There were bright lights all around her. Smoke floating around the room made it hard to see but she was obviously in some kind of club. Neon strobe lights blinked in her eyes, making it harder to concentrate so she put her hand up to shield them. It smelled sweet, like perfume and it was the perfect temperature. Her eyes finally adjusted to the lighting and she could see the silhouette of someone standing across the small room. She could tell by the shapely body that it was a girl, and her form was familiar. The outline of wavy hair moved a little as the figure looked from side to side as if searching. Beca tried to take a step toward her but she was held in place by an outside force. She reached down and pulled her foot free of the floor. It made a popping sound as if being released from sludge or mud.
When she looked back up the figure was farther away. Panic welled in her chest and she lunged forward afraid she reach her in time. Then the room went completely dark and she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was large and warm, a man's hand. She tried to shake it free but the fingers only dug into her skin through the fabric of her shirt. Then a light appeared below him and she saw the face. It was her face, not Jesse's as she had expected. The hand turned into her own and she desperately searched for the girl from across the room but she had disappeared.
'Buzz, buzz' It was her phone vibrating on the desk that woke her. She blinked, adjusting to the brightness of the room and grabbed the phone. She had set an alarm for noon, which was definitely not late enough.
"Ugh," she grunted to the empty room. Her roommate had only been around sporadically and even when she was there she muttered nasty things under her breath about "the white girl" and her weird friends. Just to tick her off she usually made sure that either Jesse or Chloe were over. She refused to lose the roommate war that they seemed to be waging. Having someone there also made it a little easier to deal with the awkward.
She stumbled down to the bathroom and washed up. Many times when she came down here she found herself humming Titanium. It hadn't been funny or cute at the time but now she was happy to say that she saw the shower invasion as just another one of those quirky things that Chloe did without thinking. She had a new appreciation for that day since it was the reason she had auditioned for the Bellas She shivered as she remembered their voices blending together. It had been almost impossible to forget that she was in a shower naked with a girl she hardly knew but those eyes, the connection... impossible to deny.
She considered the difference in how she related to Chloe and how she related to Jesse, using initiation night as a perfect example. Jesse hadn't excited any particular feelings other than amusement at his drunken shenanigans and mild curiosity but when Chloe had once again invaded her space she couldn't help but relax and casually flirt back after the momentary shock wore off. She was pretty sure Chloe had almost kissed her, or maybe it was Beca that had wanted to kiss Chloe. Whatever, what was important thing was that she had thought about it. She could still feel the soft red hair brush her face as she teetered into the inch of space that separated them.
She shook herself free of her vivid memory and returned to her room. Delaying the inevitable was silly so she picked up her phone and summoned some courage and texted Chloe to come over whenever she wanted. Her butt had barely touched the seat of her chair when she got a text back saying that Chloe would be by in fifteen.
"That was fast," she muttered. She felt her pulse quicken a little Chloe would be here soon. She wondered why this seemed so significant to her. It wasn't as if seeing one of her best and only friends on campus should be a big deal.