"Hey sexy I'm outside your class," Stacie said down the phone.

"Shhh!" Beca hissed, wondering why the hell she even picked up the phone.

"Sorry," Stacie laughed. She sounded a bit drunk. "I'll just wait til you're done."

"Okay? Bye."

"Bye babe."

Beca looked at the window of the door and saw Stacie waving at her, wondering what Stacie wanted. She was so annoying, but kind of endearing at the same time.

It seemed like Beca spent all of her time in English class- or maybe it was just because that was the one class she actually made an effort to go to (chemistry, french and philosophy- not so much, the teacher's there were not really worth making an effort for). Although Beca had convinced herself that she'd let go of Chloe, she couldn't deny that she did miss talking to the gorgeous redhead and she often found herself remembering everything that happened in heated dreams. Sometimes she'd be lying in bed and wish that Chloe was there holding her. The arrangement with Stacie was fun but well...it kinda left her feeling used; Stacie never stuck around for the morning. But...that was more what Beca was used to...what she deserved.

"Thank God, that lesson went on forever!" Stacie exclaimed, hugging Beca tightly, kissing her hello on her neck.

Beca blushed, feeling Chloe's eyes on her back as she walked out the lecture hall door. Fuck, why did she feel so guilty about this?

"Sorry," Beca said, her hand slipping easily into Stacie's as they walked down the corridor, glad to be getting away from Chloe's hurt gaze. "So what's the occasion? You usually only turn up when you want sex."

"Yeah...?"

Beca laughed.

"Dude, it's four pm, you're drunk."

"Psshh I'm not drunk. And we did it at ten am the other day..." Stacie protested.

"Hmm..." Beca said.

"My dorm is free right now?" Stacie's eyes were twinkling flirtatiously.

Beca fought a grin.

"Okay, let's go."

"Yay!"

"I wanna date someone," Chloe announced, sitting down next to Aubrey in the coffee shop.

Aubrey looked up from her laptop, kind of surprised at Chloe's decisive outburst. There was a really determined look in Chloe's crystal blue eyes.

"Okay," Aubrey said, putting the laptop down. Chloe looked really animated. "Is this Beca related...?"

"No...yeah...No! Yeah a little bit. But no."

Aubrey laughed at her best friend arguing with herself. Well, this was new.

"Well, have fun with that," Aubrey said.

"Yeah thanks. I'm getting a coffee be right back."

She got in the queue, behind a tall blonde guy wearing a tight fitting grey t-shirt. She felt...weird. She wanted to get over Beca. She wanted to prove to herself that she was over that little brunette. And she wanted it to be true, so desperately.

"Sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing you say you want to date someone."

Chloe was surprised when this guy with the English accent turned round to look at her with dark blue eyes.

"I- uh - uhm," she stuttered, totally embarrassed at the way this gorgeous guy was looking at her.

"Sorry, I'm being creepy," he said, kindly.

"No, um," Chloe was blushing a lot. He was so fucking attractive, and she tried not to stare.

"I'm Luke," he said, smiling at Chloe friendlily.

"Chloe."

He held out a big hand for her to shake, and Chloe's heart sped up as his hand lingered on hers.

"Nice to meet you Chloe."

"Um, yeah, you too," Chloe said.

Their eyes met for a moment, then Chloe looked away, slightly embarrassed.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked her, a suggestive look in his eyes.

Chloe was not dumb, she knew not to trust guys that she didn't know...but...what did she have to lose?

"Sure. Can I um have Earl grey?"

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Um yeah, why?"

"Sorry, I'm English, I just can't drink your country's tea," he laughed.

"Oh right, okay. I've never had tea from England," Chloe said.

"Maybe we could drink some together sometime," he replied smooothly and Chloe grinned unconsciously.

"Okay."

Luke ordered her drink and Chloe shot an excited look at Aubrey as they went to sit down at a table next to the window.

Beca left Stacie's at about six, and headed down town to look for a CD to mix...She felt sad again.

As she walked down the street, she looked up and saw Chloe sat in the window of some coffee shop with some good looking blonde guy. They looked pretty fucking cosy. Her heart tightened painfully, and she stood staring for a moment across the street- then Chloe looked up at her and she blushed and hurried off feeling like a total idiot.

Fuck. Ugh, she did not want Chloe dating some guy. Sure, Beca had Stacie...no she wanted Chloe for crying out loud. It was Chloe, it had been Chloe since she first even saw her, she was being so stupid, she was clearly in love with Chloe, it was glaringly obvious. Why could they not just be together? Why?

Despite this epiphany, nothing changed for Beca throughout the next week, but a lot changed for Chloe.

Chloe and Luke had been out twice but not kissed yet. Chloe liked him. She liked his big arms, his posh London accent, his blonde hair. But he didn't feel like home. Not in the way someone else did...

"Hey," Beca said at the end of the English lecture.

Chloe span around, surprised. Beca had not spoken to her in over a week.

"Oh. Hi."

Chloe awkwardly looked at her hands, feeling uncomfortable under Beca's gaze.

"You're dating someone," Beca said slightly accusingly, like she was jealous.

Chloe blushed. She didn't know what to say.

"Uh, yeah...So are you?"

Beca frowned.

"No I'm not."

Chloe was confused.

"That girl...? The tall one?" she inquired.

"Stacie? We are not dating," Beca shook her head definitively.

"Why not...?" she was kind of glad to know that they weren't dating.

"She...is not...we're...she's not the girlfriend type," Beca said uncomfortably.

Chloe realised what she meant.

"You're fuckbuddies."

"Uh, yeah."

There was silence between them.

"I fucking miss you," Beca's voice was desperate.

Chloe didn't say anything but Beca took a step closer to Chloe, slowly backing her up against the desk.

"Chloe," Beca insisted.

Chloe hit the desk, and Beca kept coming closer until Chloe could feel Beca's intoxicating breath against her lips. Her heart started to flutter in a familiar way.

"But...we can't," Chloe said pathetically, searching in Beca's dark blue eyes for some reason to push her away. But she couldn't find one.

"We can't be friends?" Beca asked, reaching up and brushing a strand of red hair from Chloe's eyes. Chloe bit her lip and shook her head.

"No," she whispered.

"Chloe..."

Chloe didn't know what to do...then she just gave in, and grabbed Beca shirt, pulling her into her and kissing her hard. This was clearly the action Beca wanted, because her hands found Chloe's waist, pushing her backwards on the desk so she was sat on the desk, wrapping her legs around Beca's body. Beca's lips were so fucking perfect, they felt so right, and she immediately let Beca's tongue in, accidentally letting out a little moan. Chloe's arms snaked round Beca's neck, getting lost in her brown hair, remembering just how perfect Beca was for her.

"Stop" Chloe gasped, pushing her off and unravelling herself from the short brunette. "I have a class in five minutes."

Beca just glared at her.

"Fine," Beca said icily.

"Sorry," Chloe said called after her.

"Whatever," Beca walked out.

Fuck.

Author's note: um two chapters in a day what the hell is this? Too much time on my hands that's what lol

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