Weeks passed and Beca didn't say another word to Chloe. She barely went to class- she barely went out for that matter, except perhaps just to go to the radio station. Why would she go out? The whole reason Beca was trying to participate was because of Chloe, because she thought that if she was a better person then Chloe would want her. And for some reason she thought that she met Chloe by fate. Truth is, fate isn't real, you can't just become a good person after living your whole life being rude and Chloe never and would never want her. Beca barely knew her anyway. She was over it. She was over Chloe and she was over trying to be nice.

"Beca what's up with you?"

"Who let you in?" Beca demanded, as her Dad came into the dorm, shutting the door.

"Seriously," he said, frowning.

Beca crossed her arms hard and frowned at him. It was eleven o clock on a Wednesday and she had big plans of sleeping all day and avoiding classes.

"You think I don't know you're skipping classes? I'm an English professor, I work with your English lecturer."

"Who?"

"Uh, Miss Beale? You've not been to her class in over a week."

Beca's stomach jolted at the mention of her name.

"So?" she spat viciously, pulling herself together. "You're not letting me go to LA anyway so why would I go to class? There's no point."

"I was angry! You can still go to LA! But you're also going to English today."

Beca glared at him.

"Do you really mean that?" she asked. "Because I'm not going to some stupid classes if you're gonna be a dick and change your mind."

"Shut up and get dressed," her dad ordered. Beca took that as a yes. "And don't smash any more windows."

"Fine. Fuck off then."

Dr Mitchell gave her the dirtiest look then shut the door hard behind him. Beca sighed deeply and got dressed.

Chloe entered her classroom ten minutes early as usual, writing some book extracts up on the board. She felt back to normal now that Beca had stopped coming to class and reminding her of how much of a bitch she'd been. She felt a kind of guilt whenever she thought of Beca; she felt like she was responsible for Beca skipping class and ruining her education. But...out of sight, out of mind. Right?

Chloe's thoughts were cut off when the college students piled in, looking just as hungover as usual.

"Good afternoon everyone, great let's start," Chloe said brightly when the class was settled. "So, our last essay on how Freida is portrayed in chapter- you're la-" Chloe trailed off mid-word. Beca shut the door forcefully, gave Chloe a filthy look and went to sit in her seat.

"-te," she finished quietly. "You're late...Um, okay. Anyway..."

Chloe tried to teach as usual but she could feel Beca's eyes boring into her hard, giving her constant evils throughout the whole hour. It was really distracting.

When the lecture ended Chloe couldn't help but say something to her.

"Beca wait," Chloe called to the small girl at the end of class. She'd forgotten just how attractive Beca was in those tight jeans and low cut t-shirts...

"What could you possibly want?" Beca asked, defensively crossing her arms, backing away from her.

Chloe didn't say anything for a moment; her mind was blank at the steely gaze Beca was giving her.

"Are you back in class for good?" she asked finally, her voice a little weak.

"Yes," Beca said simply.

"Okay. In that case you're really behind."

"Maybe it's cos I was late."

Chloe was unsure how to respond. She really had upset Beca then...

"You need to catch up with the work," Chloe said, being teacher-y for some reason.

"Come on, we both know I'm shit at English, just fail me, you hate me enough don't you?" Beca asked. She looked sad and Chloe's stomach jerked guiltily.

"I..." Chloe didn't speak quick enough and the silence seemed to answer Beca's question.

"Fuck off Miss Beale."

Beca turned to go but Chloe grabbed her bare arm. Beca just looked at Chloe's hand like she was totally shocked from the contact.

"I was an asshole," Chloe said in a low voice. "I'm so sorry. I don't hate you."

Beca just looked at her with those denim blue eyes, making Chloe wonder how she ever disliked her in the first place.

"So?" Beca asked quietly after a moment.

"I'm gonna help you with your work, tonight. Let me make it up to you."

Beca seemed to mull it over for a while. Chloe's hand was still on Beca's wrist, but Chloe didn't even think to let go. The contact seemed completely natural, but completely exciting at the same time.

"Don't get arrested," Beca smirked.

"I'll try not to."

Beca smiled at Chloe, her eyes shimmering.

"Starbucks then? Six o clock?" Chloe asked.

"Sure."

"Kay."

Beca looked at Chloe's hand and Chloe realised she had to let it go. She blushed a little and Beca smirked as she walked off.

"Bye Chloe," Beca said sweetly.

Chloe grinned when Beca shut the door. So, things were coming together.

Beca felt a whole lot better after English. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Chloe did like her. Normally, Beca held grudges but Chloe was just way too easy to forgive. Maybe it was her crystal blue eyes or her pink lips, but whatever it was, Beca felt a familiar liking towards the pretty redhead.

At half five Beca took the bus down town. She was kind of nervous, but also excited...But they were only doing work. So it would be fine. Right?

Beca looked through the window and saw Chloe sat there looking through a book, looking totally adorable. She smiled to herself, watching her for a moment, then headed into the fairly empty coffee shop.

"Hi," Beca said.

Chloe looked up and smiled.

"Hey."

Beca sat down next to Chloe. Chloe was wearing jeans and a blue sweater and her hair was wavy where it fell on her shoulders. She looked gorgeous out of work clothes. But she always looked gorgeous.

"How's it going?" Beca asked, smirking a little bit at the awkward tension between them.

"Good. Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah you can. I guess you kinda owe me a drink," Beca smiled.

"I guess I kinda do," Chloe agreed sheepishly. "What d'you want?"

"Um...I don't know. I've never been to Starbucks," Beca admitted.

"Really?" Chloe looked surprised.

"Do they sell beer?" Beca asked.

"I don't think so. I didn't realise you were so classy," Chloe smiled. Beca was just too adorable.

"Hey, this place is way too expensive for me. Don't judge."

"Sorry," Chloe teased. "I'll just get you a cappuccino..."

"Put some rum in it?" Beca asked hopefully.

"Why don't we just go to a bar afterwards?"

Beca grinned.

"Kay."

Chloe went to order Beca a coffee and Beca sat back on the chair, playing with her hair a little nervously.

"Here," Chloe said.

"Thanks," she took a sip then nearly choked. "Woah, is coffee normally this hot?"

"Yeah," Chloe laughed.

"Ow, my tongue," Beca giggled, but she was genuinely in pain. "Maybe you could kiss it better."

"Inappropriate," Chloe smirked.

"Sorry. Not sorry."

"Anyway, let's work."

"Kay."

Chloe got out a book and started talking Beca through the chapters, telling her about all the different perspectives she could take when writing her dissertation...But Beca was more interested in watching Chloe's lips then listening to what they were saying. Chloe carried on for about thirty minutes before she realised that Beca wasn't really paying her much attention.

"Beca, you know you're gonna fail if you don't listen," Chloe said, breaking Beca's Chloe-related daydream.

"Sorry," Beca said, blushing.

"If you promise to work at home we can go," Chloe bargained.

"Go to a bar?" Beca asked.

"Yeah sure."

"Kay. I'll work everyday for the whole year."

"Will you though?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah, for you," Beca's eyes twinkled, her navy blue eyes on Chloe's crystal blue ones.

"Okay. Let's go," Chloe agreed, looking content with Beca's answer.

"Cool."

They left the coffee shop and Chloe put all the books in the back of her car (a silver Honda civic, from 2000).

"Let's go," Chloe said, locking the car and heading off down the street.

"Okay miss," Beca joked. She could barely believe she was hanging out with Chloe to be honest.

"So, tell me about you," Beca said.

"About me?"

"Yeah," Beca smiled.

"What d'you wanna know?" Chloe asked, looking amused like no-one had ever asked her about herself before.

"Everything," Beca insisted. "What's your favourite food?"

"I don't eat," Chloe said automatically, then blushed. "I mean, uh, I don't know."

"What? How?"

"Ask a different question," Chloe said awkwardly.

Beca realised she'd touched a nerve and made a mental note never to take Chloe out to dinner.

"Okay, what's your favourite colour?"

"That's the best you could come up with?" Chloe laughed.

"Yeah."

Chloe smiled and looked in Beca's eyes.

"Blue," Chloe said. "Dark blue."

Beca blushed.

"What about you?" Chloe asked.

"I like blue too."

They were quiet for a moment as they walked down the road, just looking at each other.

"How about this place?" Beca asked, realising they were outside a familiar bar.

"Sure. Try not to get in any fights though."

"Okay, but try not to get me mad."

Chloe looked genuinely worried and Beca grinned.

"I'm kidding! Come on."

They went in and sat in a dark booth. Chloe got two beers.

"All right, what d'you like to do?" Beca asked, looking at her intently.

"What, just in general?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know," Chloe giggled.

"What, what's so funny?" Beca asked her, smiling at the way Chloe's bright blue eyes were lit up.

"I don't know, just you," Chloe grinned.

"Just me?"

"Yeah."

"Just my face?"

"No."

"Oh. Okay. Cos that would be too mean," Beca said.

"No, I like your face."

"Aw, so sweet," Beca teased.

"Piss off shawshank."

"Hey, I was only in a cell for one night!"

"Okay, okay," Chloe laughed, and drank her beer. "I guess I like reading. I like watching TV. I like my job."

"That's cool. See, it wasn't such a stupid question!" Beca said.

"It's just how you said it. Anyway, what about you?"

Chloe had her face propped up in her hands and she was leaning over the table to look in Beca's eyes. They were sat pretty close to each other, occasionally Chloe's legs brushed on Beca's and she got a wave of butterflies.

"Um, I like remixing songs," Beca told her. "I like writing songs, listening to music. I like music."

"That's so cool. I feel kinda boring."

"Do you like music?" Beca asked her.

"Yeah. I like singing."

"Aw, that's cute," Beca grinned.

"Like you."

"Miss, stop flirting!" Beca pretended to look offended.

"You stop flirting!"

"I'm not. I swear."

"Me neither."

Beca grinned at her.

"Will you get me another drink?" Beca asked cheekily.

"Sure. I'll get some shots."

"Woah, woah, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"You're a dick."

"Yeah I know."

They left the bar at midnight because they both had college the next day. Beca was a little drunk, but she had completely enjoyed spending the night flirting with Chloe; Chloe was just as perfect as she thought she would be, and they got on like they'd been friends they're whole lives. It was weird.

"You want me to drive you home?" Chloe asked.

"Dude, you're way over the limit!" Beca laughed.

"True. I don't have any money for a cab. I spent it all on your drinks."

"Me neither."

"Well, I live close by, I guess you'll have to come round," Chloe smirked.

"Okay," Beca beamed at her.

"Don't get too excited," Chloe teased her.

They got to Chloe and Aubrey's apartment soon, and Beca followed her up the stairs and into the large, tidy apartment. There was some blonde woman passed out on the sofa, and Chloe put a finger over her lips, signalling Beca to be quiet.

"I guess...you'll have to sleep in my room," Chloe blushed.

"Kay," Beca grinned at her.

"Through here."

Beca went into her room and sat on her double bed. It was a nice room, much messier than the rest of the apartment.

"Be right back," Chloe said, disappearing.

Beca took off her shoes and jacket, looking around.

Chloe returned wearing just an old big t-shirt that was much over-sized. Beca could see her tanned bare legs and it was making her blush.

"Don't get too excited," Chloe said, smirking at Beca, who realised she'd been staring.

"I'm not."

"Sure. So are you really gonna sleep in those jeans?" Chloe asked.

"I guess not."

Beca felt weird taking off her jeans in front of her because she could feel Chloe watching.

"I guess this is goodnight," Chloe said, getting under the covers.

"Yeah."

"Night."

"Mhmm."

Chloe turned out the light and they were silent for a few moments.

"Chloe?" Beca whispered, turning over to face Chloe. She could pretty much make out Chloe's face in the dark.

"Yeah?" she asked in that gentle voice.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," Beca said quietly.

"Me too."

"I'm really glad you don't hate me."

"Me too. Night Beca."

"Night."

Author's note: hey thankyou for reading pleeaaase review I will love you forever xxx