Chloe sat at her desk the next day, impatiently watching the clock tick. The class were working on a paper, and she was supposed to be writing on the board for them to copy down...but she just kept watching the door, waiting for Beca to turn up in her usual jeans and checkered shirt, with her numerous ear piercings, looking just as adorable as always. But the clock turned to quarter past eleven, and then twenty past eleven and by twenty to twelve Chloe had lost hope that she would even turn up at all. Great. So, she made a promise to herself to stop being nice and naive...and immediately afterwards she decided to take a chance on a girl that physically shoved her on the floor and swore at her. She was such an idiot. Fuck it. And fuck Beca.

"Hey, are you okay?" a student called Nick asked.

She'd noticed him on the first day because he was an older student- 24- and well, he was very attractive. He had floppy brown hair and brown eyes, and always dressed kinda sloppily. But Chloe had a bit of a thing for cute scruffy guys, it was her downfall. She also liked short alternative brunettes...

"Yeah, thankyou," Chloe smiled the first genuine smile of the day.

"You look kinda down," he said thoughtfully.

"No, I'm fine," Chloe tried to sound convincing even though she was reeling.

"Kay. Let me know."

Nick caught her eye and smiled an adorable smile.

But even after that, Chloe was still pissed for the rest of the lesson. Fucking Beca Mitchell. It was amazing how one person could make her feel so shit. Chloe was very angry.

"So, I'm having a party tonight," Nick said to Chloe at the end of the lesson. "Just seniors, no-one who takes English, and no-one who's too young to drink. You should come."

Chloe didn't know what to say.

"No-one will know," Nick smiled at her, his brown eyes glittering.

"Uh, yeah sure, I guess I could."

"Great. You're my favourite teacher Miss Beale," he winked.

"Thanks," Chloe blushed a little bit, he was obviously flirting.

"Am I your favourite student?" Nick asked.

"We'll see," Chloe smirked and waved as he walked off laughing to himself.

Chloe sat back and smiled a little content smile. Things were looking up.

"Beca you are...fu' I can't even find any words to describe how I feel right now, Christ, you fucking idiot," Patrick Mitchell ran a hand feverishly through his receding hair.

Beca didn't say a word. She just sat down in his big SUV, slamming the door and crossing her arms as tightly as she could.

Dr Mitchell's car was parked outside the police station. So, yeah Beca had spent a night in a jail cell- it wasn't even her fault, she never meant to break the stupid window. The night before, Beca, Jesse, Benji a girl called Fat Amy and her boyfriend Bumper had gone out to a bar, got a bit drunk, got into a fight with some old guys and ended up smashing a window. Of course everyone else scarpered, leaving Beca stood in the bar next to the smashed window. So they took her to the station, and the next morning her dad bailed her out. It was not a good night.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?" Dr Mitchell demanded driving off and down the road.

"There's nothing to say," Beca said blankly.

"There's a LOT to say, what the hell is wrong with you?" Beca's dad exclaimed incredulously, his face red with disbelief and rage. "You're too young to even drink in a bar! And you punched a guy and smashed a window with a glass?! What is wrong with you?"

Beca just bit down on the inside of her cheeks to stop her screaming.

"Beca! Fucking say something I just paid a thousand dollars to bail you out of jail! Beca!"

He grabbed her arm and she violently pushed him away.

"Just fuck off, it happened, it's over! I was wasted, I'm not gonna do it again, just get off my case!" Beca yelled aggressively, snapping.

"Don't expect me to pay for you to move to LA."

Beca was silent again, digging her nails into her palms so deep that she nearly drew blood.

"Did you hear me?" Dr Mitchell asked.

"Yeah I did!" she spat.

"I mean it. You fucking idiot."

Beca just glared out the window, he eyebrows so furrowed it was beginning to ache. All she could think was that she'd missed English. So Chloe was going to assume that she'd bailed on her and let her down again. Chloe was the only thing keeping her going. She didn't know why...but Beca had ALWAYS believed in fate and true love. And she had a serious feeling about Chloe being someone significant. And it was all messed up now. Fuck's sake.

"Hey Chlo'," Aubrey said, flopping down on the sofa in the coffee shop.

"Hi."

Chloe was marking some papers with a big cup of tea. It was her lunch break and she was in a better mood than she was that morning, now that she'd forgotten about Beca everything was clearer. She could actually be bad now.

"How's it going? How's your vendetta going?" Aubrey asked, sipping her latte.

"My vendetta?" Chloe asked her friend.

"Yeah, against that Beca girl."

"Oh."

Chloe didn't say anything, she just looked down at her work. The mention of Beca was enough to put her on a downer.

"I heard she got arrested last night."

"What?! What for?" Chloe was shocked.

"She was in a bar fight and smashed a window."

"What the hell?" Chloe exclaimed. Wow, that would explain why she was not in class. So she was a criminal too, fuck. Chloe definitely had to stay away from her now.

"I know," Aubrey agreed, grinning like it was hilarious.

"She was supposed to be making up for pushing me over today..." Chloe admitted.

"What?! Like...taking you out?" Aubrey asked, her blue eyes surprised.

"Yeah."

"You like her! It's so clear now! The massive change of character in you, it all makes sense!" Aubrey sat up like she'd just seen the light.

"No, I don't," Chloe denied angrily. "She's an idiot. I don't like anyone. I'm having a slut phase."

"A slut phase?"

"Yeah."

"Who have you slept with then?" Aubrey asked challengingly.

"Well...no-one yet."

"So you're not having a slut phase."

"Yeah, I am."

Aubrey just sipped her tea victoriously.

"I can sleep with people if I want," Chloe insisted.

"No you can't, you're the nicest person I know, you fall in love like instantly."

"No I don't, and I can."

"No. You can't."

"Hey shawshank," Jesse said as Beca opened her dorm door.

Beca forced a smile.

"Hey Jesse," Beca said wearily.

"How was the inside?" he asked, grinning a stupid smile like he was really amused.

"The inside?" Beca asked, slumping onto her bed next to Jesse.

Of course Jesse had made himself at home in her apartment. Kimmy Jin was out, Jesse looked like he'd slept in her bed waiting for her to get out of the police station cell. Although Jesse could be thoughtful...Beca wasn't sure that she could deal with him right at that moment.

"Yeah. Jail. Did they give you a copy of your mugshots?"

"Fuck off."

"Alright, alright."

Beca sighed and rested her head against the wall.

"Sorry Jesse. My dad's an asshole," Beca explained and he nodded, immediately understanding why she was pissed.

"Yeah," Jesse agreed. "Bec, don't let him get to you."

"I know. He's so horrible ugh...And I fucked things up with Chloe."

"Who's Chloe?" Jesse asked intently, frowning like her was confused.

"Miss Beale? I said I would take her out today, and make up for shoving her and being late to her lesson," Beca ran a hand through her brown hair.

Jesse looked shocked.

"You like a teacher?" he asked.

"Dude, it's not like she's old, she's barely twenty five," Beca told him.

"I mean yeah, she's really really hot but I swear teacher's can't date students," Jesse said.

"I don't care Jesse!" Beca exclaimed.

"Wait, you really like her?"

"Yeah!"

"But you never like anyone...I swear you just sleep with people cos you have needs and everything...you're a slut," Jesse said, confusedly looking at her.

Beca couldn't help but sigh again.

"Yeah but she's...different. I feel differently about her. Ever since I first saw her."

"Oh," Jesse said simply. "Bec, I'm sure there's nothing you can do to put her off."

"She hates me Jesse."

"How could she hate you?"

"I don't know. I'm kind of an asshole. I'm an ass to everyone but somehow people have liked me up to this point...but when I actually like someone she's not interested! I'm never being a slut again."

"That's not possible."

"It is."

"No. You never even liked me," he said a little bitterly.

"Dude, so what?" Beca was surprised that he'd bring that up.

"I'm so nice to you, but you've never liked me. You totally friendzoned me," he shrugged.

"Jesse...no offence, but why do you think that just because you're a guy and because you've been nice to me that I'll just come running to you? So what? Girls are nice to other girls all the time, just because you're a guy does not mean that I'm gonna date you. I'm not 'friendzoning' you. I'm just not attracted to you. It was your decision to be nice to me. I don't owe you anything."

Jesse was silent for a moment. Beca didn't wanna look at him because she was certain she'd upset him.

"Sorry. I just hate it when guys say 'friendzone'."

"No, I guess you're right," Jesse agreed quietly.

"I'm really sorry."

"It's fine. Anyway. So you gonna try and apologise to Chloe?" he asked, changing the awkward subject.

"Yeah, I guess," Beca shrugged. "I want her to be part of my life. Like I've always kinda believed in fate. And I think I met her for a reason. It feels like I met her for a reason. Seriously."

"Hey, Chloe!"

"Hi."

Chloe smiled as she headed over Nick's threshold and into his messy apartment. It was nearly nine o clock and his apartment was pretty dark- Chloe wasn't surprised, Nick dressed so sloppily that this was definitely the standard of cleanliness Chloe expected.

"Guys, this is Chloe," Nick introduced her proudly to four other people- two girls and two guys.

"Hey," Chloe smiled.

"You wanna beer?" a guy asked where everyone was sat on some saggy sofas. He had dark blonde hair and was wearing a cool shirt.

"Yeah, cheers," Chloe smiled and sat down with them.

"Chlo', this is Darren, George, Emma and India," Nick said.

Darren was the blonde guy, George was black, he seemed cool, Emma was really pretty with big blue eyes, and India was pretty too, she had dark hair and was kinda alternative looking. They all were.

"So, how did Nick manage to lure you to his trampy mansion?" India asked, smirking.

"I don't even know," Chloe chuckled, drinking her beer fast.

"Can we play strip poker?" Darren asked. He seemed like a bit of an idiot, Chloe thought.

"Darren, seriously?!" Emma asked disapprovingly.

"No way," Nick said.

Five beers more and a few shots of whatever spirits Nick had in his fridge, the music had been turned up and everyone was a lot less uptight. And George and Emma had agreed to play strip poker, which was disturbing.

"So, you wanna see my bedroom?" Nick slurred.

They were dancing kind of. Nick was no dancer but his hands were on Chloe's waist and they were kind of like grinding...

"Sure," Chloe agreed, smiling.

"Kay," Nick grinned.

He took her hand and led her to his bedroom...

Author's note: what do you think you guys? Thankyou so much for reading :) please review and let me know what you think. Btw I based Nick on Jake Johnson's character on New Girl, just cos I love Jake Johnson, not gonna lie guys xxx