It feels so weird writing about High School when I just graduated. I don't know, should this story span out to college or just stay in senior year.. Decisions, decisions.

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TUESDAY, AUGUST 27th. 12:05 A.M.

I ducked behind the nearest row of lockers, checking both directions, and then all but sprinting to my next class. I breathed a sigh of relief, sagging briefly against the wall, before making my way to my seat. "Beca, what the hell was that?"

"That, my young Padawan, was a prime example of avoiding." I sent Jesse a small smile.

Since the fifth hour teacher wasn't yet in the room, Jesse got up, sliding into the empty desk that was next to mine. "And who did the great, anti-social Beca Mitchell decide was so much of a nuisance that she had to single her mass avoidance down to just them?"'

I opened my mouth to protest, but then I realized he was pretty much correct. If I had it my way, public high school would have absolutely no human contact. That didn't mean I wouldn't pout that he called me out on it though. "Beale," I mumbled. Lips puckered in my best impression of a mad five year old.

"Beale? Chloe Beale? Never would I ever think the day would come where one of my friends was willingly avoiding a celebrity. I can't help but feel like Ashton Kutcher is about to pop out from somewhere. Am I being punked?" I swatted Jesse's shoulder, before turning my attention to the front where the teacher had arrived.

Jesse made a big show of clutching his shoulder and falling off of the chair. When I showed I wasn't amused though he went back to his chair, laughing.

Halfway through the class, a piece of paper in the crude form of an airplane landed on my desk. I immediately recognized Jesse's messy scrawl upon opening it. "Why are you avoiding her?" Jesse had known me long enough to know that when I passed notes, I hated to include names. That's how drama was started.

"Really long story." I crumpled up the paper, which earned me a chuckle from him, before I threw it at his head when the teacher wasn't looking. I kept my attention to the front, but the space in front of me clear. Knowing Jesse a reply would land on my desk in three, two, thwap!

I discreetly opened the folded paper, covering it with my books before I proceeded to read it. "We have time." I glanced over at Jesse who was staring right back at me. Sneakily pulling out my phone I gave him the universal sign for texting. I watched him nod before I started to text out the whole situation with Chloe. "So let me get this straight. You're tutoring Chloe, and during your first time tutoring she proceeded to sexually jump you, and now you're avoiding her in case it gets awkward." I grimace at Jesse's reply.

"Don't say sexually in that context."

"Why not? She literally had her hands on your pants button, Beca. Pretty sure it was about to get real sexual."

"I know, but when you said it like that it just made it seem like she was a pedophile gearing up to kidnap me."

"Ms. Mitchell! Are you on a cellular device." I flinched at the harsh tone of Mr. Bumberlee. Sliding my phone into my desk, I quickly shook my head in the negative. "Then please tell me the answer to the question I just asked."

I quickly racked my brain to figure out what he was teaching on. We were in the poetry section of our English class, and yesterday he said we were going to learn poetic meter today. Thank fuck I was good enough at English to already know this shit. Skimming the board, I saw the literary work he wanted me to identify. "The poem is in Iambic Pentameter."

"That is correct, but in the future please keep your attention toward the front of the class." Mr. Bumberlee narrowed his eyes before turning back to his lesson.

Knowing he wouldn't call me out twice, I grabbed my phone again, and seeing this, Jesse didn't miss a beat. "You know ignoring her will just make it more awkward."

"How so?"

"She'll think you're ignoring her because you're regretting what happened, and then when she gets on that train of thought she'll think its because of something she did, and then she'll think it's because of how she is. Next thing you know she's doubting who she is as a person, and she's deeply hurt because you ignoring her caused that to happen." What the actual fuck.

The bell rung, and upon gathering my stuff I walked over to Jesse. "You know you're practically a girl right."

"No, I'm just sensitive, most girls dig it." Jesse sent me his most charming smile, white teeth blazing in all their glory, and I realized that If I wasn't gay I probably would fall for it. A call from one of Jesse's football teammates garnered his attention. "I got to run, but you know what you got to do, Beca.

Talk to her."

This is stupid. Why am I doing it?

This is stupid. Why am I doing it? This is stupid. Why am I doing it? This is stupid. Why am I "Becs!" I brought my head up, catching Aubrey and the rest of the cheerleaders' disgusted glare over Chloe's shoulder. Chloe moved forward, surrounding me in a hug that emanated strawberry and vanilla. Must be her shampoo. "I literally haven't seen you all day; I've missed your beautiful eyes." From what little time I've been talking to Chloe, I've come to realize that she throws around compliments like they're nothing. Doesn't mean my stomach didn't have ten million butterflies in it though. "Why weren't you in Calc?"

I opened my mouth, only to have my eyes drawn to Chloe's lips where her tongue was slowly moving over them. "I. Um. I-I-I. Um. What?" Fiery heat took over my face as I saw Chloe's teasing eyes. Of course she was doing this on purpose. Chloe giggled, Repeating her question. "Oh, I um slept in." I winced, "All the way to our seventh hour Calc class."

Besides her eyes narrowing, Chloe didn't call me out on the obvious lie. "Must've been tired," I chuckled nervously. "Anyway, Mrs. Jenner taught some new shit that was literally rocket science, and she said we're having a quiz over it tomorrow. I need you."

I gulped. I'm pretty sure there was enough sexual tension in those three words to make even innocent Aubrey suspicious. "You don't have any plans?"

"Nope," she quickly answered. "Also my dad is in New York for his book tour, and mom is in LA for a meeting. You're staying the night; that way it will just be you and I all night. Alone." With the end of each sentence Chloe got closer until suddenly all I could see was the blue of her eyes. Right when I thought she was about to kiss me in front of everyone, She backed away. "Doing Calc, of course. See ya at five." She breathed over my shoulder, strutting away.

Aubrey waited until Chloe was far enough away before she got in my space. "You better not try anything! The last thing we need is Chloe becoming a freak like you!" I ignored Aubrey's weak remark and shoulder check. The only thing my mind could focus on was the fact that I would be alone with Chloe at her house.

And apparently I was staying the night.

Pretty short so I apologize for that. Hopefully I can get the next chapter out faster.

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