:36 a.m.) Are you awake yet BEYOTCH?
Okay, so maybe it's not Beca's best retort to her best friend's vulgar text message but she hasn't had her coffee yet. So sue her. It takes a lot of motor skills that she doesn't possess this early in the morning to be her normal witty self. Her text notification chimes after a few seconds.
Hunter: (9:36 a.m.) I'm alive. As far as functioning goes, I'm running at like 30% right now. I need coffee and bagels STAT. Wanna meet at Panera in 30?
DJ: (9:37 a.m.) FUCK YES DUDE! I love you so hard right now.
Hunter: (9:37 a.m.) I know babe. It's not just because of my tits. Now get your tiny ass in the shower and wash that sex stink off of you. You know how the Hunter gets when he smells sex.
DJ: (9:38 a.m.) Fine. BTW your text message earlier this morning, gross. Knuckle deep in red's cupcake? Who in the hell even says that?
Hunter: (9:38 a.m.) Am I wrong?
DJ: (9:39 a.m.) Dude, shut up.
Beca sets her phone back on the table with a sigh. She flings the covers off of her body, a violent chill ripping through her completely naked body. She walks over to her closet, pulling a robe off of the back of the door. Beca slides the robe over her shoulders, tying it loosely around her hips. She slowly makes her way over to her closed bathroom door, feeling the ache of last night's activities in her thighs. As she comes up to the door, she can hear the shower running on the other side. Beca raises her hand to the closed door.
~*~Chloe POV~*~
The first thing that Chloe registers when she wakes up is the warmth of the body that is wrapped around her. The darkness that still surrounds the room lets her know that she hasn't been asleep for very long. She stretches her arm out slightly, grabbing her phone without breaking Beca's warm embrace. Chloe squints one eye as the screen of her phone comes to life, glancing at the time on her home screen. A soft groan leaves her lips when she is met with the bold black numbers of her clock. 4:00 a.m. She has been asleep for less than an hour.
"Turn off the damn sun."
A small giggle leaves Chloe's mouth as Beca's hand leaves her waist to unsuccessfully smack her phone out of her hand. Chloe locks her phone, placing it back on the bedside table. Beca's hand falls back down limply onto Chloe's waist, pulling the older girl closer.
"What time is it?"
"It's four."
"Gross dude, why are you awake?"
"I don't know. I just woke up…."
Beca smiles into Chloe's neck. She slowly slides her hand up from Chloe's waist. A moan leaves the redhead's lips as Beca's hand cups her breast. Chloe arches her chest into Beca's hand as the brunette pinches her nipple. Chloe shivers as she feels Beca's warm breath on her ear. The shiver turns into a hiss as the brunette sucks the redhead's earlobe into her mouth. Beca bites down on Chloe's earlobe, rolling the hardened nipple between her fingers.
"Let me help you go back to sleep."
Beca moves her hand from the redhead's chest. She presses the palm of her hand into Chloe's shoulder, pulling the redhead onto her back. Beca takes advantage of the other girl's momentary shock, moving her leg over the other girl's waist to straddle her. Chloe's shock wears off; she brings her hands up to tangle through messy brunette locks. The brunette's moan is swallowed by the redhead's mouth as she crashes their lips together. Chloe wastes no time in parting the brunette's lips, slipping her tongue into the other girl's mouth. Beca presses her naked body down into the redhead's, moaning as their heated skin meets. Chloe grips Beca's hips tightly, rolling their hips together. Beca breaks the kiss with a moan, tearing her lips away from the redhead's. Chloe's whimper of protest quickly shifts into a low moan as Beca latches her lips onto the redhead's pulse point.
"God!"
Beca smiles against Chloe's neck. She sucks the skin into her mouth, biting down on the tender flesh. Chloe's grip tightens on Beca's naked hips, bucking her own hips into the brunette's. Chloe lets out a hiss as Beca bites down harshly on her pulse point. Chloe lets go of one of Beca's hips, sliding her hand into the brunette's wavy locks. She tugs lightly on Beca's hair, causing her to remove her lips from Chloe's neck. The redhead pulls Beca's face into hers, capturing the other girl's lips in a passionate kiss. Chloe breaks the kiss, kissing her way down Beca's jaw. Chloe turns her attention to the other girl's neck, sucking hard on the brunette's pulse point. Beca moans loudly, pressing her hips down into Chloe's.
"Fuck! Chlo, I need you!"
Chloe pulls her lips away from Beca's neck, smirking at the dark purple bruise that she leaves in her wake.
"Come up here."
The huskiness in Chloe's voice sends a sharp jolt of arousal straight to Beca's core. Chloe tightens her grip on Beca's hip, guiding the younger girl up on the bed. Chloe guides Beca's hands to the thick wooden headboard of the brunette's bed.
"Hold on."
Chloe runs her hands down Beca's sides, tugging the brunette's lithe body so she is hovering over the redhead's face. Beca's body trembles with a mixture of anticipation and arousal as the redhead adjusts her body underneath the brunette. Beca's eyes screw shut, her tongue pressing into the side of her cheek as she hovers impatiently over the redhead. Just as Beca is about to bark at the redhead for taking her time, she feels the warmth of Chloe's tongue tentatively lick through her folds.
"Holy fuck!"
Beca's body lurches forward, steadied only by Chloe's tight grip on her thighs. Beca tightens her grip on the headboard, knuckles turning white as she holds on for dear life. Chloe runs her tongue through the brunette's folds once again, licking a tight circle against Beca's clit. Beca moans loudly, barely resisting the urge to roll her hips for fear of hurting the redhead below her.
"Jesus Chlo…"
Chloe bites down softly on the brunette's clit, causing Beca to throw her head back with another loud moan. Chloe slides her tongue through the other girl's folds, tongue pressing into Beca's entrance.
"Oh my gahhhh."
Beca is positive that she has not been brought to the brink this quickly before. Granted this is the first time that she has straddled someone's face, but she isn't entirely convinced that is the reason why she is right on the edge of her orgasm. In the short amount of time that she has been around the redhead, she has felt things that she didn't know she was capable of feeling at all. Frankly, it scares the living shit out of her. There is also a sense of excitement at the prospect of the redhead being different. Maybe she won't leave Beca like everyone else in her life has. Maybe she won't give up on her just because she has a small drug problem. It's not really a problem per say, Beca is positive that she can stop whenever she chooses to. She just doesn't really want to.
Beca snaps out of her thoughts with a groan as she feels one of Chloe's hands leave her thigh. The redhead slides her fingers through the brunette's folds, moaning against Beca as she feels how wet the other girl is. Chloe quickly thrusts her tongue in and out of the brunette a few times. She pulls her tongue out of Beca's entrance, earning a groan of disapproval from the brunette. Chloe moves her attention back to the brunette's clit, sucking the hardened nub in between her lips as she slides two of her fingers into the other girl.
"Fuck!"
Beca screams out through gritted teeth, her body lurching forward towards the headboard, her fingernails digging harshly into the dark oak. She rests her head against the wood, fighting against the urge to press her body down into the redhead's mouth.
"Chlo, baby please. I'm so close. Harder."
Chloe speeds up her ministrations, pulling her fingers almost all of the way out of the brunette before slamming them back into her. Beca moans loudly against the oak, lightly rolling her hips against the redhead's mouth. Chloe moans against Beca's clit, teasing the hardened nub lightly with her teeth. She curls her fingers inside of the brunette, pressing into the spongy flesh of Beca's g-spot. Beca throws her head back with a loud moan, gyrating against the redhead's face.
"Holy fu….oh!"
Beca's words cut out into a moan as Chloe scissors her fingers inside of the brunette. Beca's words are reduced to unintelligible moans and curses as Chloe curls her fingers into the girl's g-spot, she lightly drags her nails against Beca's inner walls as she pulls out. As she thrusts into the brunette again, she tightens her grip on Beca's thigh, pulling the brunette harder against her face. Chloe can feel how close the brunette is, her walls practically trapping the redhead's fingers. Chloe presses a third finger inside of the impossibly tight brunette. She speeds up the movements of her tongue, pressing tight circles into Beca's clit.
"Fuck….Chlo…I'm gonna cum…"
Chloe thrusts quickly into Beca three times before curling her fingers again. She sucks the brunette's clit into her mouth, biting down lightly on the hardened nub.
"CHLOE!"
Beca back arches, her fingernails scratching crescent shaped indents into the heavy oak. Her hips instinctively roll against the older girl's mouth as her orgasm washes over her. She can feel warm liquid gush out of her as Chloe continues her assault. The redhead eagerly laps up her arousal, pressing two fingers softly into the brunette as she helps Beca ride out her orgasm. Chloe pulls her fingers out of the brunette, a groan of disapproval leaving Beca's mouth at the loss of being filled. Chloe runs her tongue through the brunette's folds, Beca's body twitching violently at the overstimulation.
"Baby, please…I can't take anymore…" Beca pants.
Chloe pulls her mouth away from Beca's center, sliding out from under the brunette's body. Chloe rolls over to the other side of the bed, trying to calm her jackhammering heart. Beca immediately sinks to her knees, falling face first into the mattress. A few moments of heavy silence pass between the two women, Beca trying to regain control of her extremities, Chloe trying to calm the arousal that is coursing through her body. When Beca is certain that she is still alive, she turns her face to look at the redhead. Chloe's lips are slightly parted, eyes screwed shut. Her face is glistening with a light sheen of sweat, cheeks red from excursion.
Chloe can feel Beca's eyes scrutinizing her, but she is too far gone to care. Her body is throbbing for release, every movement shooting sparks of pleasure through her body. She opens her eyes to look at Beca when she feels the brunette place a hand on her cheek. Beca gasps when Chloe's eyes meet hers. The redhead's normally electric blue eyes are completely black with desire. Beca turns her body to face the redheads, sliding a hand down Chloe's torso. Beca closes the gap between the two of them, pressing her lips against the redheads. She moans into the other girl's mouth as she tastes her own arousal. Chloe breaks the kiss with a moan as Beca cups her breast. Chloe presses her face into Beca's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.
"Bec, baby please don't tease. Just fuck me already."
Beca moans against Chloe's cheek, another jolt of arousal hitting her core at the redhead's dirty talk. Beca slides her hand off of Chloe's breast, moving her hand slowly down the redhead's taut stomach. Chloe moans loudly in Beca's ear as the brunette slides her fingers through dripping folds. Beca wastes no time in slipping two fingers into the redhead, knowing that she is hurting for release. Beca curls her fingers inside of the redhead, eliciting another loud moan. Chloe bites down on Beca's pulse point, sucking the skin harshly. She soothes the burn with her tongue as the brunette lets out a pleasurable hiss. Beca's fingers speed up, thrusting into the redhead with reckless abandon.
"Fuck! Becs! Harder baby..!"
Beca presses her thumb into the redhead's clit, curling her fingers with every thrust. Chloe is panting into the skin of Beca's neck, muttering unintelligible curses and praises.
"Turn your head for me baby."
Chloe uses what small about of control that she still has over her limbs to pull her face out of Beca's neck. As soon as she turns her head slightly, Beca latches her mouth onto Chloe's neck. Chloe presses her fist to her mouth to muffle a scream. Beca pulls her lips away from the redhead's neck. She uses her free hand to pull Chloe's fist away from her mouth, a cocky smirk on the brunette's lips.
"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear you."
Beca drops her face back into Chloe's neck, grazing her teeth against the redhead's pulse point. She presses her hips into her hand, pressing her fingers deeper into Chloe's tight entrance. Being a DJ really works to the brunette's advantage. Her nimble fingers being able to focus on many things at once, playing the redhead like a soundboard.
"I'm so close!"
Beca feels the redhead's walls tightening, her release dangerously close. She presses a third finger into Chloe's entrance, curling her fingers into the redhead's g-spot. She mashes her thumb in a coordinated circle on Chloe's clit, biting down hard on the redhead's pulse point.
"FUCK! BECA!"
Chloe's orgasm hits her like a freight train, her scream echoing around the room. Beca continues her ministrations, helping the redhead ride out her orgasm. Chloe weakly pushes against Beca's hand, the brunette's fingers still buried deep inside of her.
"No more…please…"
Beca smiles against Chloe's neck. She takes pity on the redhead, pulling her fingers out of Chloe's sensitive core. Beca raises her fingers to her face, in an attempt to clean them off. Chloe grabs Beca's hand, pulling the brunette's fingers into her mouth. Chloe moans around Beca's fingers, the taste of her arousal sending aftershocks to her core. Beca moans loudly, pulling her fingers out of Chloe's mouth, only to replace them with her mouth. Beca moans into Chloe's mouth, the taste of the redhead shooting arousal through her core again. Beca breaks the kiss, panting against Chloe's lips.
"You stole my favorite part."
Chloe laughs, pressing her lips chastely against the brunette's. Chloe breaks the kiss, a yawn taking over her body. Beca laughs, pressing a soft kiss against the redhead's cheek.
"Let's get some more sleep."
Chloe turns her back to the brunette, pulling the covers over their naked bodies. Beca snakes her arm across Chloe's waist, pulling the redhead tightly against her body. She presses her lips against Chloe's shoulder, trailing soft kisses against the redhead's back. Chloe moans lightly, interlocking her fingers with the brunette's. Beca presses her face against the curve of the redhead's neck, letting sleep take over her body.
Chloe wakes up with a start. The nightmare of night that her mother died brought to the front of her mind. The nightmares always start up again around the anniversary of the accident. It takes a few moments for the panic of the nightmare to fade, Chloe's breath coming out in soft pants as she tries to ground herself. When she sufficiently calms her mind and body down, she finally takes in her surroundings. The first thing that she notices is that she is not in her room. Or Aubrey's room for that matter. This is definitely not their apartment. Her momentary confusion is broken as memories of the night before flood her mind. She remembers fighting with Aubrey at the club, running out on her new friends. She remembers getting lost on the way to their apartment, alcohol making her vision and her recollection fuzzy. She remembers Beca finding her on the stairs of the random house that Chloe sat down on. She remembers kissing Beca on the stairs and getting in a car with her. She remembers getting to the brunette's apartment and pretty much the rest of the night and the early morning were multiple rounds of sex. Hot, rough sex. The best sex that Chloe has ever had in her life. Beca is still sleeping soundly against the redhead's back, her arm wound tightly against Chloe's waist. Chloe takes a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of the brunette snuggling into her body. She can feel the DJ's lips pressed against her pulse point. The brunette's warm breath causing shivers to roll down Chloe's spine. A soft groan escapes the redhead's lips as she feels Beca's hands move subconsciously across her naked abdomen. Chloe's mind is a mixture of lust and panic right now. Fortunately for her, lust is winning right now. She bites back a groan as she feels Beca's hand slide down her abdomen.
"Beca? Are you awake?"
Chloe's question is met with only a soft groan from the slumbering brunette. Beca's hand subconsciously seeks out its prize, Chloe letting out a low moan as the brunette's fingers slide through her drenched core. Beca's hand slides down Chloe's thigh, rubbing against the rough, scarred skin of the redhead. Chloe's mind immediately starts to panic, negative thoughts flooding her mind.
-You're disgusting.
-You're nothing.
-She will leave you too, just like your mom.
-Nobody wants damaged goods. Once she sees your disgusting scars, she will see you for what you are. She will hate you.
Chloe stifles a sob, tears forming in crystal blue eyes. She softly pulls Beca's arm off of her waist, quietly scrambling off of the bed. She makes her way to the bathroom, careful not to wake the slumbering brunette. When she is safely inside of the bathroom, she quietly locks the door behind her. The tears are falling freely now, blurring her vision as she makes her way to the toilet. Chloe barely has time to lift the lid before the contents of her stomach empty into the bowl. She sniffles quietly, dry heaving into the toilet bowl. A few moments pass, the redhead struggling to get her breathing under control. When she has calmed down enough, she cleans herself and the bathroom up, flushing the evidence of her disease down the drain. Chloe shuts the lid, turning her attention to the shower. She pulls open the door, turning the knob to start the water.
"Fuck." In Chloe's haste to get to the bathroom, she forgot that she was completely naked. There is no way that she can face Beca naked while being sober. Chloe pulls a towel off of the rack, wrapping the plush fabric around her body. The redhead walks over to the bathroom door, turning the lock and opening the door. Chloe opens the door to a sleep tousled brunette, her tiny fist raised to the door. A smile spreads across the brunette's face.
"G'mornin'."
"Mornin'."
Beca takes a moment to drink in the older girl. Her hair is tousled in the sexiest of ways. Dark purple hickeys mar the golden skin of the redhead's neck. Beca smiles fades as she notices the tear tracks on Chloe's cheeks. She reaches out to wipe the redhead's tears, frowning when Chloe shies away from her touch.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You look like you've been crying."
"I'm fine. I just had a bad dream."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Ooookay. Well Stacie texted me and asked if we would meet her for breakfast in like thirty minutes and I don't know about you, but I am famished. So….if you wanna go, we need to get ready like yesterday."
"I'm not really hungry but I could go for a coffee right now."
"How are you not hungry? We pretty much had a marathon of sex last night. I am surprised that we are still alive."
"I'm just not hungry, okay! No need for the third degree."
"Okay. No need to be snappy."
"Sorry. I'm just tired."
"S'fine. Don't worry about it. I am sure that you don't want to go out in yesterday's clothes. I can borrow you some but I wear like a lot flannel and a lot of black. I could probably steal something from Stace but she dresses like a lady of the night so she has a lot of low cut tops and reallllly tight shorts. It's up to you really."
"If you have a pair of jeans that I can borrow and just a random shirt that would be fine, I don't really care."
"Okay, I will go find something. Feel free to use my shampoo and conditioner."
"Thank you"
Chloe leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Beca's cheek. Beca leans in to the kiss, eyes closing at the feeling of the redhead's lips. Chloe turns away, making her way back to the shower. Beca makes her way to her closet, pulling open the door. She pulls two pairs of skinny jeans off of hangers; she grabs a black tank top and the only colored tank top that she owns. It's a royal blue color and Beca is pretty sure that it is going to look amazing on the redhead. She pulls a green and black flannel shirt off of its hanger, kicking her closet door shut on the way out. Beca grabs Chloe's purple bra off of her bedroom floor. She picks the underwear off of the floor, wincing as she notices that it is in tatters. She must have ripped it in her haste last night. She makes her way over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of lacy purple panties. She grabs a green pair for herself, grabbing a matching bra. She makes her way back into the bathroom, walking through the open door. She sets the clothes that she picked out for Chloe on the sink. Beca turns her attention to the shower. Chloe is lathering shampoo into her fiery red locks, eyes closed in concentration. Beca turns her gaze to the floor, tapping her knuckle lightly against the shower door.
"Chlo? I set some clothes out for you on the sink. If you don't like what I grabbed, just let me know. I may have destroyed your underwear last night so I grabbed you a pair. I know that sounds totally weird, but they are brand new. I got them last week on a shopping trip with Stace. I haven't even worn them yet, they still have the tags on them. If you don't want to wear them….."
"Beca, its fine. I trust you. I am sure that whatever you picked out is fine. I will be done in a minute so you can shower."
"I'm going to go jump in Stacie's shower, we have to meet them in 20 minutes and it's a ten minute drive. So….see ya in a minute!"
Beca bolts out of the bathroom, chancing one more glance at the redhead. Chloe is staring back at her with a wide grin. Beca blushes furiously, raising her hand to awkwardly wave at the redhead. Chloe shakes her head with a chuckle.
~*~Twenty-Five Minutes Later~*~
Beca pulls her black BMW 5 Series into the parking lot of Panera. She hops out of the car, walking over to the passenger door. She pulls the door open for the redhead, holding her hand out to the other girl. Chloe glances up at the brunette, taking her hand with a small smile. Beca helps Chloe out of her car, shutting the door behind her. She presses the lock on her key fob, activating the alarm. She tucks the keys into the back pocket of her jeans. Beca turn her attention back to the redhead, placing her hand on the small of Chloe's back. The two women make their way into the café together. They immediately spot their best friends, tucked closely together into a booth near the back of the café. They make their way to the booth, sitting across from their friends. Chloe warily glances at her best friend, taking in the blonde's appearance. A Posen never goes out in public in anything but their best, but Chloe has known Aubrey for twenty years. Chloe can see the slight puffiness of Aubrey's eyes. She can see the small cracks in Aubrey's lips. The dryness of them telling Chloe that Aubrey has thrown up more than once. The biggest giveaway is the fact that Aubrey isn't wearing her contacts today. Her green eyes are lined with thin rimmed glasses. Aubrey never wears her contacts after she has spent the night crying; usually her eyes are too sensitive. So even though Aubrey's appearance screams perfection, Chloe can tell that her best friend feels like complete shit. Aubrey's spectacled eyes meet the sparkling blue of Chloe's, sadness pouring out of the two girls. Beca clears her throat, causing all three women to turn her attention to the small brunette.
"Right. So Stace and I are going to go order. What would you guys like?"
"I'll take a skinny vanilla latte with soymilk. And a plain bagel with light cream cheese on the side." Aubrey's rough voice speaks out first, cracking due to the pain of being sick all night.
"I want a caramel macchiato with extra caramel. Oh and two extra shots of espresso."
"Okay. What kind of bagel would you like Chlo?"
"I'm not hungry."
Aubrey places her hand on top of Chloe's. Chloe meets the gaze of her best friend.
"Chloe, you need to eat. You hardly ate any dinner last night, and I am fairly certain that you and the hobbit didn't eat after you left the club. I know that this week is hard for you, but you need to remember to take care of yourself."
Chloe pulls her hand out of Aubrey's grasp, rubbing it over her makeup free face.
"Fine. I'll take the cinnamon crunch bagel. No cream cheese."
"Coming right up ladies."
Stacie and Beca get to their feet, making their way to the counter to order their food. Aubrey clears her throat, causing Chloe to turn and face her best friend again.
"Chlo, I am so sorry about last night. I have no idea what came over me."
Chloe clears her throat, pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes to reign in the tears that are forming.
"I want to tell you that it's okay, but I would be lying. You know how I feel about that word Aubrey. You can call me almost any other word that you can think of aside from the "d" word, but that word cuts me deep. You know that word was my father's favorite thing to call me."
"I know Chloe. I was so jealous. I was drunk."
"That isn't an excuse Bree. I told you that I was only dancing with Stacie. I would never try and bed someone that you have feelings for. How long have we known each other? You are my best friend. No. You are my sister Aubrey. You have been beside me for everything. You were there for me when mom died. You and your parents took me in after my father kicked me out. You were there for me when I came out to my grandparents. You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else in my life and last night you did just that."
Aubrey pulls her glasses off, burying her face into her hands. She lets out a small sob, her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears. Chloe gets to her feet, making her way around the table. She slides into Aubrey's side of the booth. Aubrey looks up from her hands as she feels dip of bench. She looks over at her best friend, tears streaming down both of their cheeks. Chloe pulls Aubrey into a tight hug, the blonde burying her face into the crook of the redhead's neck.
"I am so, so sorry Chloe." Aubrey breathes into the redhead's neck between sobs.
"I know honey. I forgive you. Just call me a bitch next time okay? I can handle being called a bitch."
"There won't be a next time; I will never get angry with you again."
Chloe laughs into Aubrey's hair.
"Bull. Bree, we fight all of the time. We have been friends for most of our lives and we have lived together for the past six years. Of course we are going to get mad at each other again. It's inevitable."
Aubrey laughs, pulling her face out of the crook of Chloe's neck.
"That is so aca-true."
"Totes."
The two women break apart as their two brunettes make their way back to the table, setting down their trays with drinks and bagels. They slide in across from the older women, passing out drinks and food to their respective owners. The two brunettes immediately dig into their bagels, forgoing the cream cheese in their hunger. Aubrey daintily pulls her bagel in half, using a knife to thinly spread cream cheese onto the toasted goodness. Chloe takes a small sip of her scalding coffee, enjoying the sweet caramel on her tongue. She takes a tiny bite of the bagel, taking her sweet time to chew it up. Beca eyes the redhead warily, taking a sip of her black coffee. Aubrey turns her attention to her redheaded friend. She nudges Chloe's shoulder.
"Eat Chlo."
"I am."
"No you're not. Taking little baby bites does not count. Do I need to call Doctor Davidson?"
Chloe's eyes widen in fear. She shakes her head violently before taking a huge bite of her bagel. She chews is down quickly, swallowing the soft bread.
"No. I'm fine."
"Okay…"
Aubrey turns her attention back to her bagel, keeping a close eye on her friend. After eating half of the bagel, Chloe excuses herself to go to the restroom. While Chloe is gone, Stacie's mother decided to make her weekly call a day early, so Stacie excused herself from the booth to talk to her mother, leaving Beca and Aubrey alone. Beca thinks about ignoring the blonde and just scarfing the rest of her bagel. Her concern for the redhead wins out, so Beca clears her throat awkwardly. Aubrey looks up from her plate, making eye contact with the brunette.
"Is there something wrong with Chloe?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well this morning I was checking on her while she was in the bathroom. I noticed that she had been crying and I asked her why. She told me that it was nothing; she just had a bad dream. This is the first time that I have seen her eat. She also has scars on her thighs, scars that look self-inflicted."
"She had a bad dream?"
"That is what she told me."
"Shit."
"Is she going to be okay?"
"She always has bad dreams around this time of year. When we were sixteen, Chloe's mom Christine died in a car accident. Chloe blames herself and hasn't been able to get rid of the guilt. Doctor Davidson is her therapist. About six months after Christine died, Chloe started starving herself. She was struggling a lot back then. She was sad about her mom and struggling with her sexuality, and that felt like her only escape. She weighed 110 pounds around the time that we lost Christine. At the peak of her bulimia, she went down to 75 pounds. She almost died. What we didn't know is that she was also cutting herself, trying to bleed away the gay. At least that is what she said. After she passed out at school one day, she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for children/teens. She was there for six months with Doctor Davidson. When she got out of the hospital, she had gained back most of the weight that she had lost and she had stopped cutting herself. About a month after she came home, her dad caught her in the middle of messing around with another girl and he kicked her out of the house. She moved in with my family. That is the last time that she ever heard from her father. She relapsed and went back for ninety days. Nine months after she got out for the second time, we graduated high school in Georgia and took the first flight out here to Los Angeles. That is pretty much her story."
"Wow. That is a lot of shit to have to go through. I can't imagine."
"I know. How she manages to still smile after all of the crap that she has had to go through, I'll never know. That girl is strong."
"Yeah she is. I have a slight confession to make."
"Okay…"
"Well I didn't really think about it until you told me her story. Are you entirely sure that she isn't still bulimic?"
"I mean, I think so. I haven't been around much lately. Stacie and I have been really busy with school and studying for the MCAT. Chloe has been really busy with classes for her master's degree. So in the limited time that I see her each week, we eat dinner together and she eats… Why?"
"Well. Last night before we went to the club. I came out of the bathroom. She was walking down the hallway, I am assuming to go into the bathroom. Well I flirted with her in the hallway and she freaked out when I called her thin. She went into the bathroom and I stayed in the hall for a minute. I heard her throwing up in the bathroom."
Aubrey presses her hand against her mouth in horror, fighting hard against the nausea that has rapidly risen to the surface.
"Are you sure?" Is Aubrey's muffled reply.
"I am pretty positive. I heard her crying and calling herself disgusting. Then I heard her throw up. That isn't the worst of it though."
"What could possibly be worse?"
"I think that she still cuts herself."
"How would you know?"
"Well she had some recently healed scars on the tops of her thighs. Also yesterday I opened your medicine cabinet to grab some Tylenol and there was a box in there. The box had razor blades and gauze in it."
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"Oh my god. I have to call Doctor Davidson."
"Not really a good idea Aubrey."
"How would you know Beca?"
"I had a friend in high school that was a cutter. We tried to force her to get help and she almost killed herself at a party that we were at. We have to be sure before we try and get her to get help."
"I should have known better."
"There isn't any possible way that you could've known."
"Known what?"
Both girls' jump at the sound of Chloe's soft voice. They both shoot each other panicked looks before Aubrey speaks up.
"Known that you have nightmares sometimes. Beca was just worried this morning."
"Yeah. You had me scared Red."
Chloe slides into the booth next to Beca, grabbing the brunette in a side hug.
"Aw Beca, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that it was a possibility. I didn't mean to worry you."
"It's cool Red. No big deal. Just don't let it happen again."
Chloe laughs. "I won't."
Stacie slides in next to Aubrey, grabbing her bagel off of her tray. She takes a huge bite, turning her gaze to the blonde. She sends her a flirty grin, chewing her bagel slowly. She swallows the blueberry bagel with a moan, watching in amusement as Aubrey's eyes darken with lust.
"So….what did I miss?"
"Nothing." Comes in unison from the three girls. Stacie laughs heartily, shoving the last of her bagel into her mouth.
"Whatever." Is her muffled reply.
TBC
A/N Hopefully this chapter was not a disappointment. It took me forever to write. I have no idea why. So anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, hit me up and let me know. The next chapter is going to be all Staubrey, so be prepared. Thanks!