The girl's hand pressed evenly against Beca's stomach, her fingers hot against cold skin as the pair's breath mingled. The smaller brunette could barely catch hers, eyes tempted to see spots as she got the wind knocked out of her. The wall pressed flush against her back was chilling and too abrasive for her own good.
Chloe had seemingly emerged from nowhere, pressing every inch of herself close to Beca. The hallway was supposed to be empty, that's what Beca needed at the moment- a few seconds to collect her thoughts before joining Amy in the dining hall for supper. Not a spontaneous assault from a girl she barely knew.
The redhead had a metallic scent to her, one that countered her soft appearance and deep steely eyes. She was out of uniform- both girls were, resigning to the fact that they only had to dawn those god awful blue shirts during lessons. Instead, she was in a pair of grey wash jeans that hugged her sides and a pitch t-shirt that cut way too low.
It was a good chance for Beca to get a detailed look at the ink that wrapped itself easily against her forearm. It had been covered before- but now she could make out the intricate design of a black serpent reaching against her skin. It's snapping jaws were hidden by the hem of her sleeve, but Beca could only imagine.
"Chlo-"The smaller girl barely got a word out before her speech was muffled by a warm hand against her lips. Chloe's eyes were widened in desperation as she lifted her brow, signaling for complete silence while the two pressed closer to each other in an edge by a set of lockers. They were undetectable.
"Shut the fuck up, Mitchell." Chloe hissed, breath hot against Beca's collarbone as she nodded dumbly, trying her hardest not to wince against the woman's knee close to the inside of her thigh- that long wound stinging blindly.
There were echoed footfalls a few feet away, Chloe flashing disdain in her features as she glanced down, not removing her hand from Beca's lips. The brunette fought the urge to nip at her fingers but eventually settled to focusing on exactly why she had been ambushed.
"Chloe seems to have taken a liking to her." Warren's voice cleared up most of the confusion. "Jessica is keeping an eye on the girl."
"Jessica, really?" another sharp edge made some color drain from her captor's features. "Was that our daughters call, or yours?"
Warren didn't' seem so terrifying compared to the silky nature of this woman, her heels the loudest as it bounced away from the walls. Beca wanted nothing more than to get a good look at Chloe's mom, but she restrained herself- not that she would be able to fight off the one who had her pinned down anyway.
"Mine." Her father spoke up for her. "Chloe has a good handle on her girls, I don't doubt her and neither should you."
"The legacy is different." The woman spoke, Chloe rolling her eyes as a natural reaction. "Emily is charming, and I need Chloe to keep a keen eye on her. Not Jess."
"Very well." Warren relented, the two falling into an odd silence as their footfalls continued to trail away from the two girls shoved in the little nook. Chloe listened carefully, moving her hand gently away as Beca glared, swatting it down away from her as the worried expression on Chloe's face soon shifted to one of amusement.
The ginger hadn't even realized that her first instinct was to shove Beca away from the hurricane that was rolling past her. Usually, she just pulled herself from the path, but this time she noticed the smaller woman taking her time towards the cafeteria.
"What the hell is wrong with you, you psycho?" Beca shoved her hand into Chloe's shoulder, the girl raising her own in surrender as she backed away, letting the sunlight from the quad bounce off her features. It made her look like a god.
"I've been called worse." She shrugged innocently. "Besides, I was doing you a favor."
"Were you?" The brunette scoffed "Because I'm pretty sure I could handle a conversation with the Dean."
"No, you really couldn't have." Chloe averted her gaze as she scratched the back of her neck, the fabric of her shirt stretching over her arm as Beca got a good glance at the dripping fangs the snake tattoo had to offer. "You're bleeding, Beca."
"What?" Her voice was still hostile, but this time it was leaking with worry. She glanced down at her jeans, the light color seeped through as syrupy liquid wicked into the fabric. She hadn't realized that the sharp pain was the wound re-establishing itself. "Shit."
"What happened?" Chloe asked innocently, eyes flicking back up to the shorter girls.
"Stupid decisions," Beca spat the words at the girl before turning on her heel to head back towards her dorm. She wasn't too hungry anymore, her brain still buzzing with the forceful touch of the Dean's daughter. A forbidden danger that she wasn't allowed to touch- her stomach hot with anger and worry.
"Can I help?" Beca fought the urge to roll her eyes as the strawberry blonde caught up with her, shoving her hands in her pockets. Beca just grunted. This tour guide was rubbing her the wrong way.
"I think you've helped enough."
"Right," She lifted her chin, stormy gaze moving to the long set of marble stairs that stood between both girls and their respective rooms. No one else was around, the two of them in a labored silence as Beca searched for an alternative- part of her knew that this archaic school wouldn't have a lift. "How do you expect to get up those, then?"
"Shut up and come here," Beca grumbled, trying to ignore the shit-eating grin that graced Chloe's face. She wrapped one of her arms around the smaller woman's waist, not hugging her close, but supporting her as Beca grasped onto the fabric of the back of her shirt.
"You're heavier than you look."
"Thank you, I think," Beca grumbled as they slowly worked their way up the stairs, the tight jeans were pressing hard against the scar that would surely be there for the rest of her life. "Chloe… what was your father talking about?"
"Hmm?" the girl bit her lip, pulling Beca to the next step as hair fell into her gaze. She was trying to focus, purposely tuning out the girl to her side as they reached the top of the long staircase, the blood dripping down Beca's leg had almost doubled in size.
"Your father, he was talking about Emily. Some legacy?"
"Oh," Chloe knit her eyebrow together, steeling her stance. "Well, I have to give Emily the five-star treatment here. She's a Junk. A legacy because her ancestors have been attending this place forever."
"Just like the Beale's?"
"Just like the Beale's."