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Rumors-Chapter 18: I Need a Homecoming Date
"Please say something."
Beca wanted to;she really fucking wanted to say something-anything, but what was she suppose to say to this. To finding out that her best friend and basically sister, just openly came out and told her she is in love with her and surprisingly, kissed her as well. Sure, Beca has heard a mass amount of profanity and scenarios that would exit from Stacie's mouth without warning, stunning the brunette in the process but they were nothing like this.
The words physically froze Beca in place on her bed, not allowing her to move, blink or even to breath as she felt her lungs collapsing deeper and deeper by the second. She wanted to ask Stacie to repeat herself, thinking that what she just heard was a misunderstanding, but anytime she tried to open her mouth to respond, her words would deflate into the newly dryness of the area.
"Beca...please." Stace was crying now, tears streaming down her cheeks as sadness laced those once dark blue eyes. Out of the years Beca has known the girl, never has she seen her look so heartbroken. Sure, Stacie was upset when her ex boyfriend cheated on her or when she broke her wrist playing basketball but those, those were different tears. Even with the Aubrey situation, the sadness playing in Stacie's eyes and how her bottom lip was trembling from the tears wasn't nearly as powerful as it was right this moment.
Again, Beca opened her mouth to respond but not even a sound came out. As she continued to watch the tears roll down Stacie's cheek, she wanted to swipe them clean, as if she wasn't even crying at all because the one thing Beca hated the most in the entire world was to see her best friend cry. But her numb limbs and inability to gain control of her body was preventing her from doing so.
Seeing that Beca was making no effort to speak, Stacie closed her eyes, releasing more tears as she did and stood up from Beca's bed. She walked over to the door, ready to leave but before, she turned her head over her shoulder to return her gaze back on the stone cold brunette on the bed. "I'm sorry Beca." And there were no more sobs flooding Beca's room and she was now alone, away from Stacie so she could try to process everything that just happened.
She wasn't good at this and that was saying something since she always knew how to deal with Stacie's problems but none of them involved her. And none of them ended with the words of Stacie admitting her love towards Beca.
She jumped at the sound of her phone going off on the desk next to her as Zac Brown Band surrounded the ghostly room. She knew it was Chloe by the country ringtone she set up for the girl so, scrambling off her bed, her legs still feeling a little wobbly from the numbness Stacie's reveal casted over, she unlocked her phone and lifted it up to her ear.
"Hello?" Beca's voice was immediately rough and even sounded as if she smoked two packs a day.
"Okay, you can maybe act like you are excited to talk to me," Chloe teased with a giggle through the phone and Beca couldn't help but feel a little better about the situation after hearing her girlfriend's voice.
Beca sighed into the device, falling back into the sheets of her bed with a thud. "I'm sorry." She apologized genuinely. It was the truth because, whenever she received a phone call, text, or even saw Chloe in the hallway, it made her heart speed up ten times faster. "It's just….seconds ago, I just got hit with some pretty heavy stuff."
"What do you mean?" Chloe voice wasn't playful anymore and was now curious with a sense of worried wrapped in her tone. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," she lied, knowing if she would even hint that there was something wrong, Chloe would flip the fuck out and would already be on her way over to see what was wrong. Beca was everything but alright but that wasn't her main concern. Stacie was somewhere, probably drowning in her tears over what she recently just said and because Beca wasn't able to respond with anything after, it probably made the girl regret saying anything at all. Stacie was where her main concern was at.
"Beca," Chloe started. "I can tell there's something up. You have to talk to me so I can try my best to help."
"Do you wanna go on a drive with me?" Beca totally disregarded Chloe's concerned demands but knew if she were to explain things to Chloe;about Stacie and what she said about being in love with her, she knows the redhead would have an answer on how to approach the situation. It would be extremely hard and even a little awkward but Beca didn't know who else to go to. Her dad wasn't home, her mom was a drunk, Aubrey is on Beca's shitlist, still, and Jesse was at some comic con thing he mentioned earlier today and wouldn't be home until late. So, being desperate, she would need to ask for her girlfriend's help-which was stupid all around now that Beca thought about it. 'Oh hey girlfriend. So, my best friend who was previously my fake girlfriend and now, fake ex girlfriend, just admitted to being in love with me and also, kissed me in the process. What do I do?'
Yeah…..it was a stupid fucking idea.
"Of course," Chloe's sweet tone relaxed Beca a bit but knew, it wouldn't last for long when she told her the entire situation currently happening between her and Stacie. Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset. It wasn't like Beca reciprocated the same feelings towards Stacie and really, she didn't even know how sure or coherent Stacie's thoughts were. Maybe she was just confused. "I'll come by and pick you up."
"Okay cool." Beca smiled and got up from her bed to throw on a jacket, knowing Chloe didn't live to far away and would be here soon. "I'll see you soon."
"Okay, now that I've gotten the gremlin Taco Bell and have been driving around all of Atlanta for the last hour, can you tell me what's the matter?" Chloe twisted her head and switched her gaze from the road to Beca in the passenger seat, nervously sipping her freeze and avoiding all eye contact from the redhead.
"What?" It took a while and a few annoying slurps from her drink but, Beca finally responded.
This wasn't what Chloe was expecting as a response from the brunette. "Beca. Seriously." Chloe said, knowing Beca heard her clear as day the first time. "Tell me what's the matter…..you're starting to scare me."
"I'm sorry Chlo," she said, never really wanting to scare her girlfriend by the lack of communication. Beca placed her empty drink in Chloe's cup holder. Sighing long and low, "You know how I told you Stacie has been acting weird since Monday?" Chloe nodded her head, occasionally glancing back at Beca who was now staring at the side of Chloe's head. "Well, I found out why."
Fingers placed on Beca's lap started tapping against each other, uncomfortably-which went unnoticed by Chloe who was driving. "And?" Chloe urged to continue.
"Well," Beca started, swallowing the newly placed lump in her throat, "she came into my room and I thought we were just going to work on homework and listen to music. Turns out, I was completely wrong and she ended up kissing me."
The jaw muscles on Chloe's face tightened as well as her grip on the steering to which, turned her knuckles white at the strength. "What did she do?" Chloe hissed through clenched teeth and at that moment, Beca didn't know for sure if she should be more worried for herself or Stacie.
Probably herself since Chloe was operating a motorized vehicle and Beca's life was placed snugly in the palms of the redhead's hands.
"Before you get upset, hear me out," Beca said cautiously, not wanting to push any buttons.
"I'm not upset." It was pretty believable for a lie coming out of Chloe's mouth who obviously was infuriated with the fact that her girlfriend was being kissed by her fake ex girlfriend without any reason whatsoever.
"Okayyy. Says the girl who's face is redder than her hair. You look like a tea kettle that's ready to blow." Beca was unable to hide the snicker that came with her joke and quickly, she received a look that could kill if it wanted to from Chloe, instantly shutting her up. "Sorry," Beca apologized. She couldn't help that she was always funny, even at inappropriate times. "The kiss wasn't even the big thing that happened."
"I swear to God Beca I will jump Stacie if the next thing that comes out of your mouth is she tried having sex with you." Chloe was pissed and she wasn't even trying to hide it. "She may have giraffe legs, making her a whole head taller than me but tall people aren't a threat without their kneecaps-"
"Nononono!" Beca said, trying to silence Chloe and get her away from her murderous thoughts towards Stacie. "She didn't try anything with me. She said she was in love with me….."
"WHAT?!" Chloe slammed on her brakes, causing the food on Beca's lap to fly towards the dashboard and pulled over to the side of the road in an insane amount of time. The car's' tires behind screeched against the street at the sudden halt from Chloe and jerked the car into the next lane, speeding pass the duo while flipping them off as they drove by.
"Okay Vin Diesel. This isn't fast and furious and I'm pretty sure you just gave me whiplash," Beca joked again, kinda, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. Then, she looked down at the floor of Chloe's car and saw her food smushed up in the bag. "And you broke my taco." Then whined at the scene.
"Beca!" Chloe swatted Beca's hand before the girl could pick up her food off the ground. What were they even talking about? "What did Stacie tell you?!"
Oh yeah. That's what Beca was talking about. "Ummm, that she loves me….in love with me."
Chloe harshly slammed the volume down, silencing the car. Next, was the engine and once Beca felt the car turn completely off, she had a feeling they were going to be here for a while.
In the middle of nowhere, she might add.
"What?When?Why?How?" Chloe bombarded Beca with questions and she wished that should could answer all of them but even these were questions she was still waiting for answers.
"I honestly don't know Chlo. It was so sudden, a spur of the moment type thing that shocked me. I couldn't even respond to what she was saying and I'm pretty sure my senses blocked out more than half of it."
"Obviously they didn't block out the kiss you shared with her," Chloe countered sarcastically with a load of annoyance in her tone.
"Stop it." Beca rolled her eyes, slapping the upper part of Chloe's crossed arms with the back of her hand. "The kiss didn't mean anything to me and really, I only kissed her because my body physically felt paralyzed."Beca watched Chloe face softened and felt the tension start to lift. "The only kisses I want are from a sexy redhead who always tastes like strawberries."
She leaned closer into Chloe's face with a smug smirk plastered on her mouth. She puckered her lips, signaling Chloe for a kiss but knew she should've been prepared for a battle since Chloe's middle name was stubborn. "Chloe," Beca tried again, puckering her lips once again as Chloe huffed her head away from Beca's face. Was she seriously pouting right now? "Baby…" Beca practically whined trying to get Chloe's attention away from the dark streets in front of them.
Sighing in defeat, Beca pulled away from Chloe but not before a hand hooked under her jaw, bringing her in for a firm but gentle kiss. Chloe pulled away from the kiss, leaning her forehead against Beca's. "Okay Romeo. I didn't peg you as this much of a romantic."
Beca felt herself smile just above Chloe's lips, noting how again, the girl tasted identical to a strawberry. "I have to inform you that there isn't a return policy soooo, I guess you're stuck with me."
Chloe laughed, pushing Beca back into her seat. "Same for you Mitchell. You're mine, and mine only."
"That is something I'm totally okay with." Beca relaxed as she watched Chloe's face return to her normal, bubbly self, though, it was kind of a turn on to see Chloe so predatorial. "I don't know what's going on in her head but something I know isn't clicking."
"I bet she is pretty damaged after the whole Aubrey thing with Luke. Didn't you say she never had to go through something like that? It could be that her head is jumbled with all sorts of thoughts. I know when I'm sad, all I want to feel is be loved by someone or something, even a dog is nice company. Maybe she wants that from you because Aubrey is unavailable even though you are unavailable and-"
Beca thought and thought and began to mute out what Chloe was saying. Finally, a light bulb turned on inside her head. "You're right!" she interrupted Chloe's ranting. "I think I know what's going on."
Stacie has finally come to conclusion that what she has just done was a total and complete mistake and now, was unable to take it back. Why did she have to let her big mouth take control of every confusing situation? Why couldn't she just let this thought linger inside her head for only her to experience instead of outing the entire thing to Beca who now, probably is traumatized that her best friend has fallen in love with her?
She didn't know what hurt more. The fact that she was almost positive Beca didn't feel the same way towards her or the fact that, their friendship could be jeopardized from one little slip up. She thinks the second one hurts a little bit more because a life without Bec Mitchell would be pointless. Yeah, her feelings evolved into wanting more over time and she really would like for Beca to feel the same way but truthfully, all she cares about is keeping their relationship strong. Their friendship, strong.
And what she would give to take back every last word-every last syllable, and pretend that what she just told Beca never actually happened.
It was a mistake.
So after leaving Beca's room when she received the silent treatment from her friend and a face that resembled a look after seeing a ghost, Stacie found herself taking a walk outside to clear her mind. It was a little too cold out for a fall night and there was a slight breeze but her body, unlike usual since she was prone to overreacting to cold weather, was numb-dead even and couldn't even feel the temperature change.
She walked for a bit. Keeping her head low and shutting her eyes tight to prevent anymore tears to fall. Her arms were crossed across her chest, blocking out the wind from touching the nude skin that wasn't covered by clothing.
There was really no destination Stacie had in mind and she really didn't care. All she wanted to do was just escape away from the world-her problems.
Escape from Beca.
And even though it's been at least a couple hours since she saw the tiny brunette and was able to keep the distance, it didn't last for long when she saw a familiar looking jeep under the street lights behind her when she twisted her head and was pulling up next to the leggy girl walking with a sulk on the sidewalk.
Stacie continued to walk, disregarding the fact that she knew it was Beca in the mysterious but not so mysterious jeep. God, did she wish it was some creeper guy, ready to kidnap her like in those overrated scary movies instead of the one person she wants to avoid for possibly, the rest of her life.
Beca rolled down the window. "Stacie." She called out, still keeping the vehicle at a slow roll since Stacie was making no effort to stop. "Stacie get in." She ordered when she got no response from Stacie.
Up till this moment, Stacie was doing a phenomenal job of keeping all the tears trapped in her eyes, choking back the sobs in her chest. But when she was met with worried and concerned stormy blues, all those tears that were locked away, broke out powerfully, and she found herself hunched over the cement with her face in her hands, catching the tears as they poured out.
Next thing she felt was a pair of delicate hands, hugging her from behind and a few calming, 'sshs' from Beca that always seemed to calm her down, no matter the situation. Before, Stacie thought that anything Beca would do would make her feel worse, slapping her in the face with reality as she knows that all the movements or gestures or words Beca spoke would only be on the 'friend' level.
Nothing more.
But shockingly, Stacie absorbed into Beca's touch and instantly, she felt safe and secure. Her arms were small but they were strong with their grasp. Beca didn't provide a lot of body heat for Stacie because the girl was two heads smaller but it was always enough to make Stacie feel warm and fuzzy. Especially tonight with the cooler breeze. Everything Beca did, even with a simple touch like how she was doing now, relaxed Stacie and making her feel like all of her problems she was once running away from were now gone.
They stayed like this for quite some time with Beca saying nothing but reassuring words like, 'it's okay' and, 'I'm not going anywhere' and Stacie believed her- even though there was a nagging voice in her head telling her that Beca was going to leave because of what she said, and she was only here to say goodbye. No matter what the voice in her head was telling her, she knew for a fact that Beca wouldn't leave. She hasn't left any other times before, why would she do it now?
"Hey," Beca whispered quietly, trying not to startle Stacie. "Let's go for a drive."
Stacie sniffled some runny snot from her nose, (how embarrassing right) and nodded her head. Standing up slowly with Beca's hand helping her up. She walked over to the passenger side of Beca's jeep and the brunette opened the door for her.
Sliding inside the driver's side, Beca started the jeep and began driving. She gave a moment of silence to let Stacie regain her composure before she started talking. "Why are you walking this late? And with no jacket?"
"You know why." It was simple and actually, a little harsh. Stacie was surprised she even got words out of her mouth without choking on the knot in her throat from being in the same area with Beca.
There was silence again.
"Are you cold?" Beca asked, noticing goosebumps on the girl's arm who was hunched over her lap for warmth. "I have a jacket in the backseat-"
Putting on a jacket that smelt identical to Beca would probably not be the best option nor the smartest. "No." Stacie didn't know why she was being so short with Beca and kind of sounding a little bitchy. She also didn't know why Beca hasn't brought up the big 'L' bomb that Stacie recently just dropped on her like Hiroshima.
Again, there was more silence. The whole atmosphere was awkward and it made Stacie's skin crawl with the lack of conversation. She could tell that Beca was nervous and trying to come up with something to say when she saw her thumbs tapping the steering wheel ferociously and the brunette shifting in her seat.
"How was your day in school?" Wait what? Did Beca seriously just ask her that?
"What?" Stacie twisted her head so she was now looking at the side of Beca's head. After everything that just happened, Beca feels the need to ask Stacie how her day went, like they were strolling through the park or having a sweet picnic during lunch?
"How was your day in school?" she repeated without a flinch in her tone.
Okay. Stacie did hear her right but didn't know why those were the choice of words that spilled from Beca's mouth. "Are you serious?" Stacie asked in disbelief.
"Uhh-" Beca started, cocking her eyes to the the corners so she saw Stacie then back to the road. "-yeahh?"
"I know that's not why we are here right now Beca!" Stacie was angry now and it took Beca a little off guard. "Why are you avoiding what just happened between us instead of talking about it? I'd rather start the awkwardness between us now so I can get use to not having you as a friend."
"Stacie stop." Beca pulled over and put the jeep in park. She then, twisted her body to face Stacie whose eyes were beginning to form with liquid again. "I am trying to make conversation with you to make it feel...unawkward. I don't want to change anything between us because hello… you're my best fucking friend. Without you in my life it would be pointless."
"It's going to be awkward Beca. It's inevitable. I just came out and told you that I love you more than a friend when clearly, you don't feel the same way. What part of that doesn't scream disaster?!" Stacie wished she could stop yelling at Beca because she didn't deserve it. The whole situation could've went with Beca either one, kicking Stacie out of the house or two, Beca completely ignoring her. Instead, Beca is here, with Stacie, trying to make her feel better but Stacie is here allowing her emotions to control her mouth.
"It will only be awkward if we make it awkward. And don't you dare say that I don't love you because Stacie, I fucking love you," Beca voice sounded like she was on a microphone, in a stadium and the words just booming off the walls. Every syllable, every letter sounded crisp and clean with a load of honesty on top. "I'd do anything for you Stacie. You are my family, my world and I love you like a sister." Beca was now crying. It wasn't a hard cry like Stacie was currently doing and there wasn't much tears but, even in the dark, Stacie could see her eyes becoming misty and a few tears sliding down her cheek. "But..."
Of course there was a but. "You don't feel the same way," Stacie finished her sentence, scoffing once finished and tearing her gaze from Beca's. She doesn't think her heart would make it through if Beca said those words. "I get it."
"Okay fine, I don't feel the same way about you….on that level," Beca said, making Stacie reconnect their eyes and hide the ache in her heart after hearing those words. "But….I don't think you do either."
Stacie furrowed her brows together, not understanding what Beca meant. "What do you mean?"
"I honestly don't think you feel the same way about me either. And I know, you might think I sound crazy right now but I think your head is all fuzzy inside with everything that is going on." That might of sounded like she cleared some stuff up but, to Stacie, she still had no idea where Beca was going with this. "Close your eyes."
At first, Stacie looked at Beca like she just escaped a fucking nuthouse but soon, obeyed the order.
"You still have feeling towards Aubrey...am I right?" Stacie nodded her head at the question with her eyes remaining closed. "Okay think about this. You're on a date at a fancy restaurant. Who is on this date with you?"
That was easy. And it was because of the obvious feelings Stacie still kept. "Aubrey." The blonde was the only one she saw when she was picturing this. It was weird though because, no matter how she felt about Beca at the moment, Stacie couldn't see her going on a date with her.
"Okay, good. Now picture this," Beca continued with her little therapy session. "You're at this fancy restaurant but instead, you're by yourself and across from you, sits Aubrey with Luke. Who do you see now at your table?"
Stacie thought about this for a while and really tried to imagine the scene. At the mention of Luke, Stacie felt her insides churn with jealousy of wanting to be in his position. Things were becoming once again, cloudy in her head, making it hard to read but all of a sudden, across the table at this restaurant was Beca.
Stacie's voice hitched when her imagination transitioned from Aubrey to Beca who was looking at her with loving eyes, as if they were on a real date. "Who do you see Stacie?" Beca caught onto the uneasiness given by her friend.
"Y-you," Stacie choked out, her mind running circles at how fast it switched people on her. How can she go from thinking about Aubrey to quickly, thinking about Beca?
"That's what I thought you'd say." Beca said, running a steady hand through her hair and allowing Stacie to open her eyes.
Slowly, Stacie peeked her eyes open and was greeted with Beca staring contently at her. Like she was reading every gesture, movement, sentence like a book. "What do you mean?" Stacie asked.
"Obviously, you have strong feelings towards Aubrey still to which, you try to hide deep down inside. Luke, being the disease that he is, isn't making it easier for you to keep those emotions for the blonde hidden so when you see them together, your mind fucks your thoughts up."
Beca explained as Stacie tried to swallow every last word so she could understand. "I know you won't admit it but honestly, I think you're extremely lonely and want to cling to the one thing close to you so you don't have to feel the pain that comes with seeing Aubrey and Luke together in a way that you two once were. That one thing being me because of everything I've done for you. I haven't done anything different….besides the kiss which made this whole situation worse but other than that, I stayed the same and so did our friendship. I don't think you're in love with me. I think you're confused, hurt, and the emotions you're feeling are playing tricks in your head."
"I don't know Beca…" Stacie's voice was soft, almost a whisper. It made sense in a way though. She hated when Aubrey was with Luke and always, Beca was there to pick up the pieces, making her feel like all her problems washed away. "It feels so…..real."
"And I may be wrong and there could be some feelings you have towards me on that other level but what I think is that, you have mass amount of emotions for Aubrey who you, at the moment, can't attach them so, being driven blind by these emotions they cling to something similar, hallucinating the feeling that you feel towards Aubrey."
Stacie blinked, her eyes pulsing with shock. "Wow." It was crazy. Stacie took the time to sink in Beca's words and couldn't help but understand why she was feeling this all of a sudden love for Beca when she never felt this way before. All these feelings for Aubrey were pushed to Beca, fogging up Stacie's senses similar to how one gets when they refer to 'beer goggles.' They make you see what your mind wants and what Stacie wanted was to feel loved. And when she got this from her best friend and not Aubrey, her goggles filtered and made her think it was Beca who she wanted.
"I know you're processing all of this and there could be a chance that I'm wrong but, whether I'm right or not, Stacie Conrad you're not losing the label of my best friend as I wish to not do the same. You're my person and I'm not letting this affect what a great friendship we have. The strongest overcome the biggest obstacles and Stacie, I know we are titanium."
How she felt didn't just disappear but at least now, she had an idea of what she really wanted. She needed to learn how to move on from past emotions towards someone and now that she has someone to talk to about these things, she thinks it will become a little easier to do so. She also knows that if Beca in willing to not make things awkward between them, she wasn't going to either.
Like she said before, Beca Mitchell was a rare gem and now way in Hell was she going to let the one good thing in her life go.
It was extremely hard, Stacie wasn't going to lie. She knew that all these feelings towards Beca wouldn't just go away at the snap of a finger and she definitely knew that things between them would be a little awkward at first.
Or though she thought.
A week has past from Stacie confession and it still surprises her to this day that everything between her and Beca went unaffected. There was no awkwardness when they hung out and no bringing up the conversation they had that night. Everything that they did before stayed the same like, Stacie walking Beca to class. Beca making Stacie's 'before school' coffee in the morning and the late pizza nights while pigging out and playing Halo. Nothing changed and if anything, their relationship got stronger in a strange and unbelievable way.
Stacie wasn't dumb and knew straight up that Beca told Chloe about their whole conversation so, when she saw the redhead the next day, she was flabbergasted when she didn't receive a harsh yelling from the girl; or at least a slap to the face for kissing her girlfriend. Instead, Chloe acted as if she heard nothing and, just like her's and Beca's, their friendship stayed unaffected.
Okay rewind. Maybe there was a few jabs towards Stacie saying, 'if you ever kiss my girlfriend again, I'll take out your kneecaps' but that was expected. Who knew Chloe Beale, southern sweetheart could be so vicious?
Today marks a week until homecoming and to say Stacie was excited was an understatement. Who wouldn't be stoked knowing that you were in the lead for homecoming royalty with your bestfriend? That has to be every girl's dream to be able to share that moment with your person. Sharing it with a boyfriend was overrated Stacie now knows since she won the last three at her old school with her exes.
"I can't believe they're posting these things around school." Beca studied the giant poster of her and Stacie on the lockers saying, 'Vote Steca' in bright, fluorescent letters. "We should really start charging them."
Stacie laughed and nudged Beca to continue walking to her locker so she could get her supplies for her first class. "It's pretty neat huh? We are basically the king and queen of England."
"Who am I in this scenario?" Beca asked when they stopped at Stacie's locker. "The king?"
"Duh Becs. Do we have to go over your wardrobe again?" Stacie gestured her finger down Beca's hoodie and jeans she decided on wearing to school today. Beca was cute, real cute but, Stacie and her perfectly manicured nails deserve to be queen.
"Fuck you," Beca snickered, slapping the back of her hand against Stacie's ribs. "You'll be a queen with no king if you keep making fun of my clothes." This earned an eye roll from Stacie as she grabbed everything she needed from her locker and they continued walking down the hallway. "Also, you're more like the half dressed, prostitute-like clone of the Queen of England. I'm pretty sure showing off your tits isn't part of the royal dress code." With her eyes, Beca scanned the outfit choice of Stacie's-which was, a short pair of white jean shorts along with, a teal color tank top that was barely able to contain the melons inside the material.
Stacie scoffed dramatically. "Puhlease. Nobody in England has seen a pair of goodies like mine yet. Once they do, I'm positive they'll make some new arrangements." Wiggling her chest, she pushed up her boobs even more, just to make her point while Beca barked out a laugh, saying 'oh my god' in between. Stacie was glad that she and Beca's way of teasing didn't get affected. She doesn't know what she would do with her life if Beca never made a comment about her proud cleavage ever again.
Light conversations fell upon the duo as they journeyed through the hallway to class until Aubrey and Luke were spotted in the distance. Stacie isn't going to say that she has gotten over Aubrey and seeing her still, was like a punch to the gut by the big, green monster. So when the blonde smiled when she spotted Stacie and Beca walking and started gravitating closer to the pair-with Luke Stacie might add,- she had to bite her tongue not to attack the boy right then in there when she saw them holding hands.
"Hey guys," Aubrey greeted with a smile, hand still tangled with Luke's. "How excited are you for homecoming?"
"Super duper excited," Beca retorted sarcastically, adding a lisp and earning an eye roll from Aubrey who wasn't up for taking any shit from the brunette.
"It's going to pretty fun," Stacie added with a shrug to her shoulders. "Especially since Beca and I are going to when Homecoming Royalty." She didn't really need to add this comment but damn, did she love to brag about it in Luke's Hollister looking face.
"I don't know mate." Luke tossed Stacie a smirk and Stacie had to hold down the bile rising up her throat. Did he seriously just call her...mate? They're probably the farthest thing from being mates. Hell, even acquaintances. "The scores are pretty close. Anything could happen."
Stacie tried not to react by smacking the boy in the head;she tried really fucking hard and had to use every muscle to break her reaction.
"I agree with Stacie," Beca sided. "Not supporting because I'm the one running and it's my team but, I don't see any posters around school saying vote for you or Luke Bree. Kinda looks like the results are already flaunted around Barden."
Stacie was impressed at Beca's competitive nature and honestly, it made her blood rage for some more. "Boom." On Stacie's watch, Aubrey and Luke wouldn't be caught dead holding the crowns nor seen in the same vicinity
Aubrey was impressed by this as well but, kept a stern image. "In the words of Effie Trinket, may the odds be ever in your favor." Aubrey quoted, proud of her movie reference and Stacie thought it was absolutely adorable. Plus, the Hunger Games were like her all time favorite book trilogy. "Do you guys have anything planned for this-"
"Let's go babe," Luke interrupted, despite her current conversation she had going on with Stacie and Beca. "Gotta get some food before class so I can sleep during lecture with a full stomach."
Stacie noticed Aubrey's change of behavior and knew the girl didn't want to go with her boyfriend….friends with benefits...whatever the hell they were. It even looked like she wanted to stay and chat with her friends but, of course, Luke is a fuck face.
"I guess I'll see you in class Stace," Aubrey said, trying her best to hide her frown but was unable to go unnoticed by Stacie.
Nodding, Stacie and Beca watched the blonde couple walk towards the cafeteria. "God Luke is such a dick," Stacie said as if she didn't realize the boy was still in hearing distance. Luckily, the couple continued walking without hearing what she said.
"I'm surprised by the strength you had Stace. I was almost positive that I would need to hold you back before you'd demolish the boy."
"I just don't understand. Aubrey and Luke are so different from each other and clearly, he's a dick to her. I could basically taste the cigarette smoke radiating off him and did you notice he even looked a little high? How in the world does her father let her date a boy like that."
Beca sighed. "No clue."
"I need a homecoming date," Stacie said all of a sudden. Yeah she didn't want to go alone and in all honesty, before Luke happened, she planned on going with Aubrey to homecoming. Obviously that shipped has sailed and now, she was left to find another date. Plus, going with someone else will hopefully get her mind off of Aubrey and Beca because still, her head was a little fuzzy.
Beca frowned at this due to post arrangements they made earlier. "I thought you were going to tag with Chloe and I?"
"No," Stacie scoffed. After everything that happened, going to homecoming with Beca and Chloe would probably be the stupidest thing she has ever done. "Hard pass on being a third wheel."
"Well I'm sure you can text a post on twitter and you'd have the entire school to pick from. Everyone basically drools over your very existence."
"I know right?" Stacie winked, swaying her hips; Beca knew Stacie was far from insecure about her physical looks.
"So modest," Beca admitted. "That could be a turnoff for your future homecoming dates Stace."
"I am not being nosey but did I hear the mention of the one and only Stacie Conrad looking for a special someone to take as a date for homecoming?" Chloe appeared behind Beca, hooking her arms around the brunette's waist.
"You heard correctly." Beca grinned wide as she spun her head to the side and gave Chloe a tender kiss. "Hey babe."
Stacie groaned when more and more chaste pecks were added to the-meant to be one, simple kiss. "Get a room." The couple broke apart with a laugh and Chloe nustled her face in the crook of Beca's neck from behind. When Stacie saw that the swapping of spit was over, she continued. "Anyways, yes. I'm on the hunt for someone that can handle-" Her hand hovered slowly over her long length, head to toe. "-all of this."
"I'm pretty sure you have a waiting list Stacie." Chloe chuckled.
"That's what I said," Beca agreed, breaking away from Chloe's grasp and grabbing her hand in return. "I have you go see when the next open gym is since Beca Mitchell is now….concussion free."
Stacie scrunched her face. "Ew. Don't talk in third person."
"Awh really? I think it's super cute." Chloe gushed while pinching Beca's cheeks to have her squirm away from her grip.
"Oh God!" Stacie faked gagged, sticking her finger in her mouth and turned her back towards the nauseating couple. She can't even lie and say that together, they were a cute couple. Okay, a fucking cute ass couple. Any girl who could turn Beca into a complete cupcake is the definition of a winner. But still. She didn't want to see all this cuteness explode from her friend because, it was fucking weird. Extraterrestrial shit. "I'm leaving."
"See you at lunch!" Chloe yelled, still trying to smother Beca with unwanted cuteness. Stacie waved her hand up in the air, signaling that she heard the comment but also locking her head not to see something unwanted.
She journeyed down the usual hallway she takes to class when suddenly, she noticed a girl crying in one of the empty classrooms. Letting her curious and of course, nosey personality get the best of her, Stacie tip toed through the door, knocking on the wood lightly and watching the girl lift her head with black makeup running from her red and puffy eyes. When this happened, Stacie soon realized it was Gwen who was crying alone, in a classroom, at a school desk, looking a lot like a raccoon's long lost cousin.
"Uhhhhh-" Stacie started but stopped when she remembered that she really wasn't friends with the girl. "-are you okay?" Honestly, she didn't really care and seeing the girl a mess and not her usual stuck up self was pleasing to the eye. She just asked to seem considerate and not a heartless bitch.
"No. I'm just crying for no reason." Stacie guesses that crying by herself in a room doesn't take off the sarcasm. Why was she here again? "Aaron broke up with me."
"Did he finally realize what a stuck up bitch you are? Or was it the total lack of experience in the bed." Stacie snorted at her burns. She was on her A game today that's for sure. And as she waited for a comeback from Gwen, something also irrelevant, Stacie received nothing in return except for some more shedded tears.
Now she felt like an asshole. Rolling her eyes, she started walking up to Gwen and sitting down at the desk next to her. Curse Stacie for having a good heart. "Look, I'm sorry he broke up with you." Stacie wanted to yak after speaking those words and was ashamed they even came out of her mouth.
"I don't understand why," Gwen cried some more as Stacie watched her awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "I gave him my world and I thought everything was going so great. He says it was because I was going overboard with this whole homecoming thing and Lauren Smith has so much more to offer. I just can't!" Gwen wailed.
Without a chance to react, Gwen leaped herself into Stacie embrace and continued to cry into the taller girl's shoulder. Stacie, feeling a whole other level of uncomfortableness, tried her best to ease Gwen by tapping softly on the girl's back.
Noticing that she was thrown into Stacie's arms, Gwen pulled back and rubbed the tears from her cheeks. At least she wasn't crying anymore."I'm sorry. I just...don't have anybody else to talk to," she admitted, hitting Stacie hard in the heart.
Not too long ago, Stacie was in the same situation of not having anybody to talk to so, she knew how hard it could be and how miserable it felt. "Well I'm a good listener." And the smile that came with Stacie's words felt weird as they were directed to Gwen who in the past, was the one person at Barden Stacie didn't enjoy nor could be in the same room. Not including Luke. It felt unnatural to not be throwing harsh digs at each other and being the total opposite of friends.
"Why are you being so nice? I've been such a bitch since you and your ex Beca moved here and called you guys dykes." Gwen seemed to be traumatized that she used such a sharp word. "You barely even know me and here you are, comforting the one girl who gave you such a hard time."
"Maybe we should change that." Stacie doesn't know where it came from and why, but it did. She was seriously asking this girl to hang out so they could possibly become…...friends? What the hell? "How bout we go out for some pizza tonight? I know a really good place by my house and we can start fresh. You down?"
Gwen, for the first time since Stacie arrived, curved a mouth splitting grin and Stacie, couldn't help but notice was an amazing smile the girl had. Wait…...what the fuck?
"I'd like that very much."
Fun note, the conversation Beca had with Stacie in the car was identical to one I had with my best friend. It sucks falling in love with your best friend but it takes two people to keep a relationship so if you both are willing, nothing will change and eventually, you'll move on.
Sadly, Steca is coming to an end (relationship wise) but there will be lots of other Steca moments in future chapters :) Also, steca oneshots are slowly in the process but again, I'm extremely busy and it's hard to update like usual. Just be patient for me :)
Homecoming is coming up and it's one you folks are dying to read ;) hint hint… Sexy times? More like awkward times for our favorite ladies ;)
Ooohhhhh, what's going to happen with Gwen and Stacie?! We will also find out next chapter ;)
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