Chapter 5

Beca reached the bottom of the stairs, exited the stairwell, and headed for the front door. She was just about to hit the bar when a familiar voice called her name, causing her to pause and spin around. "Hi, Dr. Williams," she said, as the principal approached her. Beca had always gotten along with the man, finding him tough but fair. Right now though, he was the last person she wanted to speak to, as thoughts of Chloe's lips on hers ran through her mind.

Michael Williams smiled as he reached the short brunette, politely opening the door for her asking, "Ms. Posen informed me you've managed to land yourself in detention the entire first week of school. What happened Beca?"

Beca swallowed and quickly ducked through the door hiding her face, remembering the feel of Chloe's hips under her hands when he brought up detention. Shit. She needed to get to her car. Like yesterday. "Um, I had a disagreement with Ms. Posen in class yesterday. I apologized to her this morning."

The principal nodded his approval. "Good. Try to stay out of detention so much this year. You'll find school is much better when you can actually leave at the end of the day," he said with a smile.

Beca nodded back and forced her lips into a small smile. "I'll try, Dr. Williams. I'm sorry, but I really have to go. I'm late for dinner," she said apologetically, quickening her pace towards her car.

Dr. Williams waved and responded, "Drive safely. Oh, and Beca?"

She froze, turning halfway back around to hear him call out, "Try harder!" She grinned and nodded again, hitting the button to unlock her car doors. Quickly climbing into the seat, she let out a deep breath and placed her hands on the steering wheel. As soon as the principal was out of sight, she pulled out her phone, scrolling down to her most recently placed call. A grin slowly stretched across her face, before finally becoming a full-on smile.

"One fucking day!" she exclaimed gleefully, staring at the digits. It had only taken her two detentions to get the redhead's number. Stacie wasn't going to believe it. If she was honest, it happened even faster than she expected, figuring by the end of the week she would have conned it out of her teacher for one reason or another. After today's turn of events though, completing part two of the dare was the last thing on Beca's mind. The look in Chloe's eyes as they sang the chorus, the feel of her body pressed against Beca's was burned into her brain. Chloe Beale was the total package, and she didn't want to settle for anything less.

To Beca, it was the perfect situation. She was leaving for LA at the end of the year, and while she wasn't interested in a serious relationship, it didn't mean she couldn't have fun during her senior year. She also knew that while Chloe might have said it wouldn't happen again, the blazing look in her eyes and the way she had moaned against Beca's lips told another story entirely. Chloe Beale was attracted to her, and Beca was determined to wear her teacher down until she wasn't wearing anything at all.

Her thoughts were interrupted as an incoming call flashed on her phone, her eyes widening seeing it was from her dad. "Shit," she cursed aloud this time, realizing it was almost 6PM as she answered it. "Hey dad, I'm just leaving school now."

"Beca where are you? I thought detention ended at 5?" Her dad sounded irritated.

"Um, it does. I lost track of time doing my calculus homework, and then Dr. Williams started talking to me on the way out to my car. I'm leaving now, I swear." She realized she was rambling and quickly shut her mouth.

"Okay, hurry home. Sheila's here already."

Beca perked up at that statement. "I will dad. See you guys in a few." She hung up, started her car, and sped out of the parking lot.

It didn't take her long to navigate the short distance to her house, parking beside Sheila's white, Mercedes convertible. Beca glanced admiringly at the car before grabbing her backpack and climbing out from behind the wheel. Pushing all thoughts of Chloe from her mind, she headed inside through the garage to find her parents in the kitchen.

"Hey dad is the stepmonster back...Hi Sheila, sorry I didn't see you there," She said, smirking at the woman leaning against the counter.

Sheila didn't miss a beat, replying, "Oh, it's the delinquent. What does that Australian friend of yours call you? Shawshank? We'll try to visit when you end up there."

Beca grinned, walking over to her as she retorted, "I'd hardly put detention on the same level as prison. Now, living here with you..." she trailed off suggestively, catching her father roll his eyes at the two of them out of the corner of her eye.

"Is the best thing that ever happened to you?" Sheila finished her sentence. "I know, I tend to have that effect," she continued with a wink, stepping forward to hug her stepdaughter. "Can we go to dinner now that you've served your time?"

Beca laughed hugging Shelia back. "Yep, I've been set free for another evening. I can't wait to hear all about New York!"

Sheila released her and looked over at Ben. "Let's go then. I'm starving after flying all day. Where are you taking your two ladies tonight Dr. Mitchell?"

Beca turned to her father, mimicking Sheila's pose by putting her hands on her hips and staring at him expectantly. "Yeah dad, where are we going?" She knew there was only one acceptable answer, and waited patiently for her dad to voice it.

Ben looked at the two women replying, "I'm not sure when this happened," he said gesturing between the two of them. "But it's equally heartwarming and terrifying when you two put me on the spot like that. Mexican?" he questioned.

Beca and Sheila grinned, nodding excitedly. Ben walked over, slipping an arm around his wife and daughter, and the three of them headed for the door together.

Chloe stepped inside her apartment, dropped her purse and keys on the table beside the door, and moved to place the bag of takeout Chinese food on the kitchen counter. She grabbed a fork and the container of chicken lo mein, crossing the short distance to collapse on her couch.

Chloe finally let her mind drift back to detention as she dug into the container, still not quite believing she had lost control like that. She had never had inappropriate feelings toward a student before, let alone acted on them. Sure there had been some harmless looks or glances, she taught teenage boys after all, and even the occasional offhand comment. However, all that was before she heard Beca Mitchell sing. Chloe had been completely caught off guard by the surge of emotions that flooded through her at the sound of the brunette's voice. The clear alto sound struck something deep within her, igniting an attraction unlike any she had ever experienced.

Beca's choice of song certainly hadn't helped the situation. Of all songs the brunette could have chosen to sing, she had to choose that one. Chloe hadn't been in a real relationship since college, instead focusing on her students and furthering her education. She didn't regret her choice at all, but it had led to more than a few nights alone in her room with that song blasting through her speakers on repeat. She shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts, already feeling her body temperature start to rise. She really needed to get laid.

Of course, that thought only brought her mind to the way Beca had kissed her. It had been soft but sure, and so fucking perfect. The connection between them was instant, and she felt that kiss all the way down to her toes. She had pulled away out of shock more than anything else, the only thing registering in her mind was how badly she wanted to do it again. And she had too, she had completely lost control and attacked the girl. Beca hadn't seemed to mind though, and Chloe remembered all too well how the brunette had taken complete control of the situation, causing her to fall apart under her touch. She should probably be embarrassed at how easily Beca had turned her on, fingertips gentle against her thighs and hips.

"Get a grip, Beale!" she said aloud. Beca was one of her students. Reality started to set in as Chloe's mind started racing at the possible consequences of her actions. Barden was her dream, one she had been working towards for 6 years. She could have thrown all her hard work down the drain in one moment of stupidity. Chloe knew that she would have been fired on the spot had anyone caught them. The thought alone caused her appetite to vanish, and she set the container of food on the coffee table.

It was too much for her to deal with alone. Emotions getting the better of her, she pulled out her cell phone and called her best friend. After two rings, she heard a breathless voice answer.

Chloe relaxed instantly hearing Jessica's voice. "Hey Jess, it's me."

"Hey Chlo! I thought you weren't going to call until this weekend. What's up?"

Chloe hesitated, unsure of where to start. She must have paused too long, because Jess spoke up again, "Are you okay? Hey, talk to me. What happened?"

Chloe swallowed hard and blurted out, "I kissed one of my students today!" She was met with silence on the other end of the phone. "I don't know what happened Jess. One minute I was helping her with her calculus homework and then she started singing Titanium and you know what that song does to me and I started singing with her and then she kissed me..." Jess's voice loud in her ear cut her off mid-ramble.

"CHLOE! Geez girl, slow down for a second and let me catch up! Firstly, did you say she?" Jess asked curiously.

Chloe rolled her eyes despite knowing her best friend couldn't see her. "That's seriously all you got out of that? That it was a girl?"

Jess laughed replying, "Well, I know you don't have a preference, but it's not like you've kissed a lot of girls before. She must be hot."

Chloe felt her face heat up as she pictured Beca. "She's...that's not the point Jess! She's one my students. One of my high school students," Chloe said, emphasizing the words 'high school.' "I could have gotten fired."

"You could have gotten arrested," Jess commented. "Do you know how old she is?"

Chloe's eyes widened at the question. Shit. She hadn't even thought about that. Beca was probably 18. She definitely carried herself with the confidence of someone older than a senior in high school. "No, but I'm sure she's 18 already."

Jess replied, "Well, it was just a kiss right? Where did this happen anyways?"

Chloe told her the whole story of how she met the brunette, including the two days of detention, leaving out a few details of just how heated the moment had gotten.

Jess stayed silent until she finished, reading between her friend's words. "Chlo, you like her, a lot. Which means you need to stay away from her. Nothing else can happen between the two of you. The blame and responsibility will all fall on your shoulders. You need to protect yourself. The law isn't on your side here."

Chloe stayed silent. Jess was in her third year of law school, pursuing a career in Family Law. Even though it wasn't exactly what she was studying, Chloe trusted Jess to give her accurate and honest advice, even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear. "You're right. Nothing else will happen." She had a sinking feeling as she said the words, causing her to frown until Jess asked her another question.

"So, she must have one hell of a voice then, huh?"

Chloe smiled remembering Beca's smooth tone. "You have no idea Jess." Her best friend burst out laughing on the other end of the phone, causing Chloe to blush and ask, "What's so funny?" She could picture the sly grin on Jess's face when she heard her next words.

"Just the way you said that, Chlo. I was waiting for you to add, 'She's so dreamy," she replied, still giggling into the phone.

"Shut up," Chloe retorted, her face bright red. She had never been more thankful that she decided to call Jess and not video chat her.

"I'm sorry Chlo, I couldn't resist," Jess apologized sincerely. "But seriously, stay away from her. It's not worth your career or your reputation. I love you too much to let you jeopardize everything you've worked for!"

Chloe smiled, knowing her Jess had her best interests at heart. "I know, and I hear you loud and clear. Enough about me, how is Ashley? How are you?!" Chloe felt a little guilty about monopolizing the conversation, changing the subject to ask about Jess's girlfriend of 6 years. She listened as her friend caught her up on the past month, happy things were going so well for her. They hung up after an hour, with a promise to Skype sometime during the weekend.

Chloe tossed her phone onto the couch cushion beside her, determined to keep her relationship with Beca strictly professional. She had too much to lose, and she had worked too hard to get to this point in her life. At that moment, her phone beeped with a new text. Thinking it was Jess, she reached over and swiped it open without looking at the name.

Beca [9:46PM]: I can't stop thinking about you

Fuck. It was like the entire night never happened, and she was transported back into that moment in detention with Beca. Desire raced through her body at six words from the brunette, the apartment suddenly feeling like a sauna. Chloe sighed and walked into her bedroom, stripping her clothes off. She plugged her phone into the charger, turned on the music, and slipped between the sheets. After retrieving the toy from the drawer in her nightstand, she laid back and closed her eyes, letting the sounds of Titanium bounce off the walls around her. Chloe felt her body respond, her moans growing louder as the song built, Beca's face in her mind and name on her lips.

A/N: As always, special thanks to my beta, Ravenclawsome33! I shudder to think about the state of this story without her help. Thanks to all who continue to read/follow/comment!