Chapter 9
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Three days. 72 hours. 4320 minutes. 259200 fucking impossibly long, mind destroying seconds where all Aubrey wants to do is put her fist through a wall.
Or Beca's face.
That could work too. Actually, that would be preferable.
It's only been three fucking days since Aubrey and Beca have stated living together, and Aubrey already wants to murder the little fucking alt girl in her sleep. How the fuck can one freaking person be so God damn annoying? Honestly, it's absolutely ridiculous.
Fucking alt girl needs to learn how to clean up after herself too. Now, one wouldn't say that Aubrey has OCD (well, she might, but that's not the point), but she likes to keep things neat, organized, and placed in a logical and practical place in order to avoid confusion and waste time searching for something. Beca however is an absolute pig. She leaves her clothes all over, her desk is a train wreck, and what's worse, she leaves her things on Aubrey's side of the room.
On top of that, Beca spends the majority of her time on that damn computer, playing her music so freaking loud, that Aubrey can hear it through her oversized, gaudy ass headphones. How the hell the hobbit hasn't lost her hearing yet is beyond her.
She also seems to find it incredibly hilarious that Aubrey is a blonde. Every other fucking thing out of Beca's mouth was a blonde joke of some sort. Aubrey's not dumb, thank you very much. She's got fucking Masters' degrees in business, accounting and engineering. She also has a Bachelors in marketing, so she's not dumb. Her hair color has no relation to her level of intelligence thank you very much.
When Beca's not on her computer, she's insulting Aubrey. For some reason, Beca seems to have made it her job to critique Aubrey choice in everything. Sorry if the Dixie Chicks aren't Beca's favorite band or that Aubrey always wakes up at exactly 5:32. Fucking hell if Aubrey cares. The annoying thing is, Beca doesn't complain about Aubrey getting up early. No, instead, she finds it hilarious that Aubrey gets up at the same time every day. Why the fuck should it matter?
But apparently it did, and for Aubrey, the past three days had been a living hell. The only times that she got a break was during meals and her private session. Group sucked, because now, on top of Chloe trying to get her to talk, she had Beca harassing her whenever possible and bringing up her current lifestyle choices. It wasn't her fucking business to go tell people about her. She still wasn't talking in group, not because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to admit weakness to other people.
Also, she was a bit unsure of her self control during group. Honestly, there was a considerable chance that Aubrey's first voluntarily said words would be shouted at the damn hobbit. Yeah ... that probably wouldn't end well. How would her father react if he heard that she lost her temper? That would be absolutely shameful.
Something had to be done and soon though. In all honesty, Aubrey didn't think that she would be able to make it to the end of the week living with Beca.
"'Sup blondie!" Beca said happily as she (finally) got up. "So it ... 8:27 right now, so you've been up for-"
"I am perfectly aware of how long I have been awake." Aubrey snapped. How the hell could someone be so freaking irritating before they even got out of bed was a mystery to her.
"Yo, chill Bree." Beca yawned. "You gotta just relax, take things easy-"
"Don't call me Bree." Aubrey growled. "My name is Au-Bree. It a short name, and I do not see the need to shorten it further."
"See." Beca said as she rolled out of bed. "Y'all need to chill."
"Excuse me for taking my recovery seriously." Aubrey snapped back. Honestly, she wasn't really all that surprised that Beca had been here for so long, if this was her attitude towards things.
"You're excused" Beca smirked. "So, I have a question blondie."
"I swear to God, if this is another blonde joke, I'll murder you in your sleep."
"Ouch threats against my life?"
"Just ask your damn question hobbit." Aubrey barked.
"Oh Hobbit! I like it. A new nickname from my new favorite blonde is great! Can I be-" Beca said happily, completely unfazed by Aubrey's irritated tone.
"-What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want. Beca." Aubrey said, doing her best to keep her anger in check.
"No nickname? That's fine. I see how this is gonna be. I just wanted to know what your favorite color was ..." Beca said.
"Why?" Aubrey asked suspiciously.
"I was just wondering if a blonde's favorite color was glitter!" Beca said innocently.
"BECA FUCKING MITCHELL!" Aubrey yelled. "I swear to God-"
Of course, as Aubrey's luck would have it, at that moment, the nurse, Lara, Aubrey thought her name was, who escorted them to breakfast chose that moment to open the door.
"Ms. Mitchell and Ms. Posen, breakfast is ready. I need to escort you down ... oh dear ... am I interrupting something?" Lara asked, completely unfazed by Aubrey's murderous expression.
"Nope!" Beca said cheerily. "Aubrey and I were just getting to know each other better. Right Bree-Bree?"
"Right." Aubrey said through clenched teeth. Frodo's days were numbered now. Who in their right mind would call Aubrey Posen 'Bree-Bree'? Oh wait, right, they were in an asylum. So, no one here was in their right mind. However, details like that were inconsequential at the moment. How fucking dare Beca call Aubrey 'Bree-Bree'?
"Well then, after you ladies." Lara said in her usual overly happy voice.
Yeah, Aubrey wasn't going to last too much longer if this was how things were going to be. Something had to give soon, before Aubrey's self control did.
Thankfully breakfast passed without incident, and Aubrey was finally able to relax a bit and pretend that she didn't have a roommate that she wanted to kill. Every so often, Beca would glance over to her, but she said nothing, and Aubrey was able to ignore her. Unfortunately, the group session immediately followed breakfast.
"Alright gals." Chloe said happily once everyone was seated. "Let's get started! Anyone want to start?"
As usual, Fat Amy shot straight up before anyone else's.
"So twiggies." Fat Amy began, not even waiting for her cue to start. "I just got the most AMAZING idea in the history of amazing ideas."
"That's great." Chloe said, used to Amy's usual outbursts. "Whatcha got for us today?"
"Well, after Beca over there punched out Ms. Stick-Up-Her-Ass Knapp, I got this absolutely brilliant idea. We should totally have a boxing team here!" Amy said happily.
"Umm ..." Chloe said. "I don't exactly think that we could do that. Boxing isn't exactly the best thing for some of the more aggressive patients."
"Oh boo!" Amy pouted. "What about Tasmanian alligator boxing?"
"I don't know what that is." Chloe said. "But I don't think that would be an advisable thing either. Anyone else got something?"
"Oh I do!" Stacie said, hand shooting up.
"Alright Stace." Chloe smiled. "Just keep it PG. Okay?"
"Well you're no fun!" Stacie huffed. "But no, what I was going to say wasn't bad ... at least I don't think it was. But anyway, I was wondering since the inspector isn't going to come back, could we like reinstate the whole concert thing idea?"
"Oh my gosh! That's a great idea!" Chloe said happily. "I think we totally could. Let me just run it by Kendrick, and then we'd be a go!"
"No need to do so." Director Kendrick said, as she strode into the meeting room. "I will give you my approval right now, provided that whatever the songs, etc will not be inappropriate (based off of my judgement), there are no pyrotechnics, no fight scenes where someone could get seriously injured, or any other events, props, costumes, etcetera that I would not approve of."
"Party pooper!" Fat Amy shouted, clearly upset by Director Kendrick's limitations. "Pyrotechnics are a NECESSITY for a good concert. Plus I'm the best pyrotechnic in Tasmania with hair."
"I'm sorry, Fat Amy." Director Kendrick said. "However, I do NOT need a repeat of last year's firework debacle."
"That was an accident!" Fat Amy exclaimed. "How was I supposed to know that setting off a bottle rocket indoors could start a fire?!I mean, nothing bad would have happened if the damn rocket hadn't gotten stuck in the rafters."
"Your fault or not, I cannot allow such a thing to happen again." Director Kendrick said sternly. "No fireworks, and that's final, understood?"
"Fiiiiiiiiiine." Amy huffed, glaring at Director Kendrick.
"So I have a theme for this ..." Stacie said, interrupting Director Kendrick and Amy's stare off. "...wait ... are we doing themes?"
"I guess so..." Chloe said, thinking. "How about everyone gives us a theme, and then we can all vote?"
As everyone murmured, or in Fat Amy's case, shouted their approval, Chloe got out slips of paper and pencils for everyone to write down their ideas.
"So K-dog" Cynthia Rose asked. "Whatcha doin down here? Don't you have some office shit to do?"
"Actually I do not have any current paperwork." Director Kendrick replied. "I simply came down here to check on everyone's progress."
"Well." Beca said, finally speaking up. "Everyone except for Aubrey over there is doing great."
In her seat, Aubrey was seething that Beca would have the nerve to say something like this; however, she wisely chose to instead remain silent. However, that didn't mean that she wasn't shooting Beca death glares from her seat. If looks could kill, Beca would have already been six feet under a long time ago.
"Is that true?" Director Kendrick asked Chloe, ignoring Beca and Aubrey.
"No, not at all!" Chloe said quickly. "Aubrey's made great progress, just not so much in the group session. However, I think that this isn't exactly something that we should be talking about right now."
"Very well." Director Kendrick said,. "I think that I have said all that I needed to. I shall take my leave now."
"Bye Brit!"
"Later K!"
"THE ALLIGATORS PROTEST YOUR RESTRICTIONS!"
"Bye babe!"
"I set fires to feel joy"
Came the chorus of goodbyes, or in Lily's case, whispered threats. With that said, Director Kendrick left the room, the door closing with a soft thud behind her.
"So I know that we had a minor distraction, but has everyone come up with their themes yet?" Chloe ask, once Director Kendrick had left.
"I've got a question." Stacie asked, a thoughtful look on her face.
"What's up Stace?" Chloe said.
"Would a strip club theme be considered inappropriate?"
"No fucking duh, Stacie." Beca said, rolling her eyes.
"You don't need to be so rude!" Stacie snapped. "I was just asking!"
"Alright people, back on track." Chloe said. "And yes Stacie, a strip club theme would be inappropriate. A club theme might be alright though ..."
"Oi, I got a great theme!" Fat Amy yelled. We should have a Tasmanian Tribal Ritualistic Sacrifice theme."
"Umm ... how about we vote, and then we'll figure out what theme we'll have, alright?" Chloe said, wincing slightly at Amy's suggestion. God only knows what a Tasmanian Tribal Ritualistic Sacrifice theme would be like.
As everyone passed in their slips of paper, Chloe noticed that a certain blonde didn't pass in anything.
"Aubrey?" Chloe asked gently. "Don't you have a theme suggestion?"
"No." Aubrey replied simply. However, seeing Chloe's expectant face, Aubrey realized that she was expected to elaborate. "I just think that this entire thing is pointless. Like the inspector said, this is a waste of time, and instead of wasting our time and efforts into this, we should be focusing on the true task at hand."
Aubrey could hear the collective gasps of everyone upon hearing her speak; however, she couldn't bring herself to care. After all, what would her father say about such a thing? Her behavior had been nothing but shameful for the past few months, and now she had to rectify this. She had too.
"Oh, well then ..." Chloe said, clearly at a loss for what to say. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your perspective) Beca jumped in.
"Oh, so it's pointless for us to do something that might take our minds off of our own personal fuck-ups for a bit and just try and have some fun?"
"Yes, it is." Aubrey said, raising her eyebrow. How the little hobbit didn't realize this was beyond Aubrey. She basically highlighted the problem in her own statement, and yet still questioned her.
"Really?" Beca chuckled. "Because the way I see it, it is providing us with a chance to deal with our problem in a constructive manner, while also allowing us to have something to hold onto, something that we can focus on when we're focus too much on our own flaws to even think about fixing them."
"Really?" Aubrey asked this time. "Is that how you see this? Because the way that I see things, this is a complete waste of time. We need to be focusing on our own problems. One can never be too focused on what one needs to improve. Such lax standards as the ones that you impose upon yourself leaves little to wonder as to why you are still here after all this time."
"Excuse me?" Beca shouted, doing her best to try and keep herself in check. "You don't know anything about me! Don't fucking stand there and pretend that you do either."
"I'm not pretending anything Beca." Aubrey said flippantly. "However, I do know that it shouldn't take YEARS for someone to get over themselves. Fuck, the only reason that I'm still here is because of a court order!"
"Oh right, little Miss Whore!" Beca growled. "Miss Perfect-"
"-FUCK YOU BECA!" Aubrey shouted, her composure gone, now replaced with seething anger. "HOW DARE YOU? YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT-"
"-I FUCKING KNOW!" Beca shouted back. "AND YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Throughout this entire exchange, everyone in the room had been silently watching this tennis match of words. To say that Aubrey's words hurt them too would be quite accurate. They all agreed with Beca that a concert or something of that sort would be fun; however, every word that Aubrey said struck some nerve or another. Everything that Aubrey said resonated with them.
No one in the room had been in Barden for less than a year, and the way that Aubrey attacked them, indirectly or not, made them all question their 'progress', their life, everything. However, finally, Chloe snapped out of her stupor and stepped in.
"Hey, guys come on. There's no need to fight." Chloe chided gently.
"Fuck off, Chloe!" Beca snapped.
"Hey, no need for that. Why don't we all just calm down and finish up this session." Chloe said gently, still trying to pacify everyone without having to call in security.
"I am fucking calm. I'd be a lot better though if little Miss Perfect wasn't such an ass!" Beca growled.
"Hey, I didn't start this!" Aubrey yelled back. "If I do recall, it was you who started this bullshit!"
"Oh really?" Beca snapped, her eyes almost black with anger. "Because as I remem-"
"-GUYS!" Chloe yelled. "Calm the fuck down okay? You're both mad, you're both stubborn, we get it! So why don't both of you just go sit in your corners, calm down, and then when you're ready to be big girls, we can have a nice rational discussion. Okay?"
Too stunned to do anything else, Aubrey and Beca just nodded.
"Awesome!" Chloe said happily, satisfied by both of the girls answer. "So let's get back to things, okay?"
With both girls at least stunned into silence for the moment, the group session was able to go back to an uneasy conversation about the upcoming concert. However, though either Beca or Aubrey said anything, the glares that they were shooting out were enough to even have Amy uncomfortable.
Chloe prattled on, doing her best to try and salvage the session, however, it was to no avail. The damage was already done. Mercifully, Chloe ended the session early, extracting promises from everyone that they would think about things for the concert and to come back tomorrow.
'As if they had a choice in that'. Aubrey scoffed. As if they had a choice about anything here. As everyone shuffled out of the room, Aubrey heard Chloe call Beca's name, requesting her to stay behind.
'HA! Little alt-'
"Aubrey? Could you stay too?" Chloe called just as Aubrey was walking out the door. 'Dammit'.
"Yes Chloe?" Aubrey asked, plastering a fake smile on her face. She could be civil for a minute. A MINUTE. Let's stress that. Beca had a way of getting under Aubrey's skin like no other.
'What would Father say about that?' Aubrey thought to herself. 'You're a disgrace.'
"So girls." Chloe began. "I noticed that the two of you were both rather quick to start a fight. Is everything alright?"
"Everything is fine." Aubrey said. "Beca and I had some minor problems before it clouded my judgement today. I cannot speak for Beca; however, I can promise that I will not allow something like this ever happen again. I was childish, immature, and acted in a completely inappropriate manner. I'm very sorry for disrupting your session."
"Bullshit." Beca said simply before Chloe had a chance to respond.
"Pardon me?" Aubrey asked calmly. She would not have a repeat of what just happened.
"I said bullshit." Beca replied. "Everything you just said was absolute bullshit."
"I am speaking for myself. Everything I just said, I meant Beca" Aubrey said primly. "I will not allow myself to act in such a way again. I now apologize to you for my words and actions. Could we please just-"
"-BULLSHIT!" Beca roared angrily. "Stop being such smug little bitch, and stop bullshitting! EVERYTHING ISN'T FINE! I know this and-"
"-Beca!" Aubrey barked sharply. "I will not allow you to do this again. It's-"
"-Oh, you won't ALLOW me to start this again!" Beca snapped. "SOOOORRY miss. I forgot that you were in charge-"
"-BECA!" Aubrey yelled. Damn hobbit really wanted to do this? Fine. There was a reason that Aubrey was left alone through out college. She had a wicked tongue {not like that perverts!} when she wanted to, and her words alone were enough to send many running for the hills.
"I will repeat myself one last time, seeing that I am dealing with such a simple minded person. I. Will. Not. Lose. Control. Again. I am not speaking for you Beca, God knows that no one could do such a thing, but for myself. You and your snarky attitude, abandonment issues, anger problems, bad ass persona, all of it, I can see right through. And honestly, behind all of it, you're absolutely pathetic. Especially with the little front that you have put up. YOU. ARE. PATHETIC. Honestly, I feel bad for you. If you weren't here, where would you be, huh? In jail? On the streets? You're a waste of-"
"-ENOUGH!" Chloe barked. "Aubrey, that's enough. Beca? Beca?"
Chloe turned to speak to Beca, however, she was nowhere to be seen.
"Shit ... Aubrey, go back to your dorm, no private session today."
"Very well." Aubrey said. "But-"
"Just! Just go." Chloe said, already running towards the door.
Aubrey shrugged and turned towards the door to head back to the dorm. She felt no remorse for anything she said to Beca. Why should she? After all, if it was a war Beca wanted, it was a war she would receive.
Aubrey was a Posen, and Posens never EVER took anyone's shit. They could dish it out better than any other, and Aubrey's put people far worse than Beca Mitchell in their place. Survival 101. Never mess with a Posen and expect to win. Posens ALWAYS win. Always.
However, despite this, as Aubrey stormed back to her dorm, she felt an odd tug in her chest.
Brushing this off, Aubrey continued, but somewhere, in the far recesses of her mind, she knew that what she said was far beyond what the situation called for... however, Aubrey found it easy enough to push these thoughts out of her head as she rounded the corner. For God's sake, she was Aubrey Fucking Posen.
You don't mess with her.
Four and a half hours later, Beca entered the dorm room. As she opened her mouth to say something, Aubrey cut her off.
"Don't." Aubrey said sharply. "I don't care for what you have to say, be it an apology, or an insult. I will not apologize, and I will not expect you to. My court ordered re-evaluation is in three months. I believe that with limited contact and only the bare minimum of conversation, we should both be able to part on at least civil terms. Can you agree to this?"
Beca paused, slightly shocked at the blonde's abrupt speech.
"Yeah, sure." Beca said after a moment.
"Excellent." Aubrey replied, satisfied with Beca's answer. However, in the pit of her stomach, she felt the twinge of something ... odd. She should be happy that Beca agreed to her proposal so quickly, however, she found that she wasn't.
'What's wrong with you?!' Aubrey mentally scolded herself. 'Pull yourself together. You're a fucking disgrace to your family. A bum off the street could make a better Posen then you. You're weak, useless, inefficient, distracted and pathetic. Start focusing on the mission for once, and then maybe you'll actually do something right.'
"Hey Bree?" Beca asked quietly, shaking Aubrey out of her own head.
"Please refrain from calling me Bree. I do not like nicknames." Aubrey replied, not unkindly. She could be civil for a few months.
"Sorry Aubrey." Beca said nervously. "Umm, I just ... this is stupid and all."
"Beca, if there is something that you need to tell me, then, please, tell me now." Aubrey said, cutting Beca's ramblings short. "I do not have time to just dilly-dally. I have things to do."
"Right." Beca said. "Sorry about that, you see, its just, well-"
"-Beca." Aubrey said sharply. However, in all honesty, this flustered Beca was rather amusing. It was highly amusing to see the self proclaimed bad ass so nervous."
"Right." Beca said taking a breath to compose herself. "I was just wondering why you were here. You don't have to answer or anything, but it's kinda of just what how everyone knows each other here. I also think that it's not quite fair that you know I have anger issue, and I know nothing about you. Wait ... how did you know I had anger management issues?"
"First." Aubrey said, amused by Beca's state. "I'd rather not say why I am here. Second, I actually didn't know about your anger management issues, though you did just confirm your suspicions. To answer the upcoming question, how did I guess? I studied psychology as a minor back in college. The breathing exercises that you were doing during our little argument were coping techniques outlined in my class."
"Oh ..." Beca said, taking a minute to process everything she just heard. "Right, well I also wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier, I was childish and I'm sorry."
"Did Chloe make you say that?" Aubrey asked amused by Beca's apology. It sounded quite rehearsed to her.
"Maybe ..." Beca said sheepishly. "But I AM actually sorry. Can we just forget this incident for the rest of your stay? You're right that we should at least be on civil terms while we room together."
"You're forgiven." Aubrey replied simply. "Was that all you had to say?"
Beca paused for a moment as though she was debating whether or not she was going to say something else.
"No..." She sighed. "That's all."
Aubrey arched an eyebrow, but said nothing, though she a bit disappointed that was all Beca had to say. She knew that Beca had something else to say, but why bother pushing her to say anything? It wasn't like she cared. She didn't. Nope. Nuh-uh. She only cared about getting the fuck out of here as fast as humanly possible. She didn't give a hairy rat's ass about her roommate. Nope, not at all.
But this new Beca was kind of nice, Aubrey thought. When Beca's not being an ass or pretending to be a bad ass, she was alright.
Unfortunately, the next morning, whatever mood had possessed Beca last night had disappeared and the old Beca decided to rear her ugly head and return.
"So Posen. I was wondering, why do you just sit around here after you get up? You just sit there for HOURS after you get up and read or whatever it is that you do. Wait, are you like staring at me when you wake up? Because while I know I'm fucking sexy and all, but that's kinda creepy."
"Reign in the ego Mitchell" Aubrey snapped. "You really aren't that great to look at you know. And what I do after I wake up is none of your concern."
"Fuck yeah it is!" Beca exclaimed. "What if you're like the psycho killer type and are plotting how to kill me? I think my concerns are valid, thank you very much."
"I'm not the 'psycho killer type'" Aubrey said, rolling her eyes. Beca was honestly ridiculous sometimes. "I have no intention of killing you unless you continue to leave you debris on my side of the room. However, then it would be because I'm tired of you and you irksome antics rather than a psychotic urge."
"Oh no! I'm SOOOOO sorry." Beca said in mock horror. "I will clean up now before Blondzilla rears her fearsome head and then butchers me in my sleep!"
"Oh, ha ha ha." Aubrey said. "Aren't you hilarious?"
"Oh mother fucking hell yes!" Beca beamed happily. "I'm a mother fucking comedic genius. I'm thinking about having a road show once I get out."
"Sounds like a lovely plan." Aubrey said. "However, I was under the impression that you wanted to be a disc jockey."
"Meh ... I can do both." Beca said, with a shrug.
"As lovely as this has been, I still have some work to do, so if you're done could you please leave me alone?" Aubrey said, irked by how pointless this conversation was.
"WHAT?! You're tired of talking to ME?." Beca said, indignantly. "How could you?! I'm fucking awesome!"
"I'm sure you are" Aubrey said. "But I have things to do, so, why don't you go back to your music and leave me alone?"
"Fine" Beca huffed. "I see how it is. Your law books and whatever it is you read is more interesting than me. Whatever."
Instead of answering, Aubrey just opened her book back up and continued to read, ignoring Beca's stares. She really didn't need the hobbit to distract her. She needed to be in top form when she got out of here.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Beca huff and then swivel around in her chair facing her computer.
'Finally.' Aubrey thought to herself. She could finally get some work done.
You talk too much ... Hey! You over there, I know about your kind. You're like the Independent Network News on Channel 9.
The lyrics of the familiar song blasted out of Beca's computer.
"SERIOUSLY?" Aubrey growled.
"What?" Beca asked, with an overly innocent face. "It's just a song?"
"I don't give a rat's bottom about the song. Play fucking One Direction if you want. Just don't blast it over the speaker."
"OH! I'm sorry." Beca said, faking sincerity. "If I had known you were such a Directioner, I would have put this on sooner."
Now, Aubrey heard the beginning chords of that damn silly pop group's song come through the speakers.
"Beca, turn that fucking racket off, before I make you."
Instead of answering, Beca just began to sing obnoxiously loud with the song.
"EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM CAN SEE IT! EVERYONE ELSE BUT YOU-OO!"
"Fucking hell!" Aubrey grumbled cursed. There really was no point arguing with Beca, was there. With a sigh, Aubrey gathered up her things and left the dorm, slamming the door behind her.
"THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!"
Aubrey sighed, as she walked down the hall to the lounge. Fucking Beca Mitchell. What the hell was she supposed to do for the next 3 months?
Songs used Run DMC you talk too much and One Direction's that's what makes you Beautiful.
BTW, yeah, the nurse was named after you Lara. cxcxcx368, give me a name, and I'll include you too, but I can't really name someone cxcxcx ... or can I? Wait, can I?