Pitch Perfect
This Fanfiction is based on one of my all-time favorite movies: Pitch Perfect starring Anna Kendrick and Brittany Snow. While I do not own Pitch Perfect or its characters, settings or events, I do claim ownership for any new OCs, ideas and events that I introduce in this story. Also, if anyone has a better idea for a title for this story, PM me, or tell me in the reviews.
Chapter 7-
"Beca, come on, tell us what happened." Chloe said as she got up, moved around the fire, and sat next to Beca on the log. She wrapped her arms around her, and Beca knew it was only in comfort, Chloe was being a friend. Aubrey sat on Beca's right and put her hand on her shoulder.
"Pleasse, don't. I hate thinking about it, and I can't talk about it."
"Have you talked to anyone about it?"
Beca nodded. "My dad. I told him about it."
"We can't help you if you don't tell us what happened. Did someone... force you? Against your will?"
Beca was silent. Then, "It wasn't like that. Not really. I mean, no, I didn't want to do it, but I felt like I had no choice." Beca was breaking down the barriers. No emotion was present in her voice, but she was communicating.
Neither Aubrey nor Chloe said anything as they waited for Beca to continue.
"It was Mr. Whitworth, my Physics teacher. The first day of school, he never took his eyes off me for the entire class. Everyone noticed it, but no one ever said anything. After class, I was the first one out the door, trying to get away from him. The next day, I tried to do the same, but he told me to stay after class. I didn't want to get in trouble, so I stayed. After everyone had left, he closed the door and locked it."
Beca returned to silence, unable to continue. Chloe squeezed her tightly, and neither she nor Aubrey said anything, only encouraged Beca.
"He gave me a choice. I could either walk out of that class right then, and fail his class for the year, and I wouldn't graduate, or I could do as he said, and pass every assignment he gave me for the res of the year, guaranteeing me my graduation, because I only needed my science credits. I agreed, figuring he'd have me clean the class or something for extra credit. That wasn't even close to what he had in mind.
"He told me to pull my shirt back and pull my pants down. I didn't have to show anything, just my underwear. I figured that was worth a good grade, so I did it after school for him every day. He was fine with that for about a week, but that started getting boring to him. He told me to take off my shirt and pants and he had me pose for him all around the room. He even took pictures. The next week, he had me take off all of my clothes and pose for pictures. He told me that as the assignments became more difficult, the harder I'd have to work for my grade."
Beca stopped again, burying her face in her hands as Chloe and Aubrey hugged her comfortingly.
"Beca, it's okay, you don't have to say any more." Chloe whispered.
"No, I do. I need to talk to someone besides my dad or a shrink about this."
"You sure?"
"Yes." Beca sat back up, leaning her head back to look at the sky. Her face was redder than Chloe's hair. She sighed as she continued. "That actually held him off for a month. Of course, each day, he'd come up with some... different... poses for me to do, but he never touched me. Then, after halfway through the first semester, he made me take off all of my clothes, then he touched me all over. He never really squeezed or groped me, he never fingered me, not then, but he did touch me. Next week, he made me get naked, then he pushed me down on my knees. He undid his pants and forced me to swallow him then hum every day up until Christmas Break."
Beca broke down again, not saying anything intelligible. Finally, she caught her breath and was able to resume speaking. "Finally, the last day before Christmas Break, he laid me down on the floor, spread my legs, and he fucked me. It was after school, only the janitors were still there, but they always just hung out in the cafeteria eating, so no one heard me screaming. He never hit me, never made a mark, because he knew that he'd be a dead man if he left any proof on me. He even wore a condom, then forced me to take birth control after. I didn't speak at all over Christmas Break, and I rarely left my room. I didn't tell anyone. I couldn't after that, he'd fuck me after school once a week. Then, a new janitor decided to actually do his job. He walked in on us, and beat the shit out of Mr. Whitworth. The janitor, I found out his name was Alex, he testified against Mr. Whitworth in court. It was actually because of him that Mr. Whitworth was convicted.
"Where I lived, it was an even worse thing to rape a teenage girl than anywhere else, they take it even more seriously there, so Whitworth was sentenced to life in prison. I'm told that the inmates beat the ever-living shit out of him at least once a week. Even to other criminals, he's scum. My parents had me talking to a psychologist daily for about a month, then it was reduced to once a week. Mr. Whitworth was the one that caused my parents' divorce. I didn't go back to school after that. Not for two years. Then, I went back and redid my Senior year. I graduatedat the top of my class. I used to love to learn. I was the stereotype of a popular teenage girl. I was captain of the cheerleading squad, Homecoming Queen, dating the quarterback, and I aced all of my classes. Mr. Whitworth screwed up all of that. My grades fell, I never spoke to my "friends" again, Quarterback dumped me. He couldn't stand to be dating "used goods", as he put it. I grew to despise school. The only friend I had was Alex, the janitor who saved me. But just before I came to Barden, I found out that he died of cancer. He was a smoker. I convinced my dad to postpone Barden for a year because of it, otherwise I'd be a Junior right now."
Beca stopped talking and wiped her eyes.
Chloe looked at her questioningly, asking if she was finished. Beca nodded.
"I had no idea, Beca." Chloe kissed Beca on her forehead. "Though, honestly, I couldn't see you as anyone but who you are. It's kind of hard to picture you as the captain-of-the-cheerleading-squad-and-the-Homecoming-Queen-type-person."
"Yeah. Plus, I think it made you stronger." Aubrey agreed.
"Yeah, but it made me start to shut everyone out. And the divorce didn't help with that."
"Well, you're not shutting us out."
"Yeah. Well, it's harder than you might think for me to open up."
"Well, I'm just glad you told us about... that." Chloe said as she squeezed Beca.
"Well, I'm just glad to get it off my chest. Telling my dad so something would be done about it is way different from telling my friends. Somehow, it's more relieving." Beca sighed quietly. "Now, if you two don't mind, I think I'd like to get a drink."
"What do you want? Coffee? Hot coco?"
"Actually, I was thinking about getting a drink of a certain little something I brought with me." Beca's smile didn't make it to her eyes, but Aubrey and Chloe understood.
"Oh? And what might that be?" Beca got up, detaching herself from the two women, then ran inside, returning with a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Whoa, so, you're in a whiskey mood?"
"Yeah. I haven't even thought about that for three years, then to have it all come back to me like that..." Beca didn't finish that thought. She didn't have to. Chloe stood as if to go get glasses, but Beca waved her off. "Don't worry about glasses." She said as she opened the bottle, put the opening to her lips and swallowed a good portion of the bottle. Her head shook, almost like a seizure, and Beca recoiled.
"Stuff's stronger than I remember." She said as Chloe reached for the bottle. Aubrey and Beca laughed at Chloe's reaction.
"Definitely stronger than Boone's Farm." She said as she passed the bottle to Aubrey. After Aubrey took a long drink, and showed no reaction, the girls decided to continue with their game.
"Well, Beca, I think you shoud finish that list before we move on." Chloe suggested.
"Okay. Halfway through my second Senior year, because nothing happened to me for a couple years after Mr. Whitworth, I met this really cool biker guy from out of town. He was a drop out, and I was going through the ever-so-famous bad boy phase most girls go through. I was filling up my dad's car at a gas station when he pulled up to the pump adjacent to the one I was at. He heard the music I was playing in the car, liked it, and we started talking. I pulled the car away from the pump, parked it, and he gave me a ride around the county on his bike. He told me his name was Jason, and he was pretty good looking. Well, we rode up the side of this mountain, and he pulled over. He may have been a biker, but he was also kind of romantic, kind of like Travolta's character on Grease." Beca thought for a minute. "Oh, if Jesse coud have heard me just now. Anyway, he said he wanted to show me something, and I took that to mean his dick.
"Well, my adrenaline was going because of the ride, so I was all too willing to have sex with him. I got off the bike and started fumbling with my jeans, but he just laughed at me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me over to the edge of this cliff, and showed me that I could see the entie county from there. It was an amazing view, it really was. So, I'm not proud of it, but I threw myself at him. Next thing I knew, we were both lying in this patch of grass off to the side ofthe path, both of us completely nude, and I was riding him hard. That's one of the only good things I got from Mr. Whitworth, experience. By the time that bastard was locked away, I knew exactly how everything worked, on both myself and boys. And Jason wasn't so bad himself. I'd give him a 7, but only because of Antón. If I hadn't had Antón first, I probably would have given Jason an 8 or 9. Actually, you know what? I'll give Jason a 7.5, 'cause he was almost as good as Antón was that first time."
"Okay, who's next?"
"Well, Jason and I actually dated up until my dad made me come to Barden after my one-year-delay because of Alex's death. Jason didn't want me to go, but I couldn't say no. I mean literally, my dad wouldn't let me say no. Jason and I broke up because of it. Then came Jesse, of course. And depending on the day and the mood we're in, Jesse varies from a 7 to a 10. He is like a god most of the time, though. But don't tell him I said that." Aubrey and Chloe zipped their lips shut and threw their keys in the fire.
Beca sat back down on the log as Chloe and Aubrey returned to their original seats.
"Okay, Aubrey, Truth or Dare?" Beca asked after taking a drink of whiskey. She tossed the bottle to Aubrey.
"Dare." Aubrey was feeling adventurous.
"I dare you to kiss Chloe."
Chloe stared at Beca. "I thought you said keep it tame." She said.
"Actually, you said you'd keep it tame. Besides, I have a feeling that soon we'll be too drunk to care anyway."
"Good point." Chloe said as she propped herself up on her arms and looked at Aubrey, waiting.
Aubrey glanced at Beca, then turned back to Chloe. She leaned in and slowly pressed her lips to Chloe's. Neither of them touched each other otherwise, only kissing. When it was over, and Aubrey broke away, she took a drink of whiskey and turned away from Chloe to hide her blushing.
"Chloe, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to sing a country song."
"Really? That the best you got?" Chloe joked.
"What? What's a campfire without a campfire song?"
"True. Okay... Let's see... Hmmmm, Beca, give me an artist."
"Um, I don't know much country music."
"Don't you know anyone?"
"Um, really only the old country from before the year 2000 that my dad listens to all the time."
"Okay, give me an artist."
"I only know song titles, never paid attention to the names of the aritists."
"Fine, give me a song, then."
"Okay, here's an appropriate one, Ring of Fire, by whoever sings that."
"Oh, I actually love that one!"
Chloe stood up, grabbing the bottle from Aubrey and taking a swig.
"Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
"I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
"I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
"The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild
"I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
"I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
"And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire." After she finished, Chloe took a bow as Aubrey and Beca clapped.
"Okay, aca-bitches, it's my turn now! Beca! Truth or Dare?"
"What the hell, Dare."
"I dare you to rap the alphabet."
"What? No way, that's stupid!"
"Well, I could always use my backup dare, but I think you'll prefer raping the alphabet."
"Hit me with your best shot."
"You sure? Once you take the backup dare,there's no going back."
"Give me what you've got."
"Damn. I didn't actually have a backup dare, give me a minute." Chloe thought. "Okay! I know! Sing Gangnam Style!"
"What?"
"Gangnam Style, sing it!"
"I don't know Gangnam Style. I've heard it, but it's in Korean or something, and I never understood any of the words."
Chloe pouted, then got another idea. "Okay, do some kind of rap. Like Eminem, do Eminem."
"Okay, have either of you heard of his song Stan?"
"Oh, that's a good one." Aubrey said, nodding.
"Chloe?"
"Nope, never heard it. Sing it."
"Okay, here goes..."
"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..
"Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't calling
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..
"Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan - P.S.
We should be together too
"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..
"Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim;" Beca silently screamed. "Shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..
"Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clowning dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was.. it was you
Damn!"
"Wow. That was... depressing." Chloe said once Beca finished.
"Yeah, I think that's what he was going for. But it was actually one of the songs that really made people start to really understand what he was all about. He actually performed this song once with Elton John singing the chorus."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It was awesome. I'll pull up the video after while. Anyway, Truth or Dare, Chloe?"
"Truth."
"Okay, how many guys have you slept with?"
"If we go into that, we'll still be sitting here by the time you graduate." Chloe said.
"Okay, not counting Aubrey, how many girls have youslept with?"
"That list contains only one name, and that's Aubrey. I've never slept with another girl before."
"Really? None?"
"None. Which reminds me, how many girls have you slept with, Beca?"
"Not so fast, it's not your turn."
"Fine. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to tell us how many girls you've slept with. Give names, details, and tell how good they were."
"Easy. I've never slept with a girl before."
"Really? Never?"
"Nope, never. Up until recently, I never knew I was even attracted to girls. In fact, I'm still not so sure about it. It might just be a phase or something."
"Wow. I've got to admit, I've always taken you for a definite bisexual." Aubrey said.
"Like I said, I'm not certain."
"Well, even if you aren't bisexual, every girl has a lesbian phase. I think the only way you're going to be sure is if you have sex with a girl."
"What? Dude, no!"
"Why not?"
"I'm with Jesse! And last time I checked, he's not a girl. I'm not cheating on my boyfriend."
"Then ask him for a threesome."
"No way. He knows I'm attracted to girls. He's going to get all insecure, like he's not getting the job done for me, which he definitely is, and that'sgoing to put un-needed strain on our relationship. Besides, threesomes are usually used as a last resort, so couples can spice up their sex lives when they start to grow apart, and our sex lives have enough spice, any more and we're going to literally burst into flames."
"Sounds like you just don't want to find out whether or not you're attracted to girls."
"Aubrey, why don't you just leave it alone? You're not going to force her to do something she doesn't want to do." Chloe said, a bit disappointedly.
Everyone was silent.
"You know what? I'm feeling kind of emotional right now, probably because of having to relive my time with Mr. Whitworth, so I think I'm going to call it a night." Beca said as she took the last drink of Jack Daniels, then got up and walked away. Aubrey and Chloe got up and retreated to their respective rooms as well.
Later that night, Chloe left her room to go to the bathroom, and as she passed Beca's room, she heard crying inside. She opened the door slowly and went inside.
"Beca? You okay?"
"No." Beca choked out past her sobs.
"Whitworth?"
Beca simply nodded.
Chloe closed the door behind her and sat down on the bed next to Beca. She laid down and wrapped her arms around her friend comfortingly. They lay there for over an hour until Beca stopped crying.
"Chloe."
"Yeah?"
"Jesse doesn't know about Mr. Whitworth."
"I won't tell him."
"I've actually thought about him before. Mr. Whitworth, I mean. It always sends me into a fit, and I start crying, and sobbing, and he's always there to comfort me, but no matter how hard he tries, I can't stop crying when I'm thinking about . I always end up passing out first, and then I have nightmares about it, then I'm fine the next morning. But this is the first time I've been able to calm down once I start one of my fits." Beca looked up at Chloe. A glimmer of hope crossed Chloe's eyes, but vanished once Beca spoke again. "I'm in love with Jesse. I'm not just sleeping with him, I'm not just in a relationship with him, I don't just like him or find him attractive, I'm in love with him, and he's in love with me."
"I understand." Chloe said, her voice cracking.
"Can you handle just being my friend? Can you stay around me, even when I'm sitting on Jesse's lap or kissing him? Can you stop cringing every time I say his name like his name is a knife to your gut? Can you bring yourself to let me go?"
Chloe hesitated before answering. She knew Beca wanted the truth. "I don't know. But I will try. It would be worse to not be around you than it would be to see you and Jesse happy together. And honestly, if it does happen that you and Jesse get married, I hope you trust me enough to let me be your Maid of Honor. I can't tell you honestly that I won't always be secretly hoping you dump him for me, and I can't say that Iwon't be jumping for joy if and when that does happen, even while I'm trying to comfort you. But I can tell you one thing: I will try. I will try to be just a friend."
Beca nodded, like that was the right answer to a multiple-choice question.
"Chloe, I need your help."
"With what?"
"I need your help as a friend, not as someone hoping that I'll break up with my boyfriend so we can be together. Not as the girl hoping to become my girlfriend, but as a friend. The only other person besides Fat Amy that I can call my best friend."
"You've got her."
"Are you sure? You won't let your feelings for me influence what you say?"
"Yes. I'm sure."
"Thank you."
"Your wlecome. So what do you need help with?"
"Two things. And the second thing is kind of dependant on the first thing. First, Chloe, I'm confused."
"About what?"
"You... And Jesse."
"There is no me and Jesse, never was, never will be."
"That's not what I meant. I mean, I know I'm in love with Jesse, but I kind of think I might also be in love with you."
Chloe's breath caught.
"Beca?"
"I need help, I don't know what to do. I need to make a decision, but I don't know how to choose between one person who loves me and another who loves me when I love them both."
"Honestly, I can't say you'd go wrong with either of us. Both of us are deeply in love with you, and you are in love with at least Jesse, if not me as well. Honestly, you're only certain you're in love with Jesse, so if I were in your position, I'd honestly stick with him. But I know it's not as simple as that."
"No, it's not."
"Well, think about who would be best for you. Jesse's a great guy, and he's been good for you. He's helped you to start opening up to people, and to stop shutting yourself down, shutting everyone out, and you're happier now than you were before you started dating him. Plus, it helps that he's aca-mazing in bed."
"And in the showers, and on the floor, twice on a park bench, once up in a treehouse he built with his dad when they were young. That one happened over the summer."
Chloe smiled half-heartedly at that.
"On the other hand, you are the only one I've told about Mr. Whitworth outside of my family and the shrink."
"What about-?"
"No, I told you. Aubrey just happened to be there. Besides, even Jesse doesn't know about it, and he can't comfort me like you just did when I get to thinking about him."
"Maybe that's just because he doesn't really understand. He doesn't know what's going on, so he can't really comfort you."
"Maybe, but then why don't I feel like I can tell him?"
"Maybe you're afraid he'll think of you as just broken goods like that quarterback you were dating in High School. But I'm here to tell you, Jesse's not like that, I can tell. He'll be the one who would track down Mr. Whitworth in prison and beat him to death for hurting you."
"You're not exactly making your case."
"Well, you asked for an honest friend, so I'm being one, and honestly, I think Jesse would be the better choice. Though, if you really want honesty, I think you're making my case for me just fine. Honestly, I think you've already made your choice, you just want me to reinforce it."
Beca's mouth opened, but no sound came out. She shut it consciously, thinking.
"Chloe?"
"Yes?"
"Will you kiss me? Like you did before, back in the dorms, just before Aubrey and Jesse walked in?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. I'll kiss you like I really wanted to kiss you. Back then, I was afraid you'd reject me, andI didn't want to hurt you, but I really wanted to kiss you like this." Chloe bent down and gently captured Beca's lips with her own, and she sighed with relief as Beca opened her mouth to receive the kiss, their tongues intertwining passionately.
Beca pushed the blanket and sheets off of herself as she slowly turned over on Chloe, so she was resting on top of her. She was wearing only a pair of black panties and a dark blue tank top, while Chloe wore a pink pair of short shorts that barely went past her hips, and a white t-shirt, a white bathrobe covering her, which Beca quickly discarded.
Beca's mind was confused, and cloudy from the alcohol, but she knew she wanted this. No, it was more than that, she needed this.
Beca slid Chloe's t-shirt off over her head to see that Chloe wasn't wearing a bra. Beca gazed down at Chloes' perfectly shaped breasts, and couldn't help but squeeze them. Chloe moaned at the cool air blowing across her bare skin, but was reluctant to continue. As much as she wanted to feel Beca, completely feel her, and have Beca feel her completely, she knew that they were both drunk, and Beca was vulnerable. If she continued, Beca might be hurt even worse than she was by Mr. Whitworth, because Chloe was supposed to be her friend.
"Beca, stop." Chloe said regretfully.
"What's wrong?" Beca asked from between Chloe's legs. She had just been about to remove Chloe's shorts.
"Nothing, this is wonderful, and I've wanted this for so long, but I can't let it happen. You're drunk, I'm drunk, and even if we did remember this in the morning, which I doubt we will, you're going to regret this in the morning, and nothing will ever be the same. You won't be able to even look me in the eye, let alone Jesse, and that'll put some strain on your relationship with him, and on our friendship, and I will end up beating myself up because of it. We can't do this, Beca. It's not right."
Beca sat up. "Chloe... This is actually the one thing I am sure of right now that's right. I know that I don't just want this, I need it. I need to feel loved right now, and right now you're the only one who can make me feel that way. Even if I did tell Jesse, he wouldn't understand. He'd freak out, and nothing good would happen. Either I'll be damaged goods to him, and he'll want nothing more to do with me, or he'll try to understand, but he never will, and we'll endup breaking up because of it."
"You don't know that."
"Maybe not, but right now, I want you, Chloe. I need you, and I guarantee, I will be hurt more if you refuse me now than I will be if you take advantage of me right now. Please, don't reject me, I couldn't handle it." Beca's eyes were pleading, and honest. Chloe couldn't stop herself if she wanted to, which she didn't.
"Beca, if this happens, I need to know that you're not going to regret this tomorrow. I need to know that you mean this as much as I do. I won't ask that you breakup with Jesse just because we have sex, I won't expect you to choose me over him. But I need to know that this isn't just needing to feel something for you, that it's not just you not being able to handle yourself right now. I need to know that this is real for you."
"Of course it's real for me. I'm not the type to go looking for a quick fuck. Not like-"
Beca didn't need to finish, Chloe knew what she was getting at. Not like her. Beca wasn't like what Chloe used to be like. Chloe used to go around having sex with any guy who wanted her, much like Stacie does, just because she was hot, and wanted the attention. But Beca wasn't like that, it meant something to her. And now, it meant something to Chloe, too.
Chloe smiled as she brough Beca's face up to meet hers, enveloping her in a tight, but gentle embrace as their mouths danced with each other.
Beca wasn't aware of much after that, only that it was all good, and gentle. They didn't fuck each other, they made love.
She felt everything, but the pleasure blended together perfectly. She would remember the sensations the next day, of course. She would remember not what Chloe had done to her, but how Chloe made her feel. She would remember that they had sex, but not what their specific actions were.
Beca would remember being glad that it was Chloe beside her, and she'd remember spcifically thinking that it was good that Chloe was beside her instead of Jesse.
Beca woke up the next morning with a smile. She expected Chloe's arms around her, sowas disappoinetd when she realized she was alone.
Was it just a dream? She thought, but the thought faded as she saw a letter on the night stand.
Beca,
I'm sorry I'm not there with you when you wake up,
but I had to get out. I need to think. Last night was
special for me, but I can't bare (or is it "bear"? I never
really understood that) to see the look in your eyes. I don't
know what that look will be, but I'm afraid to see it.
Looking at you right now, sleeping calmly and peacefully,
I must tell you I've never been in love at all, but
I know that that's what I'm feeling right now. I'm
desparately in love with you, and I know that I couldn't handle
any rejections right now. I'll be back sometime this afternoon,
we can talk about it then. Tell Aubrey whatever you want,
fill me in on it when I get back. Please don't try to call
or text me, just let me think. I love you,
Chloe
Beca found herself smiling at Chloe's signature. She had brought the end of the "e" up and continued it around in the shape of a heart. And Beca smiled at the thought of Chloe being afraid of her rejecting her. She couldn't wait until Chloe got back, so they could talk.
Beca got dressed and went downstairs, Aubrey was in the kitchen, frying eggs. Beca sat down on the couch in the living room and turned on the tv. But her glee turned to grief as she saw what was on tv.
So, what does she see? You tell me. Reviews, please.