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Rumors- Chapter 4: It All Started With a Kiss
"What the fuck does this even mean!?" Beca yelled out loud in a frustrated tone, violently clutching the top of her hair with both hands. After school, Beca decided that she would get an early start on her homework proven that if she goes out tonight with Stacie,who is notorious for staying out longer than intended ALSO, drinking more than her body can handle, homework would be the last thing Beca gets done.
It has been only an hour but in that hour, Beca has accomplished absolutely nothing with her anatomy homework. She cautiously copied every note that Chloe had written in her binder and even took pictures of the diagrams that were included. Even with that, Beca was as hopeless as hopeless got.
Like seriously, who cares what happens in our muscles? All fucking six hundred and forty muscles. If they work, they work. That's all we should really need to know about them; not this sliding filament theory and other useless chemicals Beca can't even pronounce.
Acetylcholine for example. Who even came up with that?
Releasing a heavy sigh, Beca stood up from her desk to walk her way to Stacie's room knowing her friend was a mad scientist but stopped when bright pink writing came into Beca's sight.
Deciding to sit back down, Beca moved her anatomy books over to the side so Chloe's notebook was in plain sight.
Chloe Beale 3
(7xx)-453-3536
Beca contemplated long and hard while reading those obnoxiously bright numbers.
"She did say to text her if I needed any help." Beca thought to herself. She was glancing back and forth between the girl's number and the homework she currently didn't even put a dent into. "Would it be desperate if I asked for help? What if she gets annoyed and changes her number or something, regretting even giving me her number?!" Her mind was going to the worse possible scenarios and definitely not helping the situation one bit. There wouldn't be anything wrong if she casually just asked a question. It's not like Chloe just gave Beca her number so she could stare at in on her notebook. Chloe wanted Beca to text her. If she hadn't, she would've avoided the fluorescent pink pen that burns Beca's retinas (One thing she learned from anatomy).
Right?
There was even a heart by her name!
Beca whipped out her phone from her pocket, dialing the number that was written on the notebook and put it into her contacts list. Typing in 'redheaded choir girl' as the name for the number, she clicked on the message button and began typing.
Beca Mitchell [14:02]: Hey
She reread the message multiple times even if it was a generic, one worded greeting. Tapping on the send button, Beca released a heavy breath she didn't even realize she was holding in and placed her phone on her desk. In the meantime, she decided to attempt to continue with her homework until the redhead texted her back.
Eight minutes have gone by and Beca would be lying if she said she wasn't feeling anxious. Chloe has still yet to reply and it sent Beca's mind into overload of nonsense, processing everything that could go wrong, to go wrong. Usually, Beca didn't care how long a person took to text back unless it was urgent. She always thought it was annoying when people would double text you the same message as if you magically didn't receive the first one. It didn't matter if you were busy. If you were not answering message in a certain amount of time, that regarded in a call to the police saying you were dead; or those annoying fucking double text.
Jumping at the vibration from her phone on her table, she hurried to unlock the device.
Redhead Choir Girl [14:10]: Who is this?
Beca let out a long, aggressive groan, mentally slapping herself in the face because she forgot to say her name in the first message.
Beca Mitchell [14:11]: Beca Mitchell
Jesus am I auditioning for the talent show?! Did she really have to know my full name?
Beca Mitchell [14:11]: Aka, New girl. I don't really know how many Becas' you have met but, I'm in your anatomy class and also choir. I moved here from Portland Oregon if you don't remember.
Beca sent the other text immediately after her first.
The scale was literally ranging from zero, to Beca Mitchell on how awkward you can get.
God, this is so embarrassing! Beca slammed her phone onto the stack of books. She threw her head on top of her desk and a loud 'thump' echoed the room when her forehead connected to the table.
Almost instantly, her phone vibrated again. Lifting up her head and picking up her phone, she read the message.
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:12 PM]: You wanna give me your address and social too while you're at it? ;)
Oh my god there's an emoji….that means I'm in the clear right?
Beca Mitchell [3:13 PM]: Ehhh, I don't really give personal information out to strangers.
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:14 PM]: Darn, I guess we will have to change that :)
Beca's mouth curved into a faint grin reading the last message Chloe sent. No matter how awkward Beca could be, Chloe would always smooth out the tension on the tiny brunette.
That or, she felt incredibly bad for the socially awkward girl.
Beca Mitchell [3:15 PM]: I guess so! Hey listen, I have a few questions about the homework. One regarding why the fuck do all these proteins sound the same?
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:16 PM]: If you're talking about acetylcholine, choline, acetate, pyruvate, and glucose than, those aren't proteins ;) They are in fact neurotransmitters… except for glucose, that's a main source for energy.
"What?" Beca muttered to herself, hitting an all time high with confusion.
Beca Mitchell [3:17 PM]: ….
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:17 PM]: Lol! Listen, go to the website where we turn in all our assignments and homework and click on the button that says interact. It will pull up a web of options such as quizzes, tests, flashcards, diagrams etc. I use those to help me study and could be good for you to use as well :)
Beca did as she was told and logged into her laptop. Making it into the database, she followed Chloe's instructions and sure enough, everything that Beca needed was there. Even future chapters were listed already for students to study.
Beca smiled down at her phone, feeling like a thousand pounds of stress just got lifted from her shoulders
Beca Mitchell [3:22 PM]: Wow Red. You got the good stuff ;)
She decided to get a little cocky with the conversation and threw in a winky face.
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:23 PM]: Oh, there's lots more where that came from ;)
The phone slipped right out from Beca's hands and into the carpet next to her feet. She didn't know if she was being delusional or just making a simple emoji mean more than it actually was but,
Is Chloe Beale….. flirting with me?
Her thoughts were interrupted as the phone on the floor vibrated again. Picking it up, she read the next message.
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:23 PM]: That will keep you set until we find a time where I can tutor you. No ifs or buts. I'm the best in town so my schedule gets a little busy. Don't want you to be put on a waiting list ;)
There is no way that isn't flirting…Am I looking too much into this?!
Beca Mitchell [3:24 PM]: Is that so?
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:25 PM]: Mhmm :) We can exchange schedules tomorrow!
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:25 PM]: Are you coming to the game and bonfire tonight?
Beca Mitchell [3:26 PM]: I think I will make an appearance
Playing hard to get… PERFECT.
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:27 PM]: Yay! :) I guess I'll see you tonight then! :)
Redheaded Choir Girl [3:27 PM]: Get your homework done, Miss Mitchell!
Laughing out loud, Beca shut her phone off and place the device back onto her desk.
Chloe Beale was and IS going to be the death of her someday.
With all of the extra diagrams and labels Chloe showed her through this website, she was able to finish her homework in an hour. It made things a hell of alot easier and without it, Beca would probably still be on question one.
Closing her binder and reorganizing her desk, she glanced over at the clock to see what time it was. It was only five thirty so it gave Beca an hour and half until her and Stacie had to go to the football game.
Stacie has been MIA since they got home, not even making herself present in Beca's room to bother the shit out of her. Beca honestly kind of missed her annoying, leggy friend.
Beca stretched out her body, cracking several joints in her tiny figure due to sitting down at her desk for ages and made her way down the hallway to Stacie's room. When she got there, she noticed that the door was shut.
Knocking on the door when she got there, she waited patiently for her friend to let her in. After quite some time, the door was still closed and Beca was still in the hallway.
"Stace!" Beca yelled, hoping her friend would hear her but still got no response. "Hide all your junk and remove your hands from wherever they are because, I'm coming in!"
She reached up for the handle and swung the door open. Walking in with one eye closed and her hand draped over the other, she noticed that still there want anyone present in the room. There was music playing from Stacie's radio in the bathroom and Beca could hear the bathtub water running.
Beca cautiously walked over to the bathroom door and decided to knock on this one before she enters. Who knows what she could see going into the bathroom with a wild Stacie Conrad inside.
"Come in!" Stacie's voice was muffled and hard to hear since the water from the bathtub's faucet was booming through the bathroom.
Beca reached for the handle and walked into the bathroom where her leggy friend was hunched over the side of the tub, rinsing black dye out from her hair.
"What are you doing?" Beca asked curiously. She moved herself more inside the bathroom and peeked over the girl's back to get a full view of the bath tub. "Jesus, it looks like a squid exploded in here." Beca heard Stacie cough up a sarcastic laugh while managing to flip her off with her inked up hand. "You dyeing your hair?"
"Nooooo...there's just black dye coming from my head and I'm leaning over the side of the tub for no apparent reason."
Beca snickered, pulling the top of the toilet seat down so she could sit. Stacie turned the dial on the tub off and reached for a towel on the rack, wrapping up her newly darkened hair so it could dry.
"I'm really proud that my sarcasm has changed you." Stacie stood up from her position and turned her body towards Beca's direction. "It's for the better." For the second time in two minutes, Stacie flipped off Beca while walking to the sink and plugging in her hair dryer.
"I've decided to go black. It's sexy, I'm sexy. It's dark and seductive, I'm dark and seductive. Overall it was inevitable that I changed my hair color," Stacie thoroughly explained, leaving Beca to process what she just said. "Think Aubrey will like it?"
"Ohh! This whole image changing thing is about a certain blonde?" Beca smirked and Stacie caught it in the mirror she was standing in front of. Stacie slowly raised a hand, avoiding eye contact from Beca and mouthed the word 'guilty' into the mirror
She knew that Stacie had the total hots for this girl but changing her looks? That was only something the girl did when she was one hundred percent gaga about a certain person.
"No it's for myself. I wanted to start new you know? New school, new people. Aubrey liking my hair is a total bonus…. which she will."
"Over confident suits you so well," Beca joked, pulling out her phone from her pocket. "Have you been getting a lot of friend requests and followers lately?" she asked when she noticed all of her notifications were starting to pile up.
"Yeah tons. I swear, half of football started following me on Instagram, the whole swim team and a good chunk of baseball team. I haven't even seen most of them around school."
"Yeah same," Beca agreed. She was scrolling down her Instagram followers and smiled when she saw the name 'Chloe Beale' under that list. Returning the follow and casually stalking her pictures for a bit (God, she is so fucking perfect,) she continued back to her notifications until a certain name caught her eye. "Your boy Manny even followed me."
"First of all, just cause we made out doesn't mean he's my 'boy'" Stacid tried her best to sound offended while smiling. "OH!" Beca jumped at the raise in volume in her friend's voice. "Speaking of the gram, we didn't post a back to school picture."
Stacie frowned in the mirror, taking off the towel on her head to show the newly black, damped hair. Before Beca could even reply, Stacie left the bathroom and came back seconds later with her phone in her hand.
"Come here," Stacie demanded. She turned on her phone and loaded up her camera before she gestured for Beca to stand right next to her.. Beca rolled her eyes and ignored her command until Stacie whined like she was a two year old in a candy shop who just got told 'no' to buying their favorite candy.
"Come here Beca! Instead of a before school picture we could do an after school one!"
"First of all, I look like shit and second, yeah….that's not a thing." Even with her complaining, she stood up from the seat and made her way over to the mirror where Stacie was standing.
"You're wearing a tank top and athletic shorts. You do not look like shit! Plus these guys-" Stacie pinched the top border of Beca's tank top and with a simple tug, it violently snapped the elastic back onto Beca's boobs. Yelping at the impact, Beca rubbed the top of her chest where it was seconds away from forming a red line, "-look fantastic. We are taking a picture." Stacie flipped her phone back on and pointed it to the mirror, ready to snap the picture of the duo.
Like always, Beca had the usual 'roll of the eyes' look while Stacie stuck out her tongue, giving the 'peace sign' with one hip tilted higher than the other. Stacie was wearing a black sports bra and shorts, showing off her incredibly toned and tan stomach. Her hair was black, wet and she had no makeup on but still managed to look like a Victoria's secret model. Beca was simple and had her's up in a messy bun.
Overall, it was the prime example of what they look like after school.
Reviewing the photo, Stacie squealed in satisfaction and was on her way to uploading it to Instagram. She captioned the picture 'After school has us like…' and used the emoji with the x's as eyes and a bomb next to the face. Immediately, Beca got the notification that she was tagged in a photo by Stacie Conrad and proceeded her way to like it.
She'd be lying if she said that it wasn't a cute photo of them. Damn Stacie and her great photo genics.
"Alright-" The tall, newly black haired girl placed her phone down on the sink and reached for her hair dryer. "-go get ready! We have an hour till the game starts but I want to get some food before hand."
Nodding her head, Beca left the bathroom and instantly heard the sound of the hair dryer. She made her way back to her room and felt her phone vibrating in her pocket continually. She took it out and noticed that all of her notifications were from instagram. Stacie's photo of them already had thirty plus 'likes' and it only has been five minutes since she posted it. Even for Stacie and her popular self, that was record breaking.
Multiple of the comments were from the football team at Barden simply saying,
"Dayummmm!"
"You guys are fine!"
Or Beca's personal favorite,
"Beca and Stacie are total baddies (heart eye emoji)"
What does that even mean!? And why are these comments only from guys?!
Deciding not to look into it as much (even though it was weird as shit), she plugged her phone into her charger and grabbed her bathroom supplies to take a shower.
Chloe flipped herself onto her bed after taking a shower, feeling clean and refreshed since cheer practice today was a tough one.
She has been on the cheer team since her freshman year and pretty much joined because of her best friend Aubrey. When she moved to Atlanta from Tennessee, she had no one to talk to but that changed when she met Aubrey in choir her freshman year. Together, they blew the teacher away with their vocals and became best friends ever since. Aubrey was even the one to introduce the redhead to Tom when she decided to try out for Barden's cheer team.
Tom was nice and really, her treated Chloe….adequate. He wasn't like prince charming material and was a little immature about most things but, Chloe loved him.
What she didn't love was that girls basically threw their bodies at Tom every chance they got and him claiming that it was them, not him. Junior year, Chloe caught Tom cheating on her with some bimbo off the cheer squad but been the forgiving soul that she was and listening to his constant apologies and taking the gifts her got her, she took him back. Aubrey's view towards Tom since then has changed to 'mutual friend' to, 'I fucking hate you with all my guts.'
Chloe pulled up her conversation with Tom, wishing him good luck at his game before switching over to instagram so she could review her feed.
A wide smile grew on her face when a notification popped up on her phone reading, 'Beca Mitchell started following you."
She didn't know what it was but, she was highly keen to this girl. When she gave Beca her number, it was embarrassing how impatient she was when the brunette didn't text her already.
Beca wasn't like anyone Chloe has met before. She was moody and distant. Quiet and very awkward but even those made the girl adorably attractive. Chloe has always admired other girl's physique and looks and openly came out as bi-sexual to her friends and family. There wasn't any lie when she was face to face with that tiny brunette and was attracted to her from the start.
Chloe clicked her way onto Beca's profile and giggled when she saw that the brunette had a total of five pictures. Even her bio was bland and boring. You need to give your followers more than your name and where you're from.
With the lack of photos, Chloe was dying to see more of the girl's face. Clicking on the 'tagged photos' tab, she noticed all of her photos were mostly from Stacie. She decided to look at the most recent photo of the two and her eyes immediately glanced down to Stacie's physic.
How can someone look that hot without any makeup on...and look at her abs!? Chloe read the comments posted on the photo and cringed instantly at the desperate comments guys were posting. Flicking out of that photo, she clicked on a few more pictures of the couple and felt a twist of jealousy in her gut while looking at them.
Each photo was disgustingly cute and in one, Stacie managed to get the tiny brunette to smile. The photo looked like one of Beca's basketball games and Stacie's eyes were bloodshot so she assumed she had previously been crying. Beca in one hand was holding onto a trophy and flowers and in with her other, she had it wrapped tightly around Stacie's neck, sporting the biggest grin Chloe has ever managed to see. Stacie had to squat a little so Beca could reach but overall, the picture was adorable and truthfully, together they were adorable.
Chloe shouldn't be jealous. She had Tom and she was happy with Tom. He never took cute pictures with Chloe like Stacie did with Beca but, she knew Tom and her were a cute couple. Honestly, she shouldn't even be comparing the two right now.
Sighing heavily, she closed out of her phone and got up from her bed to change into her cheer outfit.
Maybe the game will get her mind off the tiny brunette.
After her shower, Beca pulled out multiple outfits that she wanted to wear to tonight's game and bonfire. Looking up the weather for tonight and it saying it would be cloudy with a slight breeze, she settled on a white and navy blue baseball tee and black skinny jeans. She concluded her outfit with a pair of black and white converse.
Beca applied her eyeliner and changed into her clothes she picked out. Curling her hair into loose curls, she looked at the finish product in her body length mirror.
With a satisfied sigh, she made her way back to Stacie's room so she could wait for her friend until she was finished with getting ready.
Stacie's new look was definitely a head turner. She straightened her hair so it was super shiny and silky and really, all it made Beca want to do was rub her face against it. The black color made her dark blue and brown eyes pop and gave her skin a darker tint with her tan.
As far as outfit wise , she went simple with a black tank top that showed her perfectly formed cleavage and a pair of white skinny jeans that outlined every inch of her long legs.
Stacie Conrad was dressed to impress and ladies and gents, she was hot, hot ,hot.
"Damn, Stacie, you look good! I like the black hair," Beca said admiring the new look her friend added to her image. Stacie was finishing up her make up at her sink but stopped to turn around to smile at Beca.
"Thank you, thank you." Stacie took her eyes and scanned Beca head to toe. "You don't look to bad yourself." Beca rolled her eyes and sat down on Stacie's bed, waiting for her to finish up. "Are you sure we can't date because if you keep looking like that, I won't be able to control myself."Smirking, Stacie turned back around to finish her makeup.
Beca barked out a laugh and stood up when Stacie switched off the light to her bathroom.
"Come on you pervy giraffe. Let's get this show on the road."
The duo stopped at a burger joint before they headed to the game to get something to eat since Stacie was seconds away from eating Beca if she didn't get any food.
Eating their food in Beca's jeep, they drove their way to Barden's stadium.
In conclusion, the game was awful and the football team got their asses kicked by the rival school who was in fact, top in the division. During the game, Beca stepped in gum that was on the bleachers and split her soda due to some crazy, monkey as a fan running into her from behind. Even with Stacie howling in laughter when she experienced all of these things, it didn't make Beca feel any less pissed off at the situations.
The weather also lied and got super cold super fast but thank god Beca thought ahead when she brought an extra jacket from home.
During halftime, Beca was curious to why she hasn't seen Chloe at the game when she specifically told her she was going to be there. They came to this game to talk to Chloe and Aubrey but couldn't when they saw the redhead and blonde jog their way across the football stadium in their cheerleading uniform. Seeing Chloe in a short skirt and spandex was literally the only thing that kept Beca from strangling herself. The girl was bionic when it came to activities She wonders what else the redhead was keeping secret.
Watching the cheerleaders run off the field when the fourth quarter ended, she decided to shoot the redhead a playful text.
Beca Mitchell [9:13]: Didn't peg you as a cheerleader Red ;)
She didn't know where the amount of emojis came since she hated using them. She thought they were pointless and too much of a hassle when typing a message. Stacie would always complain to Beca and say she was a boring texter but honestly, Beca just hated texting.
Surprisingly, her phone vibrated quicker than she anticipated.
Redheaded Choir Girl [9:15]: I told yah Becs. I'm full of secrets ;)
Beca smiled dorky at the message and received a smack in the arm by her friend next to her.
"Who are you texting?" Stacie asked, mildly offended that Beca wasn't even listening to her when she talked. Beca didn't even get the chance to answer before her phone was swiped out of her hand and into Stacie's. "Redheaded choir girl…." Stacie read out loud. She scrunched her face in confusion until something in her mind rang a bell. "You're texting Chloe!"
"No…" Beca adverted her eyes from Stacie's, trying to make a lie sound like the truth. Stacie smacked her in the arm again, this time harder and Beca winced in pain. "oww! Dude, stop!"
"How many other redheaded choir girls do you know?! It's Chloe don't lie."
"Oh fine!" Beca admitted in defeat. " It's Chloe but it's no big deal." Stacie smiled in triumph and handed over Beca's phone.
"Ask her for Aubrey's number and then, give it to me."
"She has boyfriend. Jesse I might add but even then, I think you'd be able to win her over."
Beca looked down at her phone and saw that Chloe texted back a while ago.
Redheaded Choir Girl [9:15]: I also saw you spill your soda… clumsy much ;)
Beca Mitchell [9:20]: Damn. I thought I didn't make it obvious…
"Aubrey is a choir girl. You should join Stace," Beca suggested while tucking her phone in her jacket's pocket.
Stacie scoffed dramatically and rolled her eyes, "I don't sing Beca."
"Yes you do! You've done vocals for my mixes before. It's during eighth period and since you have that hour off, you could easily join. I guess there were more people joined that didn't show up today but still, the class wasn't packed." Stacie rolled her eyes again, making a face that screamed unamused. "Aubrey is in there. She is a sucker for singers." Beca gently nudged Stacie's arm. "Just come in tomorrow. Gail I'm sure would take you."
Stacie quickly stood up from the bleachers and started walking away from Beca. "I'll think about it," she yelled over her shoulder and continued walking down the metal steps. "Come on, Becs. Buy me a cotton candy."
Before she stood up, she pulled out her phone to text the redhead.
Redheaded Choir Girl [9:21]: Where are you at? :)
Beca Mitchell [9:22]: Going down to the concession stand.
The duo made it down to the concession stand, hoping they didn't already close so Beca could get Stacie her cotton candy. Why Stacie didn't buy one herself? No one knows.
The concession stand was in fact, opened but had a line out the door with students. These students weren't the normal Barden airheads Beca and Stacie met today. They were students from Rocky who were Barden's biggest rivals in athletics.
Walking up to the line, they stood behind a group of guys who were staring at the duo creepily.
Beca tried to advert her eyes from their stare but just as she did, she felt a broad arm drape over her shoulder. Discovering it was one of the meat heads from the other school, she turned to Stacie with a panicked look and saw Stacie was in the same situation as she was.
"Hey pretty lady." The man hovered beside Beca's said in a flirty tone. "I have to say one thing and that would be, Barden sucks ass at sports but as far as women, they put every other school to shame." The guys standing behind him hollered and whistled at his comment.
"Not interested," Stacie spoke sternly, snatching off the arm covering her shoulders back to the guy's side. The movement was basically pointless since his arm was back around her shoulders instantly.
When the guys spoke, the stench of beer radiated out of their mouths and into Beca's senses. It was repulsive to be this close to such garbage.
"Come on. Come back to the truck with us," The guy begged into Beca's ear, making her cringe in disgust. "We have some drinks and could make you feel real good. Better than all these other Barden guys."
Before she could yell at the guy to get off of her, Stacie detached herself from the guy's arm and grabbed Beca's hand, intertwining their fingers.
"I told you-" Stacie's voice was sharp but Beca was too confused on the situation to care. "-we are not interested." Leaning down and without warning, Stacie closed the distance between Beca and her, placing a soft but forceful kiss onto the stunned brunette's lips. With the feeling of Stacie's lips on her's and tasting the coconut lipstick Stacie had applied earlier to her lips, her body became paralyzed.
Stacie just kissed her.
Not that usually cheek action she surprises Beca with during school or when she comes back from a long trip and haven't seen each other. No no no. This was lip to lip, full on relationship kiss that couples do.
If it wasn't for the whistling from the newly appeared audience forming around Beca and Stacie, the kiss would've gone on for who knows how long.
Stacie retracted her lips from Beca's, sporting a flirty smirk across her mouth. Beca on the other hand was in shock, eyes gaped wide open and body completely numb from their intimate connection.
"Now," Stacie purred out, directing her attention to the group of guys that were harassing them previously. The boys facial expressions were a mix between 'deer in headlights' and 'I'm so turned on right now I hope it's not noticeable. "I'd really like to leave with my girlfriend and not to be harassed by a group of guys straight girls wouldn't even think were attractive."Pulling a stunned brunette with their still intertwined hands, Stacie maneuvered the two of them through the crowd of students who were currently still whistling and hooting at them.
Beca was snapped out of her shock when she turned her head across the crowd and caught a sight of a familiar pair of cerulean blue eyes.
It was Chloe and Aubrey, standing right in the middle of the crowd they just absorbed, watching Beca and Stacie march their way through the students in their cheerleading uniform. Beside of Aubrey, with one arm wrapped around her waist was Jesse, looking just as aroused as the other teenage boys in the circle.
Chloe gave Beca a sheepish smile from the distance and Beca returned it with a fake, forced grin.
Oh the explaining she was going to have to do.
"Stacie what the Hell was that?!" Beca shrieked when the duo stopped in the empty parking lot right in front of her jeep. "I thought we were going to clear the rumor up not fluff it! Aubrey and Chloe were there and I'm damn sure they saw our spur of the moment lip lock"
Beca was in full on panic mode as she paced through the parking lot with one hand running through her hair.
"Beca calm down!" Stacie grabbed onto the brunette's forearm, halting the pacing so Beca was right in front of her. "It's okay! This thing could be good for us!"
Beca scoffed, rolling her head back towards the sky. "How so Stacie!? I didn't sign up to date my best friend! How are we going to clear this one up now?!"
"Maybe we don't have to." Stacie stated with words full of hope. "You saw Jesse all over Aubrey right?" Beca nodded her head, returning her gaze back into Stacie's eyes. "Well did you see Aubrey? She had so much jealousy flowing through her body that I could feel it from where we were standing. Trust me when I say that. I'm an expert when it comes to these things."
It was one hundred percent true actually. Stacie was like some supernatural psychic when it came to reading a person's current emotions. No matter what, Stacie could always tell by Beca's face if she was happy, sad, angry or irritated. Even without any body language.
"Did you even look at Chloe? She was practically dying on the inside watching you and I." Beca thought back to when she saw Chloe in the crowd. Her face did seem a little altered but Beca just assumed she was upset about the game or something. "We could date… well fake date to make them jealous. Having enough, they'll dump their boyfriends and die to be with us." Beca laughed out loud with this. She was starting to think her friend was delusional. Stacie tightened her grip on Beca's arms. "Seriously Becs. You can't say this rumor didn't have an effect on our popularity. It has been one day and we are the most talked about in school. Especially now after our super sexy kiss sesh." Beca rolled her eyes. Fuck Stacie and her logic. "We don't have to like show a lot of PDA or whatever. Just the hand holding and maybe an occasional peck here and there. Come on Beca this could be the start to something great!"
Beca stared at Stacie's determined eyes and thought long and hard. Maybe she did have a point about the popularity thing because there was no way that wasn't true. But the whole jealousy thing? She couldn't bring herself to believe that quite yet.
It wasn't until Beca flashed back to the image of Tom wrapping his scummy arm all around Chloe and witnessing a disgusting lip lock between the two.
Beca wanted Chloe and maybe Stacie is right when she said that she'll be able to get her with the power of jealousy.
It couldn't hurt plus, the least it could do was not break up Chloe and Tom. Even without the redhead, she would still have a kick ass reputation and live her last year of high school more popular than she ever experienced.
Sighing in defeat, Beca rolled her eyes, gazing back up at Stacie who was wearing a hopeful smile.
"Finneeee," Beca caved and Stacie squealed in excitement. The tall girl released her grip on Beca's arm and jogged her way to Beca's passenger seat.
"Yay! Get your acting face on baby cause we gots a bonfire to attend to!"
It was kinda gross how much boys lived for girl on girl action to be honest.
When Stacie and Beca walked through the forest hand in hand, they automatically received demands to make out and one guy even told Beca to bite Stacie's boob.
It was like they've never seen a lesbian couple before.
The bon fire was actually pretty fun besides that. Tons of students from Barden attended and there was even a band to play music there.
By the time Stacie and Beca got to the bonfire, everyone was plastered. Stacie claimed that they needed to catch up to everyone else so she went to the keg to get Beca a drink.
"Hey celebrity," A voice snuck up behind Beca who was sitting on a log facing the fire. Beca turned her head to the voice and was greeted with the one and only bubbly redhead.
Beca instantly smiled back and scooted over on the log so Chloe could join her.
"Hey, Red. You enjoying yourself?"
Chloe took a seat next to Beca and gently sat her drink on the ground. The girl changed into a pair of jeans and a Barden hoodie and Beca swore she has never seen anything look prettier.
"Oh you know. It's fun and all but I spent most of the night searching for a tiny brunette who was in fact, making out with her girlfriend to even text me back." Chloe smirked at Beca and focused her gaze towards the fire.
Beca was a little taken back by this because it sounded like she was exactly how Stacie described she was going to be.
Jealous.
Deciding to go along with it, "yeah sorry about that. We always get hit on by guys but they don't understand that we are happily in love."
Chloe clenched her jaw, not breaking her gaze from the fire and Beca smirked at this.
"In love? How long have you two been dating?" Chloe asked with a hint of bitterness in her tone.
Shoot! Stacie never mentioned this problem!
"Uhhh-" Beca panicked to think of a reasonable amount of years…. Maybe months? "A while. Even before we moved here." Nice save.
"I see," Chloe hummed, still slightly annoyed and picked up her drink to take a sip. "Well enough about you two-" Chloe giggled and set her drink back down, "-lets talk about us. I wanna spend more time with you." The redhead turned her head to face Beca, sporting a face splitting smile.
Beca's body electrified with excitement and was actually pretty surprised that Stacie's plan was slowing working out in their favors. She turned her head over to the keg where Stacie was to get their drinks and noticed that Aubrey was there as well talking to her with a beaming smile and her hand on Stacie's forearm.
Stacie caught Beca's glance on her and sent a wink to the staring brunette and retracted her attention back on the blonde in front of her.
Also in that amount of time, she noticed that the redhead beside her migrated closer to her body and was basically in Beca's lap, flaunting a beaming grin.
Smirking to herself,
Stacie Conrad is a fucking genius.
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Next chapter we will look into Chloe's view on Beca and Stacie dating.
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