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Songs used (Order): Justin Bieber- Sorry, Sam Hunt-Break up in a Small Town and Kenny Chesney- You and Tequila.
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Rumors-Chapter 13:Mitchell's Magic
Grabbing her keys off the counter, Beca strolled outside to her jeep with her Nike bag filled with a change of clothes draped over her shoulder and her basketball shoes in her free hand. Still, she hasn't heard anything back from Chloe regarding the message she sent roughly about forty minutes ago. She keeps her hopes high but at the same time, she keeps them low since the redhead probably wants absolutely nothing to do with her.
The sad thing was that this time yesterday they were fine.
Perfect even.
Throwing her bag into the trunk and hopping into her jeep, she sent a text to Stacie telling her that she was going to the gym with Jesse as well as her dad. Once situated, she made her way to the rec center where Jesse previously told her he was waiting. According to Jesse, this place was like, 'hot chick' central, with college hotties flaunting their bodies around like they own the ground and was a perfect spot to hunt for some prey, his words;not Beca's. Beca really, really thought this delusional, 'Beca is the ultimate lady playa at Barden' hallucination forming in Jesse's brain would go away but boy was she wrong. So wrong.
He even mentioned them being lesbros.
What the fuck does that even mean and is that EVEN a thing?
Turning on her radio and switching functions, she plugged her phone into the aux, pressing shuffle to her music.
You gotta go and get
Angry at all of my honesty
You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies
I hope I don't run out of time, could someone call a referee?
Cause I just need one more shot at forgiveness
First of all, if it was honestly any other time besides right after her fight with Chloe, she'd be absolutely mortified and embarrassed that she had a single Justin Bieber song on her cell phone. Yeah, she wasn't going to lie it was a pretty impressive song-actually okay no, it was a great song; probably Bieber's best but right now, she just couldn't listen to it without being reminded of Chloe.
Not that the song itself reminded her of the redhead but the message and lyrics within the song screamed their entire situation.
Switching songs,
I knew I'd see her around
I'd be at some party, she'd show up and I'd be walking out
Or across some parking lot hiding behind her sister
I'd look up, she'd be at the red light beside me
In that white Maxima with the sticker on the back
I'd act like I didn't see her
"Seriously?" Beca muttered to herself in annoyance as Sam Hunt's voice echoed through the speakers of her Jeep. She had millions and millions of songs on her phone to play, especially on shuffle but seriously? The one country album Chloe downloaded into her phone- against her will, when she stayed over and had dinner with her family just had to play right now? Not only that it was Sam Hunt but of course, it was the one song on his album that talked about a breakup. Ironic?
If Beca wasn't already thinking about Chloe before, she sure as hell was now. Pressing forward on her phone,
Baby, here I am again
Kicking dust in the Canyon wind
Waiting for that sun to go down
Made it up Mulholland Drive
Hell bent on getting high
High above the lights of town
"Oh for fuck sakes!" Beca slammed her hand into her power button, completely silencing the music. There was no point in listening to music if she can't enjoy it without feeling can't even listen to her phone without being reminded of what a complete asshole she is too pretty redheads who drown their music taste in overrated country music and get lied to by awkward brunettes who wear a lot of plaid.
This was just God's way of punishing her.
Kenny Chesney to sly mother fucker.
The rest of the way to the gym, she rode in silence, avoiding all things that would remind her of Chloe which was a lot harder than Beca thought it would be.
For instance, she saw a cop pulling over a car, instantly reminded her of the party where she almost got arrested at trying to make a distraction so Chloe could sneak out.
Saw a billboard sponsoring Sombrero Tequila, couldn't help but get all hot and bothered in memory of the way Chloe took that body shot off of her.
There was even a dog. A fucking dog that reminded Beca of Chloe because it was a cute, little Irish setter dog with the same color fur that matched Chloe's light, auburn hair and was just so happy and friendly to every person that passed by walking on the sidewalk.
It was truly pathetic.
After what felt like a lifetime of unwanted memories, Beca made it to the gym, already seeing Jesse outside of the revolving doors, dribbling a ball in between his legs and listening to music. Her presence wasn't known when she stepped up behind the boy since it seemed like he was way into his music to be aware of his surroundings.
Tapping him on the shoulder, the boy was startled by the contact, causing him to kick his ball into some nearby bushes and even Beca swore she heard a girly squeal exit his mouth.
When he turned around, Beca assumed he wasn't expecting it to be her since his face changed from, "what the hell do you want' to, 'oh my god you're here!'
Pulling out his headphones, "Hey!" His grin was enormously huge and this earned a scrunch in the face from Beca on how he could smile that big without overstretching his mouth. He walked over to the bush to retrieve his ball and dribbled it back up to Beca. "You made it!" Again, too cheery for Beca's liking, causing her to flinch at the excitement. "Ready to get your ass kicked?" he challenged with a raise to his eyebrows.
This only brought out Beca's competitive nature and no way in hell would she be caught dead losing to Jesse Swanson. "You wish dude."
So far, Beca and Jesse played a game of one on one which Beca, of course, took home the 'w' but not without a good fight from Jesse. Sure he was goofy, and overly cheesy but she couldn't lie when it came to his shooting average. It could've been luck or he just had a feel good day but whatever it was, Jesse was like eighty percent with making three pointers. If she didn't believe him before when he said he was on varsity, she sure as hell does now.
They also played a game of knock out with some other people shooting at the gym which once started fun but ended with Jesse getting kneed in the balls by some dude going up for a layup. After that, Beca decided it was time for a break and called it quits.
So now, they were playing a easy game of 'Horse' where if someone were to get hurt, they probably shouldn't be touching a basketball.
"So Becs-" Jesse started as he dribbled the ball up to the free throw line, preparing his shot up to the hoop. "You got your eyes on anyone at Barden?" Releasing the ball, he made it with a clean swish.
"I don't know, dude." Beca walked over to get the ball that Jesse recently made and switched spots with him on the free throw line. With an easy flick of the wrist, the ball, just like Jesse's, swished right through the net.
"Well for your information, rumor is that every girl seems to be low key in the closet with a major crush on you," Jesse admitted with a smirk, picking up the ball from the gym's tile.
"What?" Beca snickered in disbelief with eyes gaped open. "That's so not true."
"Oh but it is, Beca." Jesse walked over to the three point line in the area where he made majority of his shots when they played one on one. Keeping that average unaffected, Jesse made the shot, effortless and Beca rolled her eyes in envy at how phenomenal he was at shooting.
Layups and defense were her thing. Asking her to shoot from a distance? Yeah no. One, she didn't have the height to shoot over the girls that were like six feet tall and two, she didn't have the strength to make it without basically using her entire body in the shot.
Walking over to the three point area where Jesse made the shot and also, where the boy was taunting her with a smug smirk, she dribbled the ball before taking the shot.
"Especially with what is being said about you around the hallways. All these straight girls are thirsting to get a little dose of Mitchell's magic."
As she released the ball, her body immediately twisted mid jump at the information Jesse just announced, causing her to shoot the ball no where near the hoop and ending with an air ball.
"What?" Beca shrieked at the amused boy. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Mitchell's magic," he repeated nonchalantly, but received a glare from the brunette when she still didn't understand what he was talking about. If a look could kill, he'd be six feet under so with that, he continued, "Mitchell's magic, also I guess meaning you're one of a kind when pleasing a lady in the bedroom."
All the blood rose to Beca's cheeks and she couldn't even hide the amount of red that was spreading around her face. "What?!" her shriek could've broken glass with how high the pitch was.
Jesse lifted his hands up to surrender, chuckling under his breath at the flustered girl. "Hey hey, that's what I've been hearing!"
"From who!?" There was no way in hell this person was going to make it out alive after spreading this rumor about Beca. Even if she had to go Detective CSI Barden on these hooligans she would, no doubt.
"Really?" Jesse quirked his eyebrows and Beca nodded with a deadpanned face. "Stacie, duh. The one girl who you've been working your magic on for years now."
Beca closed her eyes and clenched her jaw at the reveal. Fucking Stacie Conrad I swear to god you're dead. Not only did she have this alter ego that Barden and Stacie seemed to rumor up about her but now, she has a fucking 'h' against Jesse.
"That's why you need to teach me the ropes Becaw! Show me the ways of lady lovin'." Jesse swayed his hips seductively with a mischievous smirk stretched across his face.
Beca rolled her eyes at that stupid nickname Jesse felt the need to call her every time he talked. "Stop calling me that." She warned with a stern look.
"Calling you what?" Jesse asked, his words sly and knowing for sure he was pulling Beca's strings. Picking up the ball from the court, he placed it in front of his crotch and began to air hump the item. "Becaw's lady magic," he mocked with amusement oozing from his pores. "Do they scream that in the room?"
Beca was seconds away from replacing that ball with her foot. "Oh Becaww right there! Don't stop Becaww!" Jesse moaned loudly as he continued to taunt the brunette and gaining half the gym's attention with his embarrassing noises coming out from his mouth. Not to mention, he was still humping a basketball.
"Jesse I swear to God I'm going to kill you!" Beca tried her best to sound as scary and angry as possible but couldn't help the snicker that slipped past her lips, watching at how ridiculous Jesse was acting. She had to admit and it pained her to do so but surprisingly, the boy was a lot of fun to be around.
While Jesse made no effort in stopping his act, a ball rolled up to Beca's feet and without hesitation, she picked up the ball and threw it directly at Jesse's face.
There was two things that Beca didn't know when she made the conscious decision to throw the basketball across the court. One of them being, that Jesse was some sort of secret ninja and dodged the ball that was coming at him like it was child's play and the second thing was, that there was a girl directly behind him that took the force of the ball to the face when Jesse ducked.
"Oh my God!" Beca gasped when she saw the girl fall to her knees, holding her face on the court's floor. The instant she saw blood drip out of the cracks in the girl's hand, she panicked and ran up to the crouching girl.
"Are you okay?!" More blood was making itself present on the tile and Beca was on the verge of passing out. She absolutely hated blood and had the weakest stomach when around it.
"Jesus Beca!" Jesse squatted down and joined Beca and the girl who was bleeding her life away. "Trying to take her head off?"
"No asshole I wasn't!" Beca hissed in anger, snapping her attention to the boy who was biting his lip not to laugh. "I was trying to take YOURS off but you had to go all Jackie Chan and duck!" Jesse shrugged and Beca placed her hand over the hunched girl's back. "Are you okay?"
The hand that was holding onto the girl's nose was removed and like a waterfall, blood oozed out, splashing onto the tile beneath her. When the girl opened her mouth to respond, blood then mixed with her saliva as she spit it out and everything in sight was just too much for Beca to handle.
"Jesse take care of her," Beca mumbled quietly, trying to advert her eyes from the puddle of blood and feeling her stomach twist and knot in sickness.
Everyone in the gym stopped what they were doing and watched the scene go down, not even moving a muscle to help.
The girl pinched the top of her nose to stop the bleeding. "I think I'll be fine." The girl didn't seem to be upset or at least it didn't sound like it because all Beca heard was a 'nazzally' voice.
"Beca, your face is white as a ghost." Jesse noticed when glancing up.
Without a warning, the injured girl spluttered all the blood that was pooling in her mouth on the tile and by watching stream out slowly, Beca all of a sudden felt light headed and before she knew it, everything around her went black.
Beca the Adorable Badass [12:59 pm]: Hey Chloe it's Beca. You already knew that but yeah…. never mind. I really want to apologize about everything that happened and maybe get the chance to properly explain things. I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from and have every right to be but, I was just hoping for a chance. If not, I completely understand.
Beca the Adorable Badass [13:02 pm]: Is it weird that I already miss you? Like a fucking lot.
Beca the Adorable Badass [13:02 pm]: Fuck! Please disregard that last message. I didn't mean to send that and accidentally pressed the send button. Iphones should really invest and put in a fucking cancel button. Anyway, sorry. Fuck this is bad. Okay… I'm done now. Bye.
Chloe read the messages she has been avoiding for the past two hours knowing they were from Beca. She couldn't help but chuckle a little bit when she finally caved and read the message because leave it up to Beca to hit the top charts on the awkward scale. It didn't last for long till Chloe was reminded of Beca lying to her and immediately, she turned that soft chuckle back into a hurt, angry scowl and turned off her phone, throwing it into the pillows of her bed and crashing along on top.
It was weird. When she found out that Tom was cheating on her, yeah she was upset and wanted to smack him in the face a repetitive amount of times with every item she could grab a hold of but that anger didn't even come close to the amount of betrayal she felt towards Beca. Maybe it was because if she was being honest, Beca was someone she was absolutely intoxicated by. Beca was someone she had legit girly feelings for. And maybe she still is and does but all these upset emotions are making everything hazy, leaving her feeling blank for once.
A knock on her door startled her at the sudden sound and soon, Chris was walking in with a cautious grin but also a hint of worry.
"What are you doing?" he asked simply while jumping onto his sister's bed, landing directly on Chloe's back and earning a loud groan from the force of his weight.
Despite Chloe's current mood from last night to now, she enjoyed the physical contact from her brother and It felt nice knowing he cared. Though she'd prefer if it was a gentle hug instead of a tackle that was squeezing the air out of her lungs the longer he laid on her back.
His stubble from his chin was scratching Chloe's cheek whenever he brushed his face closer. "Get…..off…...Chris…" Chloe wheezed out from underneath as Chris tickled her ear with his obnoxious laughing. Twisting her body, Chris gave the girl mercy and rolled off her back, lying directly beside her instead.
"What's the matter?" Chris asked genuinely.
Once Chloe regained her breathing back to normal and checked all areas on her body, making sure that there was no injuries present, she turned her body so she was facing her brother.
"Nothing," she lied, not really wanting to talk about Beca just yet. Everything was still so surreal and just knowing how much she hurt Chloe, just crushed her heart to pieces.
Squinting his eyes, not believing a damn thing Chloe was saying, "Don't lie to me Chloe. Last night you were MIA in your room and you didn't even come down for mom's tacos." That was true and she felt awful doing it because the tacos her mom makes are her favorite but yesterday, she was way too upset to even think about eating.
"Chris, it's nothing," she repeated but with a shaky voice. Not really sounding too convincing.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me."
Dammit.
Of course her brother could read her like a book and pull the strike card. She should of seen this coming and knew she wouldn't be able to lie to him even if she tried.
"It's Beca." Just saying her name out loud caused her to instantly burst into tears. Catching this, Chris wrapped his arms around his crying sister, snuggling her tightly into his chest as she continued to cry into the front of his t-shirt.
Chris allowed this to happen until Chloe's crying began to even out and all that was left to be heard was faint sniffling.
"What happened?" Chris asked when he was sure Chloe stopped crying. Using his free hand that wasn't wrapped around Chloe's shoulder, he brushed the hair out of her face and wiped the trails of wetness streaming down her cheeks from the tears.
"She lied to me," Chloe knew her voice was hoarse. It felt like a bubble was stuck in her throat when she spoke or even when she swallowed.
"What did she lie about?"
Exhaling a large breath and trying to clear her throat back up, "Her and Stacie weren't even in a relationship. They were faking dating just to make Aubrey and I jealous."
"Wait-" Chris started, positioning his face so he could look down at Chloe. "Aubrey is gay?"
"I-I don't even know. One minute she tells me she really likes Stacie and the next, she says she could never be in a relationship with her," Chloe explained as best as she could. Even after being friends with the blonde since they first started walking, there was still some things about Aubrey that Chloe was unsure about. One of them being, how she expressed her emotions.
"Damn… who knew," Chris said with a cocked smirk and Chloe could basically picture the images running through her hormonal brother's brain. "Aubrey totally getting it on with a girl sounds so fucking hot," He gushed which earned a violent punch in the stomach by Chloe.
"Can you like not pop a boner thinking about my best friend when you're holding me and I'm an emotional mess?" Chloe begged, not really wanting to be wrapped up in her brother's body when it starts to stiffen.
Chris laughed out loud at this and it made Chloe giggle quietly at his contagious cackling. "Okay, I'm sorry," he quickly apologized and controlled his laughs.
Resting his chin on the top of Chloe's head and bringing her body in closer, she snuggled back into his figure, smelling the cologne radiation off his chest. "So Beca and Stacie fake dated to gain your attention?" He asked to make sure he heard her correctly and confirming, Chloe nodded her head. "Okay and this was during the time you had Tom and Aubrey had Jesse right?" Again, she nodded at her brother's question. "I know you're going to smack me when I say this so I'm mentally preparing myself for it but, did you ever think to yourself that you and Tom were basically doing the same thing Beca and Stacie were?"
Like predicted, Chloe took the back of her hand and smacked her brother in the side of his ribs, feeling him flinch at the contact. "We were not! That's not even a little bit similar since we were actually dating Chris. They weren't and were just doing it to makes us jealous."
"Okay yeah, that's pretty fucked up on their part but what I mean is, I know for damn sure you and Tom basically had no limitations when participating in PDA," he countered with a smug smile. "He pretty much gave your mother an aneurysm when he was sucking off your face the first time we all had dinner together. "
Chloe rolled her eyes at the sudden memory. That was the night Tom was extra touchy for some reason and even though they were eating with her parents, it didn't stop him from shoving his tongue down her throat the entire night. One thing that Tom was was a horny teenage boy twenty four seven.
Giving up, "Fine. We kissed a lot in public. What does that have to do anything?" she asked with irritation in her voice. She knew her brother was up to something.
"Don't you think in a weird way that what you and Tom were doing around Beca was the same thing when it came to making someone jealous? Obviously, she had a crush on you and after seeing you wrapped up and engaging in tongue hockey with that douche, it probably started a fire in her gut, wanting to incorporate the same feelings she was experiencing but instead of her feeling them, you would. And by doing that, she had Stacie who I'm assuming felt the same way when she saw Jesse and Aubrey all over each other. I'm not saying what they did was okay on their part but what I am saying is, jealousy makes you do stupid fucking shit and when they see you affectionate with someone else that's not them, that's pretty much borderline crazy house material, Chlo," Chris explained cautiously. He still was prepared for Chloe to strike him at any moment.
But Chloe didn't hit him and even though she wanted to, her brother had a point.
And although Chloe was pissed at Beca for lying, she understood what Chris meant when he talked about jealousy. Just seeing her kiss Stacie made her blood boil and she couldn't even imagine what was going on through the brunette's head when she was making out with Tom in the hallway right in front of her.
"Have you heard her full story on why she did it?"
Chloe paused before responding. She left Beca's house without letting her explain even though she heard her yelling to wait from her room and since then, she's been avoiding all communication from the brunette. So the answer was no. Chloe shook her head slowly.
She heard a breath release from her brother's mouth. "I know you're upset and angry at Beca but can I say something?"
Scoffing, "would it even stop you if I didn't want to hear it?" Chloe challenged sarcastically.
"Nope," Chris said, popping the 'p' with emphasis. "But what I want to say is that, even though you're upset and angry, just give Beca a chance to explain and if then you are still hurt by what she did, drop her and move on. You've brought a total of three people you dated here to have dinner with us, Beca being one of them and you can't sit here and lie, telling me that she didn't-doesn't-" he quickly corrected, "-make you the happiest you've ever been."
Chloe opened up her mouth to respond but was quickly cut of by Chris. "No don't deny it either Chloe," he said firmly which took the redhead by surprise. "Mom, Dad, and even Clay saw how you two acted around each other that night at dinner. Whenever Beca talked you practically oozed with admiration while listening to her speak."
Chloe smiled into her brother's chest. She absolutely loved when Beca talked. She was shy but passionate at the same time and she used her hands a lot. And every so often, she could see Beca bite back a sarcastic comment since she was notorious for those.
"Plus, it really seemed like you guys were hitting it off when you had your hand up her shirt and tongue down her throat."
Moment was officially ruined. "Chris oh my God!" she mustered up the strength to push him off her bed while he barked out obnoxious laughs, thinking he was the funniest man on earth. Chloe attempted to hide her face from the sudden blush that appeared due to how embarrassing this conversation lead to.
Chris calmed his laughing and stopped before he left Chloe's room. "I'd hate for you to miss out on a girl who makes you happy over a pity fight. Great things deserve second chances, especially when love is mixed into the equation. Now think about ways of talking to Beca, Chlomosexual." Chloe cringed at the horrible nickname him and Clay made for her and then, he was gone.
His words stunned Chloe. Love was such a powerful word that was so overused but at the mention of it with Beca made her heart do flips in her chest. All her previous relationships well, the ones that lasted actually, they would share, 'I love you's' all the time. But the thought of being able to say those three simple yet intense words to Beca, made Chloe's stomach erupt with butterflies, making it almost impossible to breathe.
She could possibly fall in love with this girl which is something she always talked about with to her mom. Ever since she was little, she dreamt of what loving someone would feel like. They'd play house in Chloe's plastic doll set where the owners were happily in love and married with twenty kid barbies and four dogs. They would watch sappy rom coms and admire Noah's indescribable love towards Allie in The Notebook and cry the rest of the night while drowning their faces in chocolate frosting and junk food.
Chloe was a hopeless romantic and the only time she was even close to experiencing this powerful thing called love is when she was with Beca. She was crazy about the girl.
But she was also stubborn as hell and was still angry about her lying.
So instead of doing the one thing she should be doing and that is typing out a message to Beca in response to her previous texts, she does the complete opposite and deletes the messages from her phone and then, slamming the device into her wall as she continued to cry.
Beca woke up inside of an ambulance not too long after the incident with the girl where she practically broke her face with a basketball. Turns out, the girl's name was Emily and she is a freshman at Barden who is also trying out for basketball this coming winter. Beca also learned that she was some sort of legacy since both her mom and dad played at Barden and held records for most steals during a game and were placed on the hall of fame section in their school. That was pretty neat.
Overall, Emily was a sweet girl and Beca felt more than bad about smacking her in the kisser since now a bruise was forming around her swollen nose and spreading underneath her eyes.
"You almost died Becs!" Jesse announced loudly as Beca continued to sit up in the ambulance. They were all seated around her while the same people from the gym were watching outside like hawks.
"Dude!" Beca winced at the volume from the boy's voice. She still felt pretty hazy and her vision was slowly re adjusting to the light. There was also a throbbing pain in the back of her head and when she reached her hand up to the area, she flinch in pain when her fingers skimmed against the bump forming. Seeing Emily next to Jesse with white tape around her nose and holding an ice bag up to her face, "Again, I'm so sorry Emily."
Even with the ice over her face, Beca could make out a small smile stretching across her mouth. "It's okay Beca, really," she assured genuinely. "It was an accident."
A guy holding a clipboard and dressed in all the ambulance men attire, stopped at the back of the vehicle where the group was. "Hey how's your head?"
Beca shrugged her shoulders. It wasn't that the pain was excruciating but it still hurt pretty bad from passing out. "It's alright. There's a bump and I kinda don't really remember much before I passed out though." Which was true. All she really could pick up was hitting Emily in the face. Other than that, everything was blurry.
The guy noted this on his clipboard. "Retro amnesia," he informed casually, as if Beca was suppose to know what the meant. Taking her confused look spotted on her face, he continued. "When you passed out, you hit your head pretty hard on the ground. I'm going to run a few tests because it's likely you have a concussion since you can't remember anything that happened previous of the incident."
Great. Fan fucking tastic. Can this day get any worse? She nodded her head at the guy and didn't even know that Jesse left until he came back holding her cell phone in his hands.
Sudden realization caused her to jump up from where she currently was. "Is that Chloe?" she asked with excitement. There was a lot of things Beca forgot about when she got her head but one of them wasn't that she was waiting for a text from a certain redhead.
"Chloe?" Jesse had a confused look on his face and Beca knew instantly that it wasn't her. " No, Stacie called." Jesse informed, handing Beca back her phone. She couldn't lie and say her hopes weren't crushed when she unlocked her phone and went into her messages, seeing that there was still no response from Chloe. "She was flipping out about you. It was pretty cute and scary at the same time." He chuckled to himself. "She is coming to pick you up even if you are cleared with no concussion."
Despite Beca's current mood after finding out Chloe is ignoring her, she smiled at Stacie's inner mom coming out. No matter if Beca had a paper cut or when she broke her hand during a basketball game two years ago which she completely ignored the teacher's instruction to not go any farther and jumped down from the stands and onto the court where Beca was cradling her wrist. Stacie's amount of care for the brunette never went unnoticed and Beca was happy and lucky she had a hell of a friend like that.
After completing this god awful test which consisted of memorization, balancing on each foot and answering bullshit questions about what she had for dinner or what month was it, she failed the test and no doubt had a concussion.
"Who knew badass Mitchell would get a little queasy with the sight of blood?" Jesse taunted with a pleased smirk and if wasn't for Beca being lectured about limited activity by this certified athletic trainer guy she soon found out later what he was, she'd kick Jesse in the balls.
The guy told Beca to go to the doctors as soon as possible to be put on medication so they can start the whole symptom free process or whatever it was. She figured Stacie would take her when she came to pick her up.
Beca, Emily and Jesse got out of the ambulance and waited until Stacie was there to pick Beca up. When she arrived, Beca didn't even have the chance to stand up before she was smothered in a bear hug from her friend.
"Are you okay!?" Stacie asked with a worried tone and wrapped her arms tighter around the smaller girl.
Gasping for air because Stacie's grip was a lot tighter than she was expecting. "Y-es...I w-won't be if you….d-don't let...go," Beca managed to wheeze out.
"Oh my gosh!" Stacie hurried to release Beca after realizing that she could possibly have a concussion. Brushing the hair that was in Beca's face with her fingers,"What did they say about your head?" Stacie asked softly.
"Well I have a concussion," Beca snorted while pointing to her head. "Also, can you take me to the doctors? I have to get some meds to help with the headaches."
Stacie smiled wide at her friends before speaking. "Of course, Becs."
The two were interrupted by a high pitch squeal and when they turned their heads in the direction it came from, Emily was there with a gushing grin and her hands on her cheeks, admiring the duo.
"You guys are adorable!" Emily was acting like she was witnessing puppies for the first time in her life. "Even after the break up you two are goals for relationships."
Beca rolled her eyes at the cheesiness and Stacie was actually enjoying all the compliments she was being given by this new girl.
'What's your name?" Stacie asked with a smile and her hand reaching out.
"Emily," she said cheerful and double checked her hand for dry blood before shaking the taller girl's hand. Jesse must of informed Stacie about the situation since she didn't ask why Emily was holding a bag of ice to her nose where it was already disgustingly bruising.
"Stacie." Stacie shook her hand and greeted before pulling away. Looking at Beca, she stood up from the curb and helped the smaller brunette backup. "You ready to go?"
Beca nodded and pulled out her keys. What she wasn't expecting was the keychain to be ripped out of her hands and placed directly into Stacie's pockets. "No way in hell you're driving with a on." She shooed Beca into the passenger side of the car before Beca could complain.
They said their goodbyes to Jesse and Emily before taking off to the hospital for Beca to get her meds. After listening to music for a while, Beca hastily turned the radio off and stared into the side of Stacie's head, remembering a certain something Jesse informed to her while playing basketball.
"Mitchell's magic," Beca was quick to say this without any background information or anything and knew Stacie wouldn't understand. As expected, Stacie quirked her eyebrows up to her hairline and gave Beca a confused look. "What have you been saying to people about our fake sex we had?" Just saying sex was weird since it was her and Stacie who was involved.
Gaping her eyes open, and dropping her mouth, "No way they named it?! Teenagers at Barden are fucking legendary." Her tone was excited and proud in a way. "I just told people that I dated guys before you and the first time we had sex together was what turned me gay," Stacie explained nonchalantly.
Beca groaned and leaned her head back on the head rest but winced when she nailed her bump on the back. Rubbing the spot, "Thanks to you, everyone thinks I'm some sort of sex god and that's so far from the truth it should be illegal."
Stacie knows Beca is a virgin and that the farthest she has gone when engaging in sexual activity was a heated make out sesh with a few people here and there. How was she suppose to live up to these expectations that the school was rumoring up about her?
"Well now you have loads of babes at school who would kill for some of….Mitchell's magic?" Stacie answered more as a question. " I still can't believe they named your finger banging skills," Stacie laughed loudly at this while Beca stared at her with an unamused face.
"I might as well just stay single since Chloe is the only girl I want and she isn't even responding to my messages."
"You and I both. I sent something to Aubrey and it's already been a couple of hours," Stacie added with a visible frown. "I know that blonde doesn't go anywhere without her phone."
"Maybe we should get married and adopt that Asian baby you always rant about. At least I'll be marrying someone I love and could handle my craziness so I know you wouldn't leaving me." Beca gushed with a cheesy smile.
Laughing nervously, Stacie turned the radio back on. "Oh yeah for sure! How was basketball?" she hurried to change the conversation with an uneasy voice and that there made Beca suspicious. Obviously, she was still acting a little weird from this morning but Beca didn't want to egg whatever was bothering her anymore than it already was so, she leaned back in her chair and continued onto the conversation about her time spent with Jesse.
"Oh my God," Stacie said out loudly to herself. There wasn't anyone else with her in her room so this just made her look like a complete crazy person. But she didn't care because she was freaking the fuck out. "Oh my God!" Pacing around her room with her hands fisting at the top of her knotted black locks, she knew she had to figure out a way to get the current emotions running through her body away and gone forever.
She thought that maybe it was the alcohol affecting her thinking yesterday night which made everything that Beca did super adorable but when she woke up this morning and felt uneasy about Beca not remembering the kiss, she knew for sure it wasn't the alcohol and was something much much worse. Plus, Beca kept mentioning them getting married and adopting that Asian baby Stacie always wanted and though Stacie would usually go with it if it wasn't for the fact that how Stacie felt about the situation was completely different from what Beca was thinking , she hurried to change the conversation because it was all too much for her to handle.
God does she wish it was the alcohol that fucked up her brain. She can't even look at Beca without absorbing some kind of weird feeling in her stomach that she usually feels when she has a thing for someone.
For example Aubrey.
One minute, Stacie thinks about Aubrey or sees a picture of her on Instagram and all of a sudden, her heart starts to flutter because let's face it, Aubrey is jaw dropping and makes Stacie feel all sorts of ways. But then, Stacie sees a picture of Beca, her heart does the same thing or she picks her up from the gym after receiving a concussion and all she wants to do is demolish her face is kisses.
That isn't how friends are suppose to think about each other but that is completely what Stacie is doing and it's scaring the absolute shit out of her.
She needs to find a way to get rid of these feelings she is bottling up towards Beca and she needs to do it fast before who knows what could happen.
She needs Beca and Chloe to start dating again so Beca can give Stacie the space she needs and she can work on ways to getting Aubrey back because even after these confusing emotions she currently has towards her best friend, they don't even come close to the way she feels about a certain blonde.
Picking up her cell phone, she typed a quick message to Beca.
Stacie Conrad [6:21 pm]: Hi. Where does Chloe live again?
She hit send on her phone and not even a minute later, she received a response.
Tiny Best Friend :) [6:21 pm] …
Stacie groaned roughly and plopped onto her bed in frustration. Of course getting the redhead's address wouldn't be easy when it's Beca she has to ask. She thought about asking Aubrey for an address but quickly, that plan vanished when she realized that one, Aubrey hates her right now and two, she already tried sending multiple texts to the blonde and has yet to get a response. She even tried to call her a few times but automatically it went to voicemail.
So with that, Stacie was kind of limited when it came to resources and Beca Mitchell was the only one.
Thinking hard about an excuse that makes it less suspicious, a light bulb lit inside her head and she quickly typed a response.
Stacie Conrad [6:26 pm]: Remember how you told me she lives next to a coffee shop? Well I am meeting my new lab partner there to start our studying and if I'm in the general area, I can use good ol' siri to gps it for me.
Bingo. Damn Conrad you're a genius.
Tiny Best Friend :) [6:27 pm]: Oh...okay yeah. I'll forward you the message she sent me.
Stacie sighed in relief and received the directions to Chloe's house immediately after.
Tiny Best Friend :) [6:27 pm]: Are you going to be back for dinner? Jesse is taking me to get my jeep at the Rec since you refused to let me drive but after, I'm picking up some dinner for Dad. I can order you something and put it in the microwave so it doesn't get cold or when you get done, I can take you to get some food.
Stacie was beaming while she was reading the message from Beca. She was just so considerate and adorable and even offered to take her to get food even though there's a slight chance it could be late but Stacie's well being matters more and God she's just so…..
"Oh my God!" Stacie mentally punched herself in the face. Typing out a message saying Beca could order her something and stick it in the microwave, she threw on some shoes so she could leave.
She needed to get to Chloe's fast.
Walking down the stairs, she stopped when she saw Warren at the table. "Hey Warren do you think I could use your car?" She asked while he lifted his head up from the piles of papers he was grading.
"Sure Stace." He gave her a small smile and continued back to his grading. She was extremely relieved when he didn't ask her where she was going and why she needed a car. That there would just cause everything to blow up, "oh yeah, I'm just going to Beca's kinda ex girlfriend's house to convince her to talk to Beca because I low key think I'm crushing on your daughter".
Yeah no. That would be horrible.
"Thank you!" She returned the smile and grabbed his keys off the table. Making it into the garage and taking a seat inside the car, she typed the address into her gps and started her way to Chloe's.
Chloe felt like a bitch.
Actually no. One moment she did then the next, she felt angry all over again, reminding herself that Beca deserved what she was getting. Juggling this guilty and angry emotions like a circus show was exhausting. All she wanted was some food so she can eat and then continue with her mourning in her room, alone.
"Chloe!" She heard her mom's voice yell from the downstairs. "There's someone here for you!" Perking her head up from the mountains of pillows she submerged herself under, she slowly got up from her bed, wondering who could possibly be at her house.
Walking was a little rough since she spent the whole day face down in her bed so her muscles were cramped up and stiff. Once she regained motion back into her legs, she walked down the stairs and expecting Aubrey because no one else really visits her unannounced, she was greeted with long legs and long black hair.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Chloe used her arms to cross over her chest and cock her hip as she sported an unamused scowl at Stacie's friendly smile. She had no idea what this girl was doing and really, how did she even get her address?
"What are you doing here Stacie?" Chloe voice was harsh and she could tell by the the taller girl was shuffling side to side on her shoes in between the door frame of the front door that she was nervous.
"I know I'm risking my life being here right now but I want to talk to you about the whole situation," her voice was borderline beg which was extremely weird to hear because Chloe was use to overconfident Stacie who seemed to never take no for an answer, nor receive it.
Chloe walked the rest of the way downstairs and stopped when she was face to face with the leggy girl. When she made it, Chloe took the time to take in Stacie's appearance and could help but noticed she seemed to be a little, flustered and disheveled. Her hair was still flawless as ever, long and silky and her makeup was done to perfection but under, Chloe could see she was stressed about something. Instead of a Victoria's secret model, Stacie was a step down and looked like a regular model who would still be featured on popular magazines.
"What is there to talk about?" Chloe snapped at the taller girl. Even though her and Beca were never in a real relationship, the thought of her kissing Beca and having her hands all over the girl burned a hole of jealousy straight through Chloe's mind. "You and Beca lied and I'm pissed. There's nothing more to talk about."
"Chloe, who is here?" Before Chloe could respond Clay was right behind her, staring intently at their guest. "Oh wow." Chloe didn't even have to look at her brother and could tell he was drooling over the leggy girl. Pathetic boys.
"Clay, go away." Chloe shoved him away with her elbow, well, she tried to. With his height and sudden numbness in his body after catching eyes with Stacie, it was hard to move the boy out of his, 'struck by cupid' state.
Stacie curved her lips up into a flirty smirk and Chloe knew nothing good was about to come out of this."Hey there." Everything about her tone was sinful and kittenish. It amazed Chloe how fast Stacie could transform into the biggest flirt known to man.
With one more jab to Clay's ribs, a little more force than before, he groaned in pain. "Leave Clay!" Chloe ordered sternly like she was talking to a dog. She needed to get her brother away from Stacie before who knows what would happen. What she did know was that Stacie was looking at him like meat on a dinner plate, ready to devour at any moment.
Luckily, Clay left the girls but not without motioning to Chloe about giving him Stacie's number. Flipping him off, she returned her gaze back to Stacie who was carefully watching the boy walk away.
"Your brother is hot," Stacie said quite loudly; not even ashamed that she was checking her older brother out in front of Chloe.
"I'm hotter, older and stronger!" Another voice echoed through the kitchen and immediately Stacie face perked up into a childish grin. Chloe knew it was Chris and they were just doing this to piss Chloe off and hit on her semi friend. She loved them but right now, she was seconds away from strangling them both at the same time.
"You have two of them?" Stacie voice screamed excited and it made Chloe roll her eyes at her antics. "If that one was hot, I can't even imagine what two of them are like-"
"You're incorrigible," Chloe cut off quickly with a deadpanned face. "Are we done here?"
Stacie wiped that flirty smirk right off her face when she heard the sharpness laced in Chloe's words. "No we aren't. Please can we just talk about you and Beca?" Stacie pleaded with a frown. "Please?" Okay now she was actually begging. All that was missing is Stacie on her knees with her hands together and head bowed.
"No Stacie we can't nor do I want to." She wanted to talk but her stubbornness was getting in the way of allowing her to do so. She also would rather talk to Beca instead of Stacie if she was going to.
"Fine," Stacie said defeated. This surprised Chloe. She was expecting more of a fight with the taller girl. "Can I at least use your bathroom? I really have to go." Stacie cupped her crotch with her hand, squirming underneath. Chloe definitely knew there was something up with this.
Not wanting to take the chance, "No," she responded and without hearing anymore pleading from Stacie or to even see her reaction, she slammed the door in her face.
"Did you get me her number?" Clay asked when he walked back over to the front door after hearing it close. Chloe was already half way up the stairs back to her room when she saw her brother.
Rolling her eyes dramatically, "In your dreams asshole," Chloe shot back before walking the rest of the way up to her room.
"Fucking gingers and their soulless bodies. What if I really had to go to the bathroom or my car broke down?" Stacie muttered to herself annoyed that she just got the door slammed into her face. She wasn't going to give up that easy though. Walking to the side of the house, she spotted a brightly colored room and assumed it was Chloe's.
"Bingo."
Stacie walked over to the garden and picked up some pebbles before aiming them at the targeted window. God she really hoped this was Chloe's room and she wasn't playing Romeo to her parents or something.
Throwing them one by one, they smacked off the glass and rolled down the roof top. She was about to throw another one until the blinds were opened rapidly and she was greeted by an angry redhead. Stacie tossed guilty a smile and wave up to the girl and as a response, Chloe flipped her off and shut the blinds back to normal.
"Jesus Christ this girl is impossible. Why does Beca like her so much?" Stacie was on a roll with talking to herself today. She was about to give up and go home until her eyes glued onto a tree that was placed right next to her, leading all the way up to the rooftop near Chloe's room. Steadying her hands on the bark of the tree, ready to start climbing, she moved her hands up to the closest set of branches. She wasn't planning on climbing a fucking tree tonight but sure is glad she resorted in vans instead of flip flops. If she can climb a fence effortless, she can climb a tree.
Moving up each branch with her hands and allowing her feet to follow, Stacie made it to the top of the tree and with a risky jump across, she violently landed on her back on the roof's top. After a while of grunting in pain from getting the complete wind knocked out of her and new splinter in her thumb, she stumbled to stand up and creeped her way over to the closed window.
"Chloe!" Stacie yelled as she pounded on the glass with her fist. "You better let me in!" Still, the blinds remained shut and there was no shadow or movement behind making the effort to open the window. "Chloe, I swear to God I'll break through this glass!" Nothing again. Reaching an all time high with irritation, she used her secret weapon. "Five...four…..-" Stacie started to count down slowly. "-three….two… don't make me say one, Beale!"
As predicted, Chloe rushed to open the blinds with a look that could kill. Stacie knew that this stunt would get the redhead going. She always did this to Beca when she wouldn't wake up in the morning. Stacie had to practically threaten the girl of dumping a bucket of ice water on her unless she got up. She was a serious child.
Chloe opened the window leaned outside on the frame. "Stacie what the Hell!? Are you out of your mind?!" Chloe shrieked and Stacie swears that neighborhood dogs started barking at the volume, mistaking her voice as a dog whistle. "How did you get up here?!"
Still trying to gain her voice back to normal after the intense climb she just conquered."Well I was going to use the front door like a normal person but a evil redhead slammed it in my face." Stacie glared at the redhead and squinted her eyes."So, I settled for that tree." With her finger, she pointed to the tree she recently just climbed up and was actually surprised that she was able to do that. It was a lot higher than she expected as well as a lot fucking harder than climbing a metal fence.
Chloe's eyes were gaped open at Stacie, shocked that she literally climbed a tree to get to her room. "You're completely nuts."
"I am," Stacie agreed. "But so is Beca." This earned a confused look on the redhead's face. "Nuts about you." Stacie corrected quickly. "Did you know, Beca has been in a total of zero relationships? Actually she was kinda in one relationship with a boy for like a week until she figured out she preferred a V where the boy had a P but still, it was once. Did you know that?" Chloe was quiet for once and just shook her head at Stacie question. "Did you know that every day after school, Beca would tell me all these stories about, " what Chloe taught her in anatomy" or, "god Chloe looked so beautiful today in school." Stacie did her best impersonation of Beca. "For fuck sakes she even played country music while we made dinner claiming that you insisted she broadened her horizons. If I told her to listen to country, she'd kick me out of the house." Stacie saw Chloe snicker at this but then try to cover it up by clearing her throat.
"Do you have any idea how hard this girl has fallen for you Chloe? I've known Beca for a long time and definitely, I know her better than anybody else. I can see what you do to Beca and how happy you make her. Hell, I can see it in you. The amount of sappiness in one room when you guys are together is rather sickening." Stacie scrunched her face in disgust which earned a genuine giggle from the redhead. "What I'm trying to say is and why I climbed a fucking tree to do so is that Beca really cares about you and she knows what we did was wrong." She released a heavy sigh. "Just….like give Beca the chance to explain things. Maybe start over."
Silence washed over the two and it worried Stacie that Chloe was thinking of all the ways to throw her off the roof without anybody finding out. Her eyes were dozing off into the distance and she was chewing at her bottom lip in deep thought.
At least Stacie wasn't dead yet. That's a plus.
Chloe opened her mouth to break the silence but Chloe beat her to it. "She makes me happy," Was all she said and Stacie could hear the defeat in her voice. "Really happy actually." Her frown slowly curved to a small smile and on her cheeks, there was a light blush spreading over the skin.
Stacie smiled at the redhead. "Then give her a second chance. You and I both know that the two of you are destined to be together. You can listen to all the gross country music whenever you want if you do."
Nodding her head, Chloe breathed in a short laugh which was mirrored by Stacie before she made her way back over to the edge of the roof, ready to climb back down.
"Where are you going?" Chloe asked as she watched Stacie jump back onto the tree and inch her way back down to the grass. "You could've used the front door this time." Stacie didn't have to look at her to know the redhead was smirking devilishly. Of course she'd offer when Stacie is already climbing down a tree.
When she made it to ground level, (also a Hell of a lot easier and less painful) she looked up towards Chloe with a smile. "I have a certain blonde I have to apologize to and hopefully it doesn't require me to climb a fucking tree."
And before Chloe could respond, Stacie was gone and already on her way back to her car.
Beca really hated this, Not only did she have a concussion from passing out today and a raging headache like twenty four seven, she was missing Chloe more than she has ever missed someone in her entire life.
Everything reminded Beca of Chloe and not matter how hard she tried to avoid them, they'd mysteriously keeping reappearing and popping out when Beca least expected. She wanted to talk to Chloe but the girl made it pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with Beca since it was eight at night and still she hasn't heard anything from the redhead.
She figured she lost her chance and there was no way of getting her back. She couldn't even enjoy her Taco Bell she got tonight without being reminded of Chloe.
Sitting in her trunk bed outside her house, Beca had the perfect view of the cloudless sky and tonight, Atlanta was sporting the brightest stars she has ever seen. And being a sucker for star gazing, she decided to camp out in her jeep while listening to music.
The breeze felt great on Beca's face and it was relaxing just to be alone for a bit. There wasn't any problems she had to thinking about; it was just her and the music (plus Taco Bell).
Hearing something next to her jeep, Beca peaked her head out of her trunk bed and scanned the area for what caused the noise. Finding nothing in sight, she shrugged her shoulders and continued to gaze at the sky.
She was about to close her eyes until she heard the same noise again on her jeep. It sounded like someone or something was trying to get inside. Getting frustrated, Beca hopped down from her trunk and opened every door to see if anybody was there. "What the fuck?" She muttered to herself when she didn't find anything making the noise she heard. Beca was in no way shape or form to run away from a serial killer this moment in time. For Christ sakes she had a fucking concussion and if she tried to run away she'd probably end up dying anyway when she drops into a coma.
Walking back to her trunk to start packing things up so she could get the hell back inside, she was stopped when an added person was sitting in the back.
"Jesus!" As a reflex, Beca jumped five hundred feet in the air and raised her fists, ready to fight. What she was expecting to find sitting in the back of her trunk was a serial kill ready to stab her and steal her car but what she actually saw was the redheaded girl who has been on her mind all day.
At first, she thought she was dreaming or seeing some illusion because Chloe was sitting there with her back against the seats, legs crossed over each other and a small smile that glowed in the darkness. It was like seeing a real life angel for the first time and the way her heart expanded four sizes when Chloe lifted her hand to give a shy wave, she was sure she was about to go into cardiac arrest.
"Hey," Was all she said. Her voice was soft and weak but her smile was powerful.
"I-I.. uhhh…-" Beca returned the smile but was too in shock to respond properly. Shaking her head to snap some sense into her, she tried again, "Um… hi."
"Hey," Chloe repeated with a smile. It was awkward in a way but at the same time, it was a comfortable awkwardness. Like they were meeting for the first time and all those nerves were back in action, making it hard to sit still.
Beca was playing with the strings of her hoodie, keeping her gaze low and at the ground because Chloe's stare was extra intimidating tonight.
"Chloe, I am so sorry about what happened," Beca was quick to apologize. She didn't know how long she had with the redhead and didn't even know if she'd get another chance. "What Stacie and I did to you and Aubrey was awful and selfish. I never wanted to hurt you and knowing I did, seriously was the worst thing I have ever experienced." Beca frowned and shook her head. "I should be thanking my lucky star that you're even here right now."
Chloe wasn't responding which was terrifying to Beca. She was just sitting there, motionless, with her fingers twiddling against each other but had that reassuring smile plastered on her face, easing the tension off of Beca a little bit.
In reply to Beca, Chloe scooted her body to the edge of the trunk where Beca was standing and had her feet dangle off the trunk's frame. She extended her hand out to Beca's reach, earning a puzzled look from the brunette.
"I want to start over," Chloe said simply. "My name is Chloe Beale and I'm a senior at Barden High School. I'm originally from Tennessee but moved to Atlanta when I was in middle school. I participate on the cheer team as well as choir which is actually an acapella group." Beca listened to her list things off about herself and couldn't help the shit eating grin that was making its way through her mouth. "There's this tiny brunette girl who I have a major crush on but I haven't yet been introduced to."
Taking the hint of where things were going, Beca took Chloe's hand and gave a gentle shake. "Well today is your lucky day, Beale. My name is Beca Mitchell and I'm the new kid at Barden who is grouchy all the time, wears a lot of plaid and has the major hots for this redheaded choir girl." By this point, their hands were still connected and they were mimicking each other's smiles. "If I ever had the chance to be with her, I promise to cherish it, and treat her like the queen she deserves to be treated." Chloe was blushing and even though it was dark, Beca could see that her face was the same color as her hair. "Do you think you could make that possible?"
Chloe chewed on her bottom lip before she finally responded with a soft giggle. "I think I could make some arrangements."
And at that moment, Beca knew she was being given a second chance and no way in hell was she going to ruin this honor.
Everything was going to be okay
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