Chapter 2

Beca pulled into In-N-Out Burger and quickly found a parking spot. "Ok let's grab some food to go and head back to school," she said cutting off the engine. The four girls exited the car and headed inside. They ordered burgers, fries, and milkshakes, and piled back into the car. Stacie took a sip of her milkshake moaning, "Ohh that is so much better than fake meatloaf."

Beca rolled her eyes before saying, "Are you going to drink that shake or have sex with it?"

"Only if you feed it to me, Mitchell." Stacie winked at her, using her tongue to slowly pull the straw back into her mouth for another sip.

CR coughed loudly from the backseat. "Keep it in your pants for five minutes, Conrad."

Fat Amy nodded in agreement, adding, "At least wait until Beca drops us back off at school before you start playing tonsil hockey. We know you two get horizontal when we're not around."

Beca's face turned bright red and her eyes widened as she looked into the rearview mirror at the two grinning in the backseat. "We never…who said that…what the fuck guys?" she stuttered, settling on glaring at Stacie as though it were all her fault.

Stacie grinned replying, "I haven't climbed Mt. Mitchell yet, but not for lack of trying." She dodged Beca's slap at her thigh as she continued, "But having seen some of your prior conquests, Becs, I feel a little insulted that you won't give me a chance."

"She's got a point Beca," piped up CR from directly behind the driver's seat. "That last one was definitely suspect. What was her name….Carly?"

"Carrie." Beca corrected automatically. "And she wasn't that bad." Beca smirked at a few particular memories. "Actually she was really, really good. Did you know if you twist your tongmphh" Stacie's hand slapped over her mouth cut her off mid-sentence.

"I'm all for learning about new techniques, but that girl was creepy, Becs! She was way too obsessed with you," Stacie frowned.

Beca winked at Stacie. "I mean can you blame her? But, yeah I guess it did get a little weird towards the end." She pulled back into the parking lot, and the girls climbed out of the car with their food. They sprawled across some benches in front of the school, devouring the burgers and fries. Just as they were finishing, Stacie noticed three people walking through the parking lot towards them. "Shit guys, that's Posen!" They scrambled to gather up the wrappers and quickly shoved them into the nearby trash can before the teachers spotted them.

"Ladies! Did I see you eating food that wasn't from the cafeteria? You know you're not allowed off campus this week!" Aubrey was looking suspiciously from one student to the next, as if one would crack from her glare alone.

Beca scoffed, "Don't worry Posen, we were just plotting our grand escape from afternoon classes, complete with diagrams and fake hall passes." She met Aubrey's stare, challenging her to pursue the matter.

"Do you want another week of detention, Ms. Mitchell? Watch that attitude." Aubrey narrowed her eyes, before Jesse cut in with an attempt to dissolve the tension. "Hi ladies! How is your first day back going? Beca, I was sorry to see you dropped my elective." His smile faltered a little with the last sentence, before returning to full strength.

"Sorry Mr. Swanson, I just wanted to have a little more time to work on my music independently this year," Beca replied, turning her gaze away from Aubrey and giving him a small smile. "I was going to stop by after school and show you what I've been working on."

Jesse perked up at that news, knowing just how talented Beca was. "That sounds great. I'm sure you've got some awesome new mixes from this summer. Oh Aubrey, how rude of us," he stepped aside to address the third person in their group. "Ladies, this is Ms. Beale, the new Biology teacher. She just moved here a few weeks ago from Tennessee and we are very lucky to have her."

Beca hadn't even noticed the third person standing slightly behind Jesse and Aubrey. She looked up into striking blue eyes framed by loose, flowing red hair. 'Woah' Beca thought. 'How the fuck am I supposed to pay attention in Biology when my teacher is that gorgeous.' Realizing she was staring, Beca quickly forced a half-smile and reached out to take Ms. Beale's offered hand. "Beca Mitchell." Ms. Beale shook her hand with a wide smile, "It's so nice to meet you!" Beca crossed her arms, studying Ms. Beale as Stacie, Fat Amy, and CR introduced themselves.

Just as Ms. Beale was shaking CR's hand, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. All three teachers checked their watches, bid the students goodbye, and headed into the building. Stacie was the first to speak as they watched the teachers enter the school. "Damn, the new teacher is hot."

Beca smirked and nodded in agreement. "Hell yeah. I think Biology might be my new favorite class. I'd get under that in a heartbeat."

Stacie's mouth dropped open in fake jealousy. "You wound me, Mitchell," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. Sliding closer, she let her fingertips trail down Beca's back. "I'd get under you in a heartbeat. I bet you're a freak in the sheets."

Beca grinned, leaning up to whisper into Stacie's ear, "Your wildest dreams wouldn't hold a candle to the real thing." She pulled away laughing, grabbing Stacie's hand as she headed towards the school entrance.

"Always such a tease, Mitchell," Stacie grumbled, her smile betraying her tone as she followed her best friend back inside.

Beca paused at her locker, staring down at her class schedule again and checking the time on her cell phone. Closing the locker door, she quickly navigated down the busy hallway to Stacie's locker, waiting patiently as she put away her Calculus books and grabbed her stuff for Biology. Stacie finally shut the door and looked at her. "Last class of the day Becs. We've almost made it."

Beca sighed thinking about detention. "Dude, you've almost made it. I still have detention all week thanks to General Posen."

Stacie smiled guiltily before replying, "Sorry, totally forgot about that." Beca shrugged and started off down the hallway. "Maybe Ms. Beale will be the monitor," she said hopefully. "I don't think I'd mind it if she punished me." Beca smirked at the thought.

Stacie grinned before jokingly fanning Beca's face. "Cool off, we've still gotta get through class." Beca laughed and swatted at Stacie's hand as they entered the classroom.

The classroom was arranged with square tables that sat four students apiece. Beca noticed a boy with his head buried in a book near the back of the room, and headed over to join him. "Hey Benji." Beca slid into the seat beside him and Stacie took the seat on her other side. "Whatcha reading?"

Benji looked up and smiled at the girls. "Hey Beca, hey Stacie," he greeted. "It's a book about different types of magic tricks. The slight of hand stuff is pretty cool." He looked at Beca, and reached over pulling a quarter out from behind her ear. He flipped it up in the air to her saying casually, "You should really keep better track of your money."

Beca rolled her eyes at him and caught the coin before it hit the table. "You want this quarter back so you can try that move on someone else?"

Benji eyed her for a moment before nodding, taking it from Beca's outstretched palm. "You could at least pretend to be impressed, considering I pulled that off flawlessly."

Stacie leaned closer over the table whispering, "Damn Benji, how the hell did you do that? Maybe I could come over later and you could show me some of your other tricks."

Benji blushed, averting his eyes from Stacie's low-cut top. "Uh that's…well…I'm not…"

Stacie leaned back laughing, putting Benji out of his misery. "Don't worry Benji, I'm just messing with you. That trick was pretty cool though. Don't you think so Becs? Beca?"

Stacie turned to see Beca staring at the front of the room. She followed her gaze to see Ms. Beale writing something on the whiteboard, her lips curling into a knowing grin. She snapped her fingers in front of Beca's face, causing the smaller brunette to jump slightly and turn to glare at her. "See something you like there, Becs?"

Beca shrugged and opened her notebook. "What can I say? She's got legs for days under that skirt. Don't even get me started on her…"

Ms. Beale cleared her throat loudly from the front of the room and began speaking to the class, effectively cutting Beca off mid-sentence. As she moved to stand in front her desk, Beca could read the words behind her on the whiteboard. Ms. Chloe Beale. There were only 12 students in the AP Biology class, and they spent the first class getting to know more about each other. Beca couldn't help the smirk that formed the longer she listened to Ms. Beale speak, her voice laced with a soft, southern accent. She didn't think she had ever encountered someone so innately cheerful in her entire life. Chloe…Ms. Beale truly was stunning. Beca spent most of the class studying every aspect of her gorgeous face, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't let her eyes wander farther south. The blue top only enhanced the clear blue of her eyes, the black pencil skirt just shy of form fitting and ended a few inches above the knee. Beca could only imagine what it would feel like to slide her hand along the smooth skin under that skirt.

Before she knew it the bell was ringing and school was over. Beca looked over at Stacie who was grinning at her again. "Need a napkin to wipe that drool up off the table, Becs?"

Beca rolled her eyes. "Whatever Stacie, she's not that hot." She gathered her things and left the classroom, fighting through the crowded hallway to her locker. Fat Amy arrived just in time to hear Stacie say, "You're not convincing anyone, Becs. You're totally into her, and she is definitely that hot."

Amy chimed in, "You guys talking about the new Bio teacher that Beca was looking at like a dingo in heat?

Stacie high-fived Amy exclaiming, "See Becs! I'm not the only one who noticed." Beca shook her head, deciding to just stay silent. Stacie exchanged a look with Amy, an evil smile spreading across her face.

"Maybe Beca's too intimidated by her. I mean she is gorgeous." Stacie winked at Amy, knowing Beca would take the bait. On cue, Beca slammed her locker shut and whipped around to face Stacie. "That's ridiculous, I'm not intimidated by her," she scoffed.

Amy's eyes flashed making contact with Stacie's as she joined in teasing Beca. "Come on Shawshank, no reason to get defensive about it. The ginger's out of your league anyways."

Beca laughed at that statement. "I'm not getting defensive, and I could tap that if I wanted to," she added confidently.

Stacie's eyes locked with Amy's. Jackpot. They both grinned, the same thought hitting them at that exact moment. "I'm calling your bluff, Mitchell," Stacie replied. "I dare you to get Ms. Beale's number."

Beca rolled her eyes at Stacie. "You're on! That'll be too easy."

Fat Amy chimed in, "Well if that's so easy, Becs, maybe we should add part two. You gotta get the ginger's number, and get her to go on a date with you."

Beca frowned at Amy for a moment, thinking through the dare. Amy sensed her hesitation and knew she had Beca where she wanted her. "Unless you're too scared of getting shut down…"

That was the tipping point. Beca smirked at her friends before holding a hand out. "You're on, both of you. One phone number and one date." Stacie and Amy cheered slapping her hand. Beca laughed shaking her head. "You guys are fucking insane, you know that?"

"Ms. Mitchell! Aren't you supposed to be in detention right now?" Aubrey's voice rang out from down the hallway. Beca sighed and mumbled, "kill me now." Her friends wished her luck as she trudged down the hallway towards detention under Aubrey's hard stare. "I'm going Posen, I'm going. Jesus, don't have a heart attack," she said as she walked past the English classroom.

Detention was empty. Of course it was. It's the first day of school. The teachers don't even teach anything on the first day, yet somehow Beca was stuck in detention. Okay, she knew why she was in detention, but it didn't make it any easier. She sunk down into a chair looking around the empty room, instantly deciding to leave if no teacher showed up in five minutes to monitor her. Beca pulled her phone out and sent a text to Stacie.

Beca [3:12PM]: In detention alone. No monitor

Stacie [3:12PM]: BAIL! I want to go home

Just as she was about to respond, a slight southern accent broke her concentration. "I'm pretty sure you aren't allowed to use your phone in detention." Beca looked up to see the stern expression in Ms. Beale's blue eyes, mouth set in a firm line, and hand held outstretched waiting for her phone. Beca narrowed her eyes for a moment, before shrugging and handing her phone over. "Whatever you say, Beale."

A/N: Thanks to my awesome beta Ravenclawsome33! Also a special thanks to wolveswithoutteeth for talking through this whole fic with me, and encouraging me to go for it :-). Please R&R!