[Little bit of a warning, this is just a filler chapter. I promise I'm getting to the good stuff soon!]
The dorm was scarcely decorated, a small yellow lamp resting at the edge of an already big brick structure. Chloe had never seen something so empty. The desk was clear of anything personal- wall bare as a white sheet and grey blanket covered the edge of a twin mattress.
Beca threw her bag down, the burlap making an odd sound against the floor. She let out a shaky breath. This whole entire place smelled like her. Sweet and dangerous. The other half of the room littered with different posters of movies, and a messy duvet. There was a laptop casting a hazy blue light across the length of the room.
It had been a long day, Chloe was exhausted. The hunger that had been eating away at her for the past couple of hours had finally dulled off enough for her to relax into herself- to enjoy the little vampire's company for once in the first 48 hours.
"You're not going back there," Beca mumbled, saying the same thing Aubrey had about the graveyard shift at a cemetery. When the blonde snipped about it, it was condescending. But from Beca, it sounded a little less like criticism and more like a friendly suggestion.
"Okay, I won't." Chloe flopped down on the mattress too, feeling sore. She stared up at the ceiling as her legs draped off the side of the bed. Beca had her arm behind her head, breath steady as she rested her hand on her chest.
She blinked a few times. She had been so headstrong towards the situation. She was used to working for what she wanted- and right now she needed money to pay for classes that she couldn't afford in the first place. Yet, after one simple suggestion from a near stranger, she was ready to give it up.
"Wait, what the fuck was that?" Chloe asked, whipping her head around to face Beca. She had underestimated how close the girl was- her breath hot on Chloe's collarbone. It was mint mixed with coffee. Beca's stare lingered on the red-heads lips for a second as she let out a sigh. "You just did something."
"I did," Beca turned on her side, resting her head on her elbow as she lowered her grasp to mess with the hem of the only blanket in this whole half of the dorm room. "The power of persuasion my dear. Regardless, you're not going back to that graveyard. Gallagher is a creep."
"Says the girl who gives impromptu history lessons in the middle of said Graveyard. Besides, I have to get money if I want to stay at Barden."
"Consider it paid for," Beca mumbled, running a hand through her mousey brown hair.
Chloe stared at the girl, wonder in her eyes as she squinted them. She didn't' know if Beca was offering to cover a whole entire tuition by herself. It wasn't something she would even let a close family member do. But in a way, the option hit her hard. The girl did kill her.
"Chlo, when it comes to finances, I've been saving for a retirement fund for… hmm, one- hundred years."
"A humble brag indeed," Chloe giggled, blowing a bit of air from her nose. "You're uh… You're going to teach me everything about this, right? That whole creepy mind control thing you did."
"Of course, Red," Beca smirked her eyes flipping towards the door to the dorm room. She sat up, straightening her arm as she parted her lips slightly. Chloe knew enough about social cues to realize that they weren't going to be alone in a few moments. She couldn't hear much, using most of her attention to focus on Beca's shallow breath and even slower heartbeat.
The door flung open, Chloe stifling a grin as she got a good look at the owner of the movie posters. She had seen the girl around campus- Amy, something. She had the type of confidence that Chloe would kill for, the style that would cause anyone to fall into an easy conversation with her. The complete opposite of her brooding little friend.
"Becer!" She shouted alcohol clearly on her breath. She was barefoot, holding a pair of studded heels in her hands as a black cocktail dress hugged her sides. Chloe couldn't tell if she was foreign, hammered, or both. "Beccer's friend."
"Amy," Beca cracked a warm smile "This is Chloe,
"Can you teach her how to decorate?" The blonde ignored the tiny human to Chloe's right and went straight to pulling herself into her own cocoon of covers. She didn't' bother changing, a lazy smirk on her face. "She's got the style of a piece of toast."
"White?" Chloe raised her eyebrow in amusement.
"Bland," the drunk girl hummed. "Toast, burnt toast."
She grumbled as she curled up and slowly closed her eyes, Beca shook her head as she let out a small sigh and pressed her fingers to her forehead. She had an odd way with her roommate- Anyone else would have ended up with a black eye and a bloody nose, but Amy had escaped unharmed.
"Burnt toast?" She knit her eyebrows together.
"Well, you do dress in all black," Chloe smirked. "Does that come with the territory?"
"Mm," The small girl glanced up as she pursed her lips. She stared at Chloe with wonderment. The first time she saw the girl she was covered head to toe in mud. The shirt that she wore was sheer- almost see through. She clearly wasn't set to dig a hole in the ground.
She squeezed the redhead's shoulder slightly, shaking her head as she glanced at the sleeping roommate that was curled up on the mattress. She was just short of snoring, consciousness evading her. "It wouldn't hurt for you to buy a leather jacket, hot-shot. Oh! Or you could just chop up some garlic while you're at it, stop by a church and try to check your reflection in a mirror."
"Alright, alright I yield," Chloe smirked as she held her hands up in surrender. They both laughed, filling the room with a light sound as it finally died down. Chloe drew in a light sigh "Were you serious about the garlic? Because Italian food is my favorite."
"No," The shorter girl scoffed, "What's the point of living forever if you can't enjoy pizza?"
"Fair point, Mitchell." She shook her head, there was an odd air of quiet involving the two. This was the first time they had gotten along- at least without the bickering that Beca evoked and anger that Chloe was channeling. It was comfortable, in a way. "I uh- I should get going. Aubrey will blow a gasket if I'm out half the night again."
"Alright," Beca nodded it understanding, chewing the edge of her lip as she stepped aside for her to reach the door. "Call me if you need anything tonight."
"Smoke signal?" Chloe lifted an eyebrow in amusement.
"How about we stick with a Cell phone." The girl smirked, blowing air from her nose. Her deep cobalt gaze lingered on Chloe's for a few moments before she pulled the brass knob of the old door open. The hinges creaked and groaned. "I'll see you in class tomorrow."
"Sure, of course." Chloe didn't object to the fact that she had to sit through a two and a half hour lecture course when she couldn't really focus on anything other than the new emotions that flooded her body. It was dangerous, it was confusing. But so was Beca.
She halted as a chilled hand grasped her fingers. She was halfway into the hallway- the scent of freshly applied paint and empty Dorito bags filled her lungs. She glanced back at the ominous girl. "You'll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, Beale."
"That's comforting,"
Beca chuckled softly, a sweet and silky sound. "It's not meant to be."
