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Chloe Beale walked through the door to the Florida Department of Highway Safety and Motor Vehicles. The next day, after the incident in club, she went home without waking her new brunette friend up. When she made her way to the front doors, she noticed she didn't have her bag. Fortunately, she had her keys in her jeans pocket. She probably lost her bag while the stupid prick was trying to rape her. Actually, she didn't care about her bag, but she did care about her wallet. So, with a sigh she walked through the door, to the reception. The old lady gave her some papers she needed to fill up, and when she completed the forms, she was sent to the other room to apply for a new ID. She knocked on the door and heard muffed 'Come in'. She pressed the handle and walked through the doorway.
"Good afternoon." She was welcomed with a voice she could swear she's already heard.
"Hello," she answered. Then she saw the same, beautiful brunette that saved her yesterday.
"Oh, um… Chloe?" the brunette said, slightly surprised. When she woke up that morning, she was alone in her bed. No sign of the redhead, no note. Nothing. She was pretty upset about that, but what she could do, right?
"Yeah… That would be me," Chloe said, her face reddened. She didn't plan to meet Beca again. That's why she walked out without saying goodbye. She wasn't ready for any relationship after what happened with her ex-boyfriend, Tom. Beca was so amazing and caring to her needs. Chloe was already afraid of what she felt for her.
"Well, nice to see you again," Beca said, and pointed at the seat in front of her desk. Chloe silently sat, not looking up at the brunette.
"So, what's up?" Beca asked and waited for any reaction from Chloe. She was looking at her, admiring her pure beauty. Her hair was messy, she was wearing white, jagged jeans and blue shirt. She looked like she could use some more sleep, but even then she looked beautiful.
"I lost my bag, so I need a new ID," Chloe mumbled, and put all of the papers that she filled up a few minutes ago on Beca's desk.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Beca said, and smiled at the redhead. The brunette started to copy all the information that she need to a program on her computer. "Do you want to get a drink?" Beca suddenly asked.
"Yeah, sure," Chloe said without hesitation. 'What are you doing?!' a voice in her head screamed.
"So, can I consider it as a date?" Beca smirked and looked at the redhead, enjoying the embarrassment on her face.
"N-n-no, I just didn't get a chance to say thank you," Chloe blurted and got up.
"Okay, see you at at the 7th Ave Bar," Beca smiled, and Chloe walked out of her office.
'What the fuck Chloe?' The redhead heard this voice again. She took her phone out from her pocket and dialed a number.
"Aubrey Posen," she heard from other side.
"Aubrey…" She sighed.
"Oh Chloe, it's you. Did something happen?" her blonde friend asked.
"Actually… Yes," Chloe said as she entered her car. She gripped steering wheel tight, trying to focus.
"Are you hurt? Chloe, what happened?!" Aubrey asked, worried.
"Yesterday, I was almost raped," Chloe blurted, not thinking much about it.
"What?!" Aubrey screamed, and Chloe could hear that she's now furiously pacing her office.
"It's okay, Bree" the redhead said trying to calm her friend down.
"It's okay? Rape is okay for you?" Aubrey scream-whispered into her phone. Her co-workers looked over to her, the loudness of her voice getting their attention.
"Well, in the end nothing happened, so it's okay," Chloe said as she started the engine.
"Thank God. You know this guy? Do you remember his name or surname? We will sue him and he'll end up in jail! No one hurts my best friend!" Aubrey said. 'Yeah… Advantages of having a lawyer as a friend,' Chloe thought.
"No Bree, I don't know his name, and before you ask, I don't even remember how he looked," Chloe said and drove out of parking lot.
"But is everything okay? Did he hurt you?" Chloe could hear worry in her friend's voice.
"No, he didn't. Everything's fine. I promise," she answered as she looked at her wrist. It was still purple with a bruise in the shape of a large hand.
"Where are you? I have a free hour now, a client canceled our meeting. Do you want to grab a coffee?" the blonde asked.
"I just got out of the department, I have a few hours and then I'm meeting someone," Chloe said as she stopped on a red light.
"Why were you in there?"
"I lost my wallet," Chloe said, and the light turned green. She looked to her right and saw a big building.
"Meet me at Starbucks, Bree. We'll talk there," she said, and hung up quickly. She turned right into a parking lot, and she waited for her friend. When Aubrey's car showed up, the redhead got out of her car and ran to blonde, crashing their bodies in a tight hug.
"Whoa, Chloe, it's okay," Aubrey said softly into Chloe's ear, and hugged her back. The redhead pressed her head into Aubrey's neck while the blonde rubbed circles on her back, whispering soothing words to her ear.
"I'm sorry," Chloe choked out, pulling away from her friend.
"It's okay sweetie, let's get inside" Aubrey said, resting her hand on Chloe's back and pushing her gently into the restaurant. They found nice-looking spot beside huge window. After ordering two coffees, they started talking.
"So, do you wanna tell me what happened?" Aubrey asked, looking at her best friend.
"Actually, nothing. He started touching me, and I wanted to push him away, but he was stronger. He dragged me into bathroom and tried to…" She shook her head. "But then Beca came, and I kicked him in the crotch. Then he escaped. I stood up and rushed out of the club. She came after me, though. Bree, she even took me to her apartment and took care of me. In the morning, I just left, and came back to my apartment."
"And who's this Beca girl?" Aubrey asked, confused.
"I met her in the club. She walked into the bathroom as it was happening," Chloe said and her face turned red.
"What now?" Blonde asked.
"Nothing," Chloe rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee.
"Come on, I've known you too long to know that something is up," The blonde said looking at her friend.
"In the morning I ran away. We slept in the same bed, because I woke up and cried. She came and cuddled with me. Then, I got scared and I just ran away without a word or note. When I went to the DMV, I found out that she works there." Chloe shrugged.
"So why did you get scared?" Aubrey was clearly still confused about this whole story.
"I don't know. She was so caring and sweet… but at the same time she was so sarcastic and badass…" Chloe's mind started to drift, but she quickly came back down to Earth. "I liked her, really, but we both know that I'm not ready for anything." Chloe sighed and looked out through the window.
"Sweetie," Aubrey sighed, and rested her hand on top of her friend's. "Chloe, look at me," she said more firmly to get Chloe's attention. "I know he hurt you, I really do, but you need to move on, okay? He just isn't worth it," Aubrey said and smiled softly.
"I know, Bree… But I just… I… Fuck… I really loved him." Chloe sighed and tears started running down her face. She tried to hide it and covered her face with her hands, but she knew that her friend was right. Tom hurt her in so many ways, but he wasn't worth her tears. She felt Aubrey's arms around her, and she leaned into her touch.
"I know it's hard, honey, but I know you'll make it through. You can't be scared for the rest of your life," Aubrey whispered and kissed Chloe's temple. The redhead looked at the clock and her eyes widened.
"Shit, I need to go, I'll be late," she said, wiping tears from her face, and quickly standing up.
"Late for what?" her friend asked.
"I'm meeting Beca," Chloe said and looked at Aubrey.
"Oh, that's good, I think. Have fun but be careful, please," the blonde said with a smile.
"I will, Bree," Chloe said, kissed her friend's cheek, and ran out of Starbucks. There was no way she could be late, it was just an excuse. She didn't want to talk about her ex with Aubrey. Two months. One week. Three days. Not that Chloe counted. That was how long ago they broke up. It was still hard to think about him, to see the places they had gone to together, or when she found one of his favorite shirts on the bottom of her drawer. When that happened, she cried for a few hours, clutching his shirt close to her chest. When she woke up, she saw her blonde friend. Bree tore the cloth from Chloe's grip, cut it in hundreds of small pieces, and threw it away. That morning, Chloe sobbed hard into her friend's neck, but after almost 3 hours, she was so tired that she fell asleep again. When she woke up, she went to the kitchen, and told Bree that it was over. She doesn't want to hurt anymore, she wants to move on. But it was not as easy as she thought it would be. She's trying though, right?
Chloe came back to her apartment, took a long, hot shower and made herself something to eat. Then, she sat in front of her desk and started checking her student's tests while she ate something. Three hours later, she was done with her work. It was already six in the evening. She stood up, cleaned the dishes and went to her room. Opening her wardrobe, she looked through all her clothes few times, not knowing what to wear. Finally, after almost thirty minutes, she picked a one-strap, blue dress along with black heels. Her make-up was light and her hair in a messy bun. She looked in the mirror for the last time and, with a smile, she went down the stairs to her car. She got out of her car and looked around. It was pretty crowded in front of the bar. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and another on her hip, but before she could react, she heard familiar voice.
"Don't panic, it just me," the brunette whispered into Chloe's ear, causing a shiver to creep down the redhead's spine. She turned her head and saw chocolate brown locks on her shoulders.
"Hey," the brunette said, brushing Chloe's messy hair from her cheek. She kissed the blush that started to grow on Chloe's cheek, and felt her stomach twist inside. She hadn't even mentioned her dress and heels. 'Fuck Beca, keep it cool,' she thought to herself.
Chloe felt it again… Flipping insides, hotness between her legs. 'She'll be the death of me' she thought.
"So, do you want to go in, or what?" Beca said with smirk on her face. Chloe nodded her head in surprise, smiled and followed the brunette into the bar. They found a nice table for two in the corner of the big room. They sat on a couch beside each other and ordered drinks.
"So, tell me something about you." Beca smiled and looked at the redhead.
"Well… What do you want to know?" Chloe answered, clearly nervous. She still felt the brunette's soft lips on her cheek and the gentle touch on her hip.
"Where do you work, what do you like doing in your free time? I don't know. Something so I can know you better. Something that I don't know." Beca sipped her drink and waited for answer.
"Um, well, I'm teacher in elementary school. I teach the fourth grade, and music class. I like listening to music, reading books, watching movies… I like a lot of things, really," she said, and took a big gulp of her whiskey trying to calm herself.
"Music? Did you major in music?" The brunette's eyes shined with excitement.
"Yep!" the redhead popped the 'p', and took another sip.
"Dude, that's so cool. I've always wanted do to something with music," Beca said with sad smile on her face.
"Why didn't you?" Chloe asked, noticing her expression.
"My dad was accountant and he wanted me to be the same. My mom said I can do whatever I want with my life, but she passed away when I was 14. I wanted to major in music, but my dad said he won't help me with college unless I choose a major in accounting, so I didn't have enough money. I never stood a chance." The brunette sighed and leaned back to rest her arm on the back of the couch. She slightly brushed her fingers on Chloe's neck, which caused the redhead to tense.
"That's kind of sad," the redhead said. They talked for few more hours and they were pretty drunk now.
"So what about you? Do you have someone? Maybe a handsome, rich boyfriend?" Beca smiled as she didn't want to talk about herself too much, but immediately, she knew that she fucked up. Chloe smile faded, and her eyes began to shine with the beginnings of tears.
"Shit Chlo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," she said and pulled redhead closer to her. She snaked her arm around Chloe and pulled her into a hug. Chloe pressed her head into Beca's neck and the brunette pulled her up and onto her lap. Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca's neck and enjoyed the moment of being so close with someone. After few seconds, Chloe pulled away and their faces were inches apart from each other.
"Are you okay?" Beca asked, almost in a whisper. She looked down at Chloe's lips. She had an intense need to kiss her, but she didn't even know if the redhead liked her in that way. Maybe she was straight? 'Yeah, she just cried about a boyfriend, of course she's straight, you idiot!' Beca thought and pulled away a little bit.
"I'm okay now…" The redhead smiled slightly, and looked at Beca's lips as well.
"Yeah, crying helps sometimes," Beca said.
"No, I'm better because you're here," Chloe smirked and kissed Beca on the corner of her mouth slowly and gently. She wanted it to last longer, but eventually she needed to pull away "But it's late and we probably should head home," she added.
Beca couldn't stop herself as she grabbed Chloe's neck, pulled her closer, and crashed their lips together in a sweet kiss. A few seconds later, the brunette felt Chloe's tongue on her bottom lip and without hesitation, she let her in. Her hands shot to Chloe's hips, gripping her tightly while Chloe tangled her fingers in Beca's long, dark hair.
"You want to head to mine?" Beca breathed out when they broke the kiss. Chloe pressed their lips together again and hummed. Beca's lips felt so good on hers, she missed this feeling for too long. She didn't understand what was happening but she really enjoyed this moment.
"Yeah, your place sounds good," she breathed and they both left the bar, rushing to Beca's apartment.