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This chapter starts off with continued smut, not a huge chunk but a good amount. I don't want to write all the smut in one chapter so I space it out. There will be a lot more for those dirty little birds who want it, FYI ;)
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Rumors-Chapter 20: Birthday Bash
Chloe was on cloud nine. Several times, she had to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn't dreaming because everything was great. Perfect even.
"I can't believe you just high fived me after an intense orgasm like that." A smile creeped its way onto Chloe's mouth.
"I panicked." Beca admitted with a laugh, positioning herself so she was laying directly on the redhead's front, with her forearms on either side of the Chloe's head.
"You couldn't of just… I don't know…. Kissed me?" Chloe teased, earning an eye roll from her girlfriend. She didn't even care Beca just made their own handshake like athletes would do after playing a game. She thought it was adorable and such a Beca thing to do. Her hands were brushing against Beca's spine, tracing every curve on the girl's back.
"Well, when I have the girl I love naked right in front of me, things get a little foggy and my actions start to have a mind of their own."
"What?" Chloe asked shocked, realizing that Beca just used 'love' in the same sentence as her name without even a flinch. Did she hear her correctly? "What did you just say?" She wanted to make sure just in case her senses were playing some dirty trick on her.
Beca released a long sigh. "I guess I could've made this a little bit more romantic and less anti climatic but it's the truth." Chloe could see how Beca's eyes were avoiding hers and looking anywhere else, showing how nervous the girl must be. "All my life, relationships were something I was perfectly fine not being a part of. My dad would always ask me at the dinner table when I was going to bring someone over for dinner or when someone would wear my letterman jacket to my basketball games, claiming that she was mine and only mine. At first, I had hoped that someone would sweep me off my feet but the older I got, the less hope there was." Finally, Beca lifted her eyes to meet stormy blues with gleaming sapphires. "That was until you."
Chloe's heart felt as if it was about to burst through her chest and fly into the night's sky like a kid that just lost his balloon or a kite floating through a park. Feeling these overwhelming emotions, Chloe used her hands to bring Beca's body closer to her's- if that was even possible- just so she herself wouldn't float away.
"I know I'm not the most reachable person and more often than not, I stay to myself but being with you makes me want to change. To be a better person I guess." Beca scrunched her face with a shrug. "God this sounds so queer balls."
"No it doesn't." Giggling, Chloe felt Beca rest her forehead on her's and start to twist the red locks with her fingers. "Please go on."
"I guess what I'm trying to say, without all this extra fluffing is that, I love you Chloe. And I'm not one to believe in superstitions or anything but I think I've loved you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
The words repeated through Chloe's head like a broken record. Her heart was heavy but her body felt like a feather, and she was thanking the extra weight resting on her front side because she knows for sure that she'd probably end up floating away. And she doesn't want to do that. She wants to stay right here, with Beca, and she doesn't like to jinx anything but hopefully, for the rest of her life.
Taking that Chloe was in no hurry to respond, Beca's facial expressions began to shift and become worried that she might of said the wrong thing. Or maybe the right thing just at the wrong time. "Please say something."
Without a second passing, Chloe closed the distance between the two of them, pressing her lips gently onto Beca's and feeling the wave of panic and worry wash right off the brunette's body. "I love you too." She whispered, just long enough that she ghosted the words across Beca's lips before connecting their lips once again. And this kiss felt abnormally different-though was just like the previous millions that they've shared before. It felt like a seal to a million dollar contract, or catching the game winning pass in a tied football game. Chloe felt like she just won the lottery as her lips molded perfectly with Beca's, and knowing that Beca loved her and Chloe loved Beca back, the kiss felt real.
They were caught in the euphoria of the kiss, tongues dancing perfectly with each other, not realizing how heated it was soon becoming. Chloe gasped a quiet moan when her bottom lip was caught in between Beca's teeth and was given a gentle tug and felt a hand descend down her body until one of Beca's palms were filled with her breast. Chloe arched her back up into the touch and felt a roll from Beca's hips grind into her center. This action caused Chloe to whimper at the friction and could feel the smirk already beginning to form against Beca's lips.
Beca's fingers detached from Chloe's chest and began to migrate back down until Chloe grabbed her hand, stopping her movements completely, just before her fingers made it to Chloe's sensitive area. This made Beca confused at first but Chloe's coquettish smile was letting her know that the redhead had other intentions on her mind. "Don't spoil me." Taking control, Chloe used her arms to switch positions with Beca, making her hips fall perfectly into the space Beca's legs created for her.
Beca grinned from the new position and hooked her hand around Chloe's neck, bringing her down into another deep kiss. After getting a little taste, Chloe pulled away and quickly attached her lips to the underside of Beca's jaw, trailing soft kisses along the bone until she felt a sharp pulse throb against her mouth. Sucking on the area, feeling the beats through Beca's neck in her throat, she moved down until her mouth was meet with a hardened nub.
Slowly, she sucked on the skin and Beca's hands soon found their way to tangle into Chloe's red locks, urging her mouth to press closer. Beca was a writhing mess underneath Chloe and that only gave the redhead more confidence to suck harder. The moans escaping from Beca's mouth as her eyes were glued shut, neck arched back and thighs tightening around Chloe's hips whenever she'd grind their centers a certain way was almost too much for Chloe to handle.
Chloe retracted her mouth off Beca's chest but replaced them quickly with her hands as she took the chance to get a good look at Beca. "God you're beautiful." She cooed, scanning Beca's nude body with her eyes.
And Beca was about to reply, keeping her eyes shut tight but then, fingers began to hook around the only piece of clothing left on her body and then, the lacy material was pulled off slowly and down her legs and placed neatly by her side. Backing up and laying flat against her stomach with Beca's legs up and over her shoulders, Chloe started placing wet kisses along the inside of her thigh and doing the same with the other side. She could feel the shivers vibrating through Beca's body every time her mouth got close to the area Beca needed her most, lifting her hips slightly up, hoping Chloe's mouth would follow. Using her hands and smiling at Beca's eagerness, Chloe kept hold of the brunette's hips, keeping them in place.
Chloe felt bad for teasing as she remembered how miserable it felt when she was on the receiving end and not the giving. And maybe she was a little nervous about going down on Beca for the first time ever. She wanted to please Beca in the best way possible, like Beca did for her and maybe even go beyond that. But what if she was bad? What if Beca doesn't enjoy herself? Better yet, what if she is so bad at sex that Beca breaks up with her and finds someone else who can do the deed?
The possibilities are limitless.
Chloe felt Beca remove one of her hands from her hair and replace the spaces in between her fingers with Chloe's, who's were still holding Beca's hips in place. She lifted her head when she noticed she has been staring at Beca's area for what seemed like years and saw that Beca finally had her eyes open and was looking down with love and affection and a reassuring smile that melted Chloe's insides. It was like Beca knew she was nervous and wanted to make sure she knew that everything was going to be okay.
Chloe returned a smile back up at Beca and watched the way her mouth slightly gaped open, eyes beginning to shut again when her tongue brushed against her wet heat and the way her fingers tightened around Chloe's when the redhead grazed that same body part around and around Beca's sensitive nub.
First, Beca tasted amazing. This was something she definitely could get use to and quickly work its way up to becoming her favorite thing to do. Second, every last cry, moan, gasp, grunt, whatever, was so incredibly hot that it barely allowed Chloe to function properly.
If she were to guess, she'd never peg Beca as a vocalist during sex like Chloe was. Maybe a few throaty moans that increased in volume as she got closer to the edge but nothing like a scream. But hearing the way Beca's moans turn to cries every time she flicked her tongue up and down her slick fold and sucked roughly on the newly swollen nub gave her all the confidence in the world, letting her know that she was doing a pretty damn good job.
"Oh my god." Beca panted, her chest rising high and crashing back down to normal. Her cheeks were flushed and her bottom lip was snagged in between her teeth, sweat was misting against her collarbone and breasts from where Chloe could see and never did Beca look so jaw dropping. Removing her hand from Beca's hips, she decided to add a little bit more contact into the equation and gently, inserted a finger into Beca's heat.
"God Beca." Chloe purred, basically salivating at how wet Beca was and it was physically tearing her to shreds.
With her finger, she started off slow to have Beca get use it, not like she needed to because the brunette was more than ready. Chloe felt a hard tug on her hair with the hand that wasn't connected to her's when she conquered up the confidence to add another finger, not wanting to hurt Beca and couldn't help but groan at the pleasurable pain. By the sounds and moans becoming more frequent, Chloe knew Beca was on the verge of erupting. Knowing that, Chloe attached her mouth back onto Beca, tasting and loving the way the brunette's hips would match the movements of her tongue and rocked with her.
She kept a steady rhythm with her tongue and fingers that were pulsing into Beca and there was another sharp tug and a fist full of red hair before Beca released a breathless scream, arching her back up and towards the roof of her jeep and her thighs tightening around Chloe's head as her body began to convulse in pure bliss.
Chloe removed her fingers, slowly, knowing Beca was sensitive and helped the brunette come down from her high with small, feather like circles around her clit. When Beca calmed down and the tight squeezing of her thighs around Chloe's head began to loosen, Chloe gave the sensitive area one last peck before climbing up Beca's body until she was greeted face to face with Beca.
Her eyes were heavy when she managed to creep them open and sweat layered Beca's forehead, making pieces of her hair stick to her face.
Lifting her hand with a satisfied smirk in front of Beca's face, she waited for Beca to return the gesture. Beca wheezed out a laugh; more like a breathless pant before giving the redhead a high five, similar to what she did before. After, Beca hooked her hand behind Chloe's neck and brought her in for a deep kiss, allowing the brunette to taste herself on the redhead's lips.
Beca moaned at the taste because hell, how fucking hot is it that Chloe tastes just like her? She got one last taste before finally breaking the kiss. "God you're so good at that." Beca said, still a little winded. "I want to try that next time on you."
"Yeah?" Chloe purred with a sweet smile, staring intently into Beca's eyes and noticing how the moonlight made them somewhat sparkle. "How about now?"
Beca's eyebrows shot up to her hairline with an impressed look on her face. "Are you prepositioning me to round two?"
Chloe shrugged, leaning in to brush her tongue against Beca's bottom lip. "What if I am?"
"Then it'd be a shame and pretty rude to keep you waiting." And just like that, Beca was urging forward, connecting their lips together, this time a little bit more sloppy but who cares, and back to repeat what just went down.
Many times, she might add.
Beca awoke the next morning knowing it was destined to be a damn good day. After their night and multiple intimate sessions, Beca brought the both of them back to her house so they could sleep and have a relaxing Sunday just hanging out and pretty much having themselves a lazy day.
Sunday was her favorite day of the week, no questions asked but something was different with this one. The sun was bright; not a cloud in sight as it shined through the cracks of Beca's blinds. Morning coffee her dad would always make flooded through the house, top level all the way up to her room. Everything that usually woke Beca up on previous Sunday's happened. It wasn't until Beca tried to shift herself off the bed and got tripped up with the added weight on her left arm and a face full of a red mane laying on her chest when she realized why this Sunday felt truly blissful compared to all the others.
She took this time to study Chloe as it seemed like she was still in a pretty deep sleep and brushed her fingers across her face to push away the hair. Beca didn't know what was cuter. The way Chloe's nose would twitch every time Beca's fingertips would graze their way back across her cheekbone, or the way Chloe looked as if she were smiling because even in her sleep, unconscious and everything, she was still undoubtedly the happiest person in the world.
Maybe it was both.
Yeah. It was definitely both.
It was weird though-and totally not in the bad way.
More in the, "she can't believe this is actually happening" kind of weird way. How could it be possible for one person to flip Beca's life upside down-for the better that is- and every second of every day make her feel like she is living on cloud nine? Better yet, how in the world did she manage to get her hands on the one and only Chloe Beale? Whatever it was that helped her though, she is definitely not going to take advantage of it because whether she likes it or not, Chloe is stuck with her. That is until she gets sick of Beca.
Let's cross our fingers that that won't happen.
Deciding that it has to be pretty early still due to the fact that Stacie hasn't barged into Beca's room, bombarding her with questions about her night because that girl knows for damn sure that nobody wakes Beca up before noon, she quietly and smoothly retracted her arm out from underneath Chloe and rested her girlfriend's head gently on her pillow.
She smiled when a frown quickly emerged from the corners of Chloe's mouth at the lack of contact but soon enough, that faint smile was back once her head got readjusted into Beca's pillow and a contented sigh exited from her chest. Giving a peck to Chloe's cheek, Beca made her way down the stairs to join her dad for some coffee.
Once making it down the stairs, Beca caught a glimpse of Stacie and her dad putting pancake batter on the pan from around the corner and listening to some soft country in the kitchen's speaker dock.
Beca rolled her eyes with a smile because not only did Chloe poison Beca with her country music bullshit, she also affected her entire family. That redhead was like a virus.
A very, very, very...cute virus.
"Stace you put too much pancake batter in the pan." Warren chuckled, watching the whole bottom layer start to bubble with the tan colored dough.
Beca snuck her way into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "Messing things up already jumbo tits?" Beca made herself present and instantly, both her dad and Stacie turned to face her at the table.
Smirking like she knew something was up with Beca, Stacie dropped the spatula to let Warren fix the mess she made. "Messing things up? More like making things better Mitchell. This pancake is going to be bomb."
"Oh totally." Beca said sarcastically, peeking her head up from where she was sitting to catch a look of the quickly forming pancake. "It's about the same size as a tortilla."
"The bigger the better Becs." Stacie countered and Beca followed her eyes down to her chest where she was wearing just a black tank top and using her hands, she pushed up her boobs and made sure Beca understood exactly what Stacie meant.
Retracting her eyes with her infamous roll, "you're incorrigible Conrad."
"And you Beca, look like a whole new woman." Stacie moved her way over to the table and joined the brunette, one of her eyebrows heightened up suspiciously.
"I don't know what you mean." Beca tried to keep it cool but knew she wasn't doing a good job of it. She thought that maybe the way she felt this particular morning, how she was giddy and on the verge of smiling almost every time someone would say something or even do a simple action would be able to reside inside her body without making itself present but clearly, that wasn't the case.
Stacie scoffed. "Yeah right. No way would Beca Mitchell be up at-" Stacie glanced at the clock on the microwave so she could read the time. "-seven without a damn good reason."
"I have to agree with Stacie." Beca's dad added into the conversation, still working on the pancakes at the stove. He flipped over the gigantic pancake Stacie made-which was more of a challenge than he thought it would be, and placed it on the plate that already had quite a few of them already made and ready to be eaten. Turning around to face his daughter, he leaned his lower back on the edge of the counter and crossed her arms around his chest. "Also, you look different, more glowy and less gloomy."
"Oh thanks dad." Beca snickered but knew he was probably right. All Beca could do was think about what happened last night. How undeniably magical it felt and how it was hands down the best night of her life. She seemed to be in such a deep thought at aall the memories that she didn't even hear that Stacie was trying to talk to her and wasn't until the waving hand in her face brought her out of her daze. Shaking her head, "I'm sorry what?"
"Yep. I knew it!" Stacie said excitedly, nodding her head and leaving Beca and her dad confused as to what she was right about.
"What exactly are you talking about Stacie?" Warren asked, bringing over the plate of pancakes and began to start working on the bacon next.
"That glowy look on Beca's face is the look of someone who has just been deflowered."
And if Beca were to have a drink, preferably coffee at this time of day, she'd choke on it immediately after Stacie's blunt words but instead, her body managed on settling for saliva as she violently choked on her own spit.
"What?!" Beca shrieked, knowing Stacie did not just say that in front of her father.
"Deflowered?" Warren repeated confused with the newly used word. "You teenagers are going to have to enlighten me on this new high school lingo."
Beca didn't even think it was possible but that smile on Stacie's face grew about ten times its size and to the point where her mouth hung opened. "You totally porked Chloe!"
Oh my god this can't be happening
Beca hid her face in the palms of her hands, hoping that her embarrassment wasn't showing, but taking it that her face felt as if she stuck in on the stove instead of the bacon, she knew that probably wasn't the case.
"Porked? You know, after keeping my Facebook and Twitter, I still don't understand what all these slang words mean." Of course Beca's dad was still clueless about everything Stacie was mentioning-which now that Beca thinks about it, it was actually a great thing Stacie has the vocabulary of the urban dictionary. "Speaking of Chloe, is she still sleeping? I'd love the chance to actually meet this girl who has my daughter smiling like a goof."
Beca mentally thanked the heavens for her dad on changing the subject. She also realized that she wasn't getting out of this conversation Scott free with the mischievous look plastered on Stacie's face at the moment. "Yeah she's sleeping. Sorry we got home so late by the way. Kinda just wanted to go for a drive instead of a party."
"Oh a drive really?" Stacie said playfully and Beca knew what was coming next. "How was it? Did you ride Chloe's face or did Chloe ride yours?" And it was out before Beca could even blink or try to shut her friend up. Thank god Beca's dad was too busy frying the bacon to even hear the raunchiness in the comment. It wasn't that Beca wasn't able to talk to her dad about these things because if she was being honest, he'd be the second person to go to, after Stacie of course. But the feeling of the sex conversation was still new and the thought of Chloe walking down any second was something that was putting her on the edge of dropping the sex bomb on her dad.
Beca ignored Stacie's snickers, punching her in the shoulder on her way up and walked over to grab a cup of coffee. "Why don't we talk about Stacie's night shall we? How was the party? I didn't get a call from a random person, telling me that my friend is using one of the porch's beams as a pole and is slowly stripping off her clothes."
"Oh my god Beca that was one time!" Stacie groaned, now ignoring the laughs coming from Beca and her dad.
"Stripping?" A new voice entered the kitchen and Beca was in the middle of gulping down the coffee that she tipped too much of the mug and ended up burning the tip of her tongue and back of her lip when she was greeted with a sleepy-yet insanely gorgeous redhead in mid stretch at the kitchens entry way. "Seems like I'm missing a pretty interesting conversation."
And if Beca thought that Chloe couldn't get anymore beautiful, she retorts and smacks Beca full on in face the face with her disheveled hair that still seemed to be curled perfectly, one of Beca's t shirts that looks about ten times better than it has ever looked on Beca and a pair of black running shorts to show off her amazingly toned legs and couldn't help but remember that it was just last night, roughly around seven hours ago, when her face was snugly in between those toned legs.
Just the memory made Beca shiver.
"Oh it's nothing too interesting. Just Beca being an asshole." Stacie said with a shrug. " But damn Red, seems like you have the same glow as my good pal Beca over here. New makeup?" Stacie teased, implying something totally opposite of anything that revolved around cosmetics.
"Oh totes. I think the brand name was max climaxes. I received a ton last night from Beca but sadly, she doesn't have any more and even if she did, the color is only meant for me because well…...I'm her girlfriend and all." Chloe winked and Stacie's mouth, as well as Beca's, dropped at how secretly dirty Chloe's response was.
"Since when do you buy make up other than black eyeliner Bec?" Warren questioned surprised.
"Since last night and trust me, this brand is something to die for." Beca decided to join the fun with a dirty comment of her own and to see Chloe smirk from across the kitchen where she was standing. Stacie on the other hand, watched the gestures between the couple with an impressed grin on her face.
"I'm Chloe Beale by the way." She skipped her way over to Warren and held out her hand, waiting for him to take it. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Mitchell."
Taking the hand held out in front, Warren mirrored the gesture. "Nice to meet you Chloe but please, call me Warren. I hear enough kids calling Mr. Mitchell at my job."
Beaming a bright smile, just like always, Chloe nodded. "It's nice to meet you Warren."
"Likewise. I've heard quite a bit about you from this one." Warren switched his focus from Chloe to Beca who was now sitting at the table with Stacie.
"All good things I hope." Chloe decided to join the girls at the table but not before giving a good morning kiss to Beca. "Hey you." She smiled across Beca's lips and took a seat right next to her.
Even after a chaste kiss like that, it still left Beca a little hazy after. God, kissing Chloe is never going to get easier and honestly, she has no problem with that. "Good morning." Beca replied once she could focus again.
"All good things. Seriously, I can't get Beca to shut up once she gets on the Chloe train. You should pay her for how much she talks about you. She's like your sponsor." Beca's dad joked, earning a cute giggle from her girlfriend and feeling Chloe's fingers lace with her's.
Warren finished frying up the bacon and placed all the food together on the kitchen table. Grabbing a new and fresh cup of coffee for himself, he settled at the only open seat left at the table which was seated directly next to Stacie. "So, this whole twitter thing is pretty neat and all but I do have to ask about some more things I've been hearing around school. What is up with this hashtag the Sexy Stacys?"
It was Beca's turn to tease Stacie because she knew exactly what this hashtag meant. Ever since her and Gwen were seen at the pizza parlor, rumors were being spread around Barden about them dating and they even got their own couple name thing. "Yeah Stacie? What does that mean? It's all the school can really talk about." Beca knew she was playing dirty.
Stacie paused completely, thumbs freezing instantly from scrolling on her phone when she heard what Warren was talking about. Groaning, she clicked her phone off and huffed when her back hit the back of the chair. "It's nothing really. Gwen's last name is Stacy and obviously my first name is Stacie. People around school came up with the name 'Sexy Stacys'-" She used her fingers for emphasis. "-because if for whatever reason we were to get married and I took her last name, my new name would be Stacie Stacy. I know. It's pretty clever for Barden. It's not even the right spelling!" Stacie scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"So is Gwen your girlfriend?" Warren asked genuinely curious. "I thought you had a thing for Aubrey. What happened with that?"
"Dad…" Beca warned with wide eyes, trying to not let him push this conversation any further.
"No Becs it's fine." Stacie reassured and this was surprising to Beca. She knew how much of a touchy subject Aubrey was still for her friend and now she was actually okay with talking about it with her dad was a little weird. "I missed my chance with her, someone else made up for it. I'd give my right arm just to have that chance again but I'm afraid that isn't going to happen anytime soon. All that matters is we are still friends."
Chloe gave Beca a frown because she knew how much Stacie cared for Aubrey. They were basically perfect for each other;soulmates even and Beca didn't know how to make Aubrey realize what a better option Stacie was compared to home boy Luke. God did she hate that asshole.
"Anyways-" Stacie continued, resuming her attention back onto her phone. "Gwen and I are just friends. Really good friends….if you know what I mean." Winking, Stacie made herself a plate of food and began to dig in.
"Whoa whoa Stacie!" Beca rushed to speak, hearing what just came out of Stacie's mouth. "How was your night last night?"
"Yeah! I wanna know the steamy deets about the party and most importantly, Gwen." Chloe added with a couple raises to her eyebrow.
"Sorry ladies." Stacie grabbed her plate and got up from the chair. "This girl doesn't kiss and tell."
Beca barked out a laugh because Stacie was everything but a girl who kept her sexual encounters a secret. If anything and if she could, she'd make her own book out of all her experiences so hearing this was like seeing a pig fly. "Bull shit!" Beca yelled but not before Stacie was gone and already out of the kitchen. No way is she going to let this one down.
Aubrey was eagerly awaiting for Stacie to arrive in front of the auditorium since for Chemistry, there was going to be a live presenter doing a bunch of cool experiments and stuff or something like that. Honestly, Aubrey wasn't paying attention. She just knew that Wednesday, her class wouldn't be meeting in the lab room like they use to.
This wasn't the first time Aubrey slipped on giving her full one hundred percent attention on a lecture. Things have been steadily getting harder and harder for her to keep her mind Stacie free and back to normal with countless equations and formulas that no one but herself cared about. She didn't know why she was having such a hard time but knew the way Stacie has been acting around her wasn't helping.
Just like before when they first met, Stacie would be a little extra touchy with Aubrey whether it was in the form of sitting closer to her during lectures or grabbing her hand and keeping it there longer than expected when they would be doing experiments. It was things like that that made Aubrey's stomach coil, making her sorta miss what they had together before the whole deal with Beca and her happened. If someone were to ask Aubrey who her ideal person she'd go after would be- now including girls since she has officially declared and set in stone "bisexuality," she would hands down describe Stacie. She was smart-actually really fucking smart, jaw dropping in the beauty department, entertaining, could handle Aubrey and her ways any day of the week, had a heart bigger than an elephants and just hands down, the perfect significant other. Maybe that's why Aubrey couldn't get the taller girl off her mind. It only took for Stacie to be interested in someone else, that someone else being Gwen Stacy, aka, the worst human alive, to relive that Aubrey intentions of staying friends weren't exactly the right thing to do. And Aubrey is a very stubborn person. Probably the most stubborn but she can't deny when regret starts to stream through her body whenever she is greeted by Stacie's God given presence.
"Hey." Stacie appeared suddenly, snapping Aubrey out of her thoughts and startling the blonde standing in front of the auditorium doors.
Regaining her composure, especially after taking in the girl's outfit- which consisted of black jeggings, a Victoria's Secret long sleeve and high top Nikes, she gave a quick smile. "Wow. Fashionably late I see." Aubrey teased with a smirk.
Stacie rolled her eyes, opening the door for Aubrey to walk in and find a seat for them. "I know I know." She followed the blonde down the stairs until they made it to a row of empty seats. "I was looking for something that I kept hostage and I finally found it." Opening her backpack, Stacie pulled out Aubrey's jacket from the bonfire shew borrowed on the first day of school. Truthfully, Aubrey completely forgot about the piece clothing in the first place and also, it looked way better on Stacie anyways.
"Oh." Grabbing the item, Aubrey couldn't help but frown. "Uh, thanks." God it smells just like her. Aubrey thought to herself when she got a whiff of the perfume sprayed on the material.
"Yeah no problem." Stacie smiled, setting her backpack down on the floor. "Sorry it took so long for me to get it back to you. Truth is, I kinda didn't want to give it back."
And neither did Aubrey. Why did she feel as if she was re-breaking up with Stacie and this jacket was symbolizing some sort of promise ring that she was giving back? It stung really. Actually no. It fucking hurt like hell holding her once favorite jacket back into her pown hands when she'd rather see Stacie holding it.
Deciding to keep that thought to herself, she placed the jacket on the back rest of the chair next to her. "So, it's almost your birthday. Anything planned?" Aubrey remembered and actually praised herself for not forgetting since Stacie only mentioned her birthday once to her.
"You know, I really have know idea. It's on a Friday and in the hands of Beca Mitchell so anything could happen." Stacie snickered and pulled out her binder to take notes. "Last year, one, I don't even remember it and two, I had to be picked up from a outdoor park where I fell asleep in one of those tunnel looking things while Beca was passed out on the slide. It was fucking crazy."
"Oh my god!" Aubrey gaped at the story. Beca Mitchell was a party animal? Who the hell knew that? "You two are something else."
"I think we are pretty great." Stacie said, knowing damn sure she was right and Aubrey causally shrugged, playing it cool because she agreed.
Stacie's phone chimed off and Aubrey tried, maybe not as hard as she should've but tried to not be nosy and sneak a peek. Instantly regretting it because she could basically witness her skin forming to green when she read, "Gwen Stacy" with a heart on the girl's phone screen.
"How was homecoming for you and Gwen?" Aubrey asked, biting her tongue not to puke because of the jealousy or scream because of it as well. Either way, if something were to slip it'd be a hell of a show show and not the good kind.
Before Stacie could respond after she finished typing up her message to Gwen, the lights faded off and their teacher made his way onto the stage.
"Oh it's starting!" Stacie announced in an excited whisper, totally disregarding Aubrey's question.
She wanted to be upset about it because that's just the way she handled most and all things, but couldn't when she saw the excitement pour out of the taller girl's gaped eyes as she watched the teacher begin to start some experiments. Now, in this exact moment, Stacie and her interest in this school activity was seriously the hottest damn thing Aubrey has ever witness. She smiled at Stacie's concentration on the presentation and decided their conversation would resume later.
Sleep. This was probably one of Stacie's most favorite things to do when she wasn't busy doing a shit ton of school work. This is not including dancing, science- as weird as it may be, sex, foreplay, making out, eating, dancing and oh yeah, sex.
The week continued on uneventful and rather quickly and before she knew it, it was Friday morning, the last day of the school week and also, Stacie Conrad's eighteenth birthday.
There was a loud knock on her door and before she could even process a response in her head, the door swung open and a charging, tiny brunette came sprinting and jumped on the bed, right on top of Stacie's back. "Happy Birthday you grandma!" Beca cheered, ignoring Stacie's groans under all that surprisingly heavy weight for a five two girl.
"Becaaaaaaa." Stacie whined dramatically but was laughing when she heard Beca starting to sing the birthday song to her.
"HAPPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOUUUUU, HAPPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR GRANDMAAAAA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO YOU."
Finishing up the song, Beca gave mercy and leaped off the taller girl. She walked over to the window and swiped open the blinds so Stacie got a face full of melting sunlight. "Dad and I made you breakfast downstairs so get your jumbo tits up and ready so we can eat." Beca gave Stacie's butt a firm slap before walking to the door. "Also you have a present to open." She yelled from the hallway.
Stacie groaned at the light, throwing the sheets over her head to block the sun. It took a while, roughly around three minutes after Beca charged in like a tiny rhino before Stacie actually got up and ready for school. It was her birthday so it took a little longer to decided on an outfit because it was like handbook written material to look good as shit on their birthday. Finding her signature pair of white jeggings, along with some black heels and a fancy, dark blue tank top, she straightened her hair to perfection before making her way downstairs.
"Mmmmm it smells good guys!" Stacie said, getting a whiff of bacon, eggs, cinnamon rolls and coffee when she stepped foot in the kitchen. Beca and Warren were currently finishing up when Stacie took a seat in her designated chair at the table. All birthday's deserve the 'kings chair' at the table so Stacie felt pretty powerful sitting at the head.
Beca walked over to the sink counter and grabbed a small box with a bow on top. "You need to open your present."
Stacie reached for the box out of Beca's hand and tossed the girl a confused face. What on earth could be in a box this size other than jewelry which Stacie insisted on not getting anymore due to the fact that she has a ton already. Pulling off the bow first, Stacie slowly took the top of the box off and inside was a single pair of keys- car keys of some sort. "Uhhhh…." Stacie pinched the ring, holding the alarm box and key together in front of her face. "What is this?"
Beca didn't replied and instead, grabbed Stacie by the wrist and stood her up from the chair. She pulled the taller girl all the way over to the front door until it was open and in Stacie's line of sight was directly on a brand new, all white, Audi rs5 parked right out front by Beca's keep.
Any form of words Stacie wanted to used was sucked up in the core of her stomach, only allowing staggered breaths- heavy breathing one might say, to exit from her mouth when her eyes landed on this unfamiliar car. "W-what is that?" Stacie finally managed to wheeze out. Eyes still glued to the car.
"That is your brand new whip as the cool kids say."
Staci didn't know whether to laugh, cry, scream or maybe maybe all three. "B-but…." She started, volume almost nonexistent under her breath. The car was absolutely breathtaking. Literally. "How did you manage to afford this?"
Both of them migrated closer to the new vehicle, letting Stacie have an up close and personal look at her very new and very expensive looking car she now was the owner of. "Well, Dad helped out with half, I used some saved up money from my homecoming gig and lame summer job." Beca snickered, causing Stacie to do the same as she remembered Beca serving ice cream at a local frozen yogurt shop in Portland. She was the only one who could pull off an apron and still look adorably badass. "It was actually Gwen who picked a place for us to look since fun fact, her uncle I guess works for a dealership and gave us a deal."
This shocked Stacie. She made a mental note to text Gwen later and say thank you just in case she doesn't get the chance to see her today at school.
"I honestly can't believe you didn't know about the car. I could've sworn throughout the week I was giving it away." Beca said amazed while Stacie paused to reflect on the week.
Monday...
Stacie was sitting in Beca's jeep, waiting for her friend to come outside so they could go to school. Hearing the front door close, Stacie lifted her eyes from her phone and saw a tiny brunette scrambling to the car.
"You look a little flustered Becs." Stacie teased with a laugh when Beca opened the driver's side door and sat down with bags under her eyes and hair tangled in a mess.
"I was up all night looking at stuff." Beca huffed, turning on the jeep and starting to drive. "Totally irrelevant and definitely not hinting towards anything but if you were to choose a color car what color would you get?"
Stacie thought the random question was a little odd since it was so out of the blue but she didn't think much of it because it was Beca and Beca always thought of the weirdest things at the weirdest times. "Uhhhh, I don't know. Probably white. It's super classy I think."
"Hmmm." Beca hummed in response, casually. "Okay cool." And then turned up the music to her jeep, leaving Stacie to sit and wonder what the hell just happened.
Oh well.
Wednesday…
"Stacie!"
Turning around from walking down the hallway, Stacie was greeted by Beca jogging up next to her. "What's up Becs?" She said with a smile.
"Nothing really." Beca gasped, who shockingly, a little winded from the jog up to Stacie. "I have a question."
"Shoot."
"If you were to choose, would you pick a truck, SUV, or a car?"
Well, there goes another spur of the moment question. Stacie angled her head to the side. "Even though I love your jeep, I want to stick to the car gang. I feel like I wouldn't be a good enough driver to park a big truck." Stacie admitted with a laugh. It was true. She used Beca's jeep for her permit test, (she got it a little later than Beca) and failed the parking section of the test due to not being able to see over the dash. It's crazy how she was basically half giraffe and Beca could see better than she could.
"Okay cool." Beca noted and Stacie wanted to ask why the sudden question but the brunette was gone and out of sight before she had the chance to do so.
Thursday morning…
Stacie was working on some last minute homework for physics that was due today when she felt her phone vibrate on the kitchen counter. It was only her that was awake since it was pretty early and really didn't think it would be Neca who would be texting her at this time. At least she thought the message would be from Aubrey who was also doing the homework they forgot about.
Tiny Best Friend :)[6:25 am]: What's your favorite model?
Stacie Conrad [6:26 am]: Candice Swanepoel ;) hottyyyy!
Tiny Best Friend :)[6:27 am]: no… Not Victoria's Secret angels. I meant like car models. Chevy, dodge, ford, eclipse…
Stacie Conrad [6:28 am]: I know what car names mean Beca -_- but I personally love Audis.
Stacie was eagerly awaiting a quick text back, just like the other ones she recover from Beca but after ten minutes, she still heard nothing back.
It was weird but Stacie seemed to toss that thought and get back to her physics.
Present Day…
"Oh it all makes sense now." After connecting all the puzzle pieces and hints given by Beca throughout the week, it made sense why Stacie was standing in front of her dream car. "Beca…seriously I'm speechless. Thank you." She said, facing Beca. It was time for the tears to start filling her eyes but not full enough to let them fall.
"No problem." Beca replied with a shrug. "It was about time you finally got your own car. I'm sick of letting you use my baby." Beca teased, nodding her head over to her jeep right next to Stacie's. "Now come on. Let's eat and your ass is driving us to school today."
"This is really cool Bree." Chloe complimented as she walked into the kitchen after finishing getting ready for her Friday classes.
Aubrey was in the kitchen of the Beale's house, along with Clay and Chris who were, surprisingly, helping the girl clean dishes after completing a birthday cake made specifically for Stacie. After a night's battle with multiple ideas of the perfect gift for Stacie, Aubrey took Chloe's idea of baking her a cake and surprising her during their first hour together. It was actually pretty perfect, Aubrey might add as she put her hidden baker talents to use and made a cake to die for that had a bunch of silly chemistry jokes and equations that Stacie always used on her. She also insisted on putting bunch a crunch on the outer chocolate frosting, claiming that it was Stacie favorite candy and who could honestly go wrong with extra chocolate?
Applying the last fist full of chocolate, Aubrey stepped back to get a good look at the cake. "Do you think she will like it?"
"Like it? I think she'll love it!" Chloe grinned wide, making sure Aubrey knew how honest she was being. "Do you want to make me a cake next? I'm pretty sure you can sign up and win in the next Cake Boss show."
A snicker emerged from Aubrey as she handed the boys more dishes to clean and washing her hands in the sink to get rid of all the stickiness. Baking was probably one of Aubrey's guilty pleasures but damn was it messy.
"Is this Stacie girl having a party?" Chris asked, cleaning the last pan and handing it over to his brother so Clay could dry it.
"Yeah and if she is, we are so invite." Clay added.
"I honestly don't know what the plan is with Stacie. I'll talk to Beca when I see her. I guess she is in charge of the whole day." Grabbing her backpack off the table as well as her keys, Chloe headed over to where Aubrey was to help with the cake. "Let's go see the birthday girl!"
Chloe drove them to school and was waiting on the parking lot for Beca and Stacie to arrive so they could all walk in together. The both of them already set up Stacie's usual desk with balloons, decorations and the cake set perfectly on top with the help of Aubrey's physics teacher who let her and Chloe in early. All that was needed now was Stacie.
"Where are they?" Chloe asked when she looked at the clock and it read ten minutes till class. This was the ideal time Beca would be pulling in so not seeing the two of them yet was odd.
Aubrey was just about to send a message to Stacie until she caught a slight glimpse of two girls in an unrecognized vehicle pulling into the spot next to them- exactly where Beca would always park. Instead of seeing the Beca's usual black jeep-which they had their eyes on the entire time, they were greeted with an all white Audi.
"Oh my god." Aubrey said, mouth gaped as she witnessed who was getting out of the car. "That's Stacie."
"No way!" Chloe got out faster than lightning and made her way over to Stacie and Beca, screaming happy birthday and giving Stacie her own gift. It wasn't much but knowing Stacie loved Victoria's Secret, she gave her a gift card so she could spend it on whatever.
"Awe thanks Chlo." Stacie took Chloe's gift and leaned in for another hug.
Aubrey got out soon after with a smile and tried not to pass out when she saw how incredibly great Stacie's legs looked in those white jeggings and not to mention boobs. God, Aubrey tried not to stare. She never had this hormonal teenage boy problem when it came to finding some else attractive but then Stacie comes along and makes it physically possible for Aubrey to breath every time she is with the girl.
"Happy birthday Stacie." Aubrey reached up to hug her, also a little longer than Chloe's but she wasn't complaining.
"Thanks babe." Stacie nuzzled her face in the devot of Aubrey's neck and just that gesture made goosebumps form along Aubrey's skin.
Breaking away, Chloe took a glance at Stacie's new ride. "I'm assuming this sexy thing is yours?"
"Yup." Stacie made sure to pop the 'p' and jingled her keys in front of Chloe's face. "Beca got it for me and also her dad."
"That's true but we never would've found a car this nice at such a reasonable price if it wasn't for Gwen." Beca admitted and everyone but Aubrey smiled at this new information. Instead, Aubrey clenched her teeth behind her lips, felt her blood boiling with anger in her gut that she felt a knot forming in her throat and squeezed her fists so tight that her nails were seconds away from puncturing the area. Who in their right mind buys someone a car when they've only known them for a couple weeks? Okay, she didn't buy the car for Stacie but she helped Beca and Warren find a place- which in Aubrey's eyes is pretty damn close.
"Yeah I really need to find her after first hour so I can thank her." Stacie noted to herself. "You ready to go to class Bree?"
Aubrey was so caught up in her rage that Stacie had to say it twice before she finally heard her. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Aubrey nodded. "Yeah for sure."
"Cool." Stacie said with a smile. "Thanks again for the gifts guys. I love you both."
"No problem." Beca and Chloe said together as they linked hands. "By the way, Stacie is having a birthday party at our place tonight so you guys are coming." Beca informed the group.
"A party? Since when?" Stacie asked confused. They never talked about this.
"Don't worry I have everything planned out. Dad said a few people can swing by since he left this morning to drive to Florida for some weird old guy band with his friends and won't be back till Sunday night. I told Barden to spread the word and since they are so good with rumors, it will be out in no time."
"Okay!" Stacie seemed excited now and honestly, so was Aubrey. It would be nice to let loose and have some fun especially with Stacie.
"In the words of Meek Mill-" Beca started, ready for Stacie to finish.
"Welcome to my house party. Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room." Stacie sang with a smirk and Aubrey could tell right there that this was going to be one hell of a night.
Once splitting from Becs and Chloe, Aubrey and Stacie made it to their first hour and immediately, Stacie was almost brought to tears with Aubrey's gift. She said that nobody has put so much thought into a gift and made it actually from the heart. Feeling on top of the world with Stacie's response to her gift, it was soon crushed when after first hour, Gwen was waiting outside of the physics classroom holding some flowers and a basket full of Stacie favorite things.
The bitch even had bunch a crunch in there.
After that, well besides the whole love fest Gwen and Stacie were undoubtedly in, Friday's classes went by pretty quick. It wasn't her best Friday's which sucks because Friday's are her favorite but seeing Stacie and Gwen killed her vibe. Just seeing them together and how Gwen was basically the mastermind behind the luxurious new ride gift made Aubrey want to put her hand in mud and slap her across the face. Aubrey wasn't one for violence but she honestly considered the possibility of jail when in came to Gwen Stacy and was a hundred percent okay with it. She also never thought of herself as a jealous person but neither did she think she'd be gay. Crazy how things flip.
On a positive note, Aubrey ended the week with absolutely no homework, leaving her the weekend stress free and full of random activities- which tomorrow might be a stay in bed type of day, especially with this Beca Mitchell/Stacie Conrad birthday bash thing they are hosting at their house. With the stories Aubrey has heard from the two, they sure are about to let their freak flag fly.
Aubrey was already mustering up a lie to tell her father because she honestly thought he would never let her go to a party knowing there would indeed by alcohol involved. Turns out though, the mention of Stacie's birthday made him a little bit more flexible and she didn't even have to lie. He just gave her the usual "be smart. Don't drink and drive," and the, "text me when you are there and when you make it to Chloe's" since Aubrey said she'd be spending the night with her. He even seemed okay with Aubrey having the slight possibility of drinking and it was all because it was with Stacie. How her father liked Stacie so much was beyond her, not that she's complaining. Actually, it warms her heart to no other.
In her room, she was deciding on an outfit to wear to Stacie's party and also keeping in mind that Gwen would probably be there too so, that meant three things. One, dress hot. Two, dress even hotter and three, be the hottest damn chick dressed in that entire house.
While searching her closet for some clothes, Aubrey heard a knock on her door, causing her to pause and answer to whoever was there.
She should've known it was Chloe who was the culprit as she was always known to be the early bird to every damn occasion, claiming that, "if you're early, you're on time, if you're on time, you're late and if you're late, you'll pay." Aubrey guesses that Chloe got sick of running laps around the track during cheer practice because she was always late. Doing what you ask? Aubrey will never know.
"Why am I not shocked you're almost an hour early to pick me up?" Aubrey opened the door, showing Chloe who was dressed and dressed to impress. Rocking a light blue denim jacket with a navy tank top underneath and to finish with a grand finale, a pair of white jean shorts and wedges, Chloe posed for the blonde's approval.
"I have one question." Aubrey eyed Chloe's outfit head to toe and received a nod from Chloe to ask away. "With a body like that, you can get literally anyone. Why the hell did you settle for a four foot midget with ear monstrosities that is part raccoon?"
"Oh shut up Bree." Chloe giggled, slapping Aubrey in the arm as she passed her so she could sit on the bed. "I know you secretly like Beca and not only is she super attractive, the orgasms she gives are to die for." Chloe gave Aubrey a wink to finish her sentence and received a face of disgust in return. "To answer your question of course."
"So the hobbit popped your cherry huh? I'm a little sad that it has been a whole week and you haven't told me anything especially if it's losing your virginity!" Aubrey tried her best not to sound too offended. She knew Chloe was busy with other stuff and didn't always have the time to sit down and have a conversation. Even Aubrey was stuck with school work or student council so it makes sense why she is just now hearing about it. "Did it hurt? I heard it hurts."
"Well technically, she didn't pop anything since that's more a penis in vagina type thing but she was gentle. Super gentle." Chloe said with a smile, still not over the after feeling aroma.
Aubrey headed back to her closet to find the perfect outfit. "Okay, sorry I asked but that's enough sex talk for one night."
Laughing, Chloe got up from the bed to help Aubrey scavenge through her closet. "Is Luke coming?"
"He cheated on me." Aubrey was quick to answer matter of factly. There was a long pause of silence where Aubrey didn't say anything and actually, she didn't even really move. "I broke up with him." Was all she said
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the redhead pause what she was doing and twist her body so she was now facing the blonde. "Aubrey.." Chloe's voice was weak and Aubrey knew she was trying to be soft with her tone, not knowing if Aubrey was still fragile or if she would break down in tears at any moment. But that wasn't the case. Yeah, maybe it hurt reading those messages from some Ashley chick that went to Barden who which no surprise now, was secretly getting it on behind her back when he was supposedly, 'sick' but it was the pain of a bee sting. The initial impact was painful, stung like hell but the aftermath was as if it didn't even happen at all. Just a little red.
"I'm okay Chloe." Aubrey spoke quietly and even though her voice didn't sound so sure at the moment, she spoke the god honest truth.
"When?" Chloe asked curiously but also concerned.
"Homecoming night I oversaw him having a conversation with some girl that didn't sound familiar. Didn't think much of it because I don't want to be that clingy girl that doesn't allow my boyfriends to be friends with other girls." Aubrey explained. "Come the next day, he said he was staying home, saying he got food poisoning or whatever. So, being the caring person I am, I drove over to his house to surprise him but the only person surprised was me when an unfamiliar car pulled up to his house and guess who it was?"
"Luke." Chloe answered, a frown forming on her face.
"Bingo."
"Why didn't you tell me? It was a week ago and maybe I should've noticed that Luke wasn't in choir anymore but only now can I put the pieces together."
Now, Aubrey felt guilty. Chloe was her best friend and for anything else, she would've stopped everything she was doing and drive straight over to her house and tell her but this she didn't have an exact answer to why she didn't do that. Maybe it was because she never been cheated on before and the feeling of betrayal was new. Or maybe it was partially because her feelings towards Luke wasn't something to freak out over. She cared about him yes, a lot, but she cared about a lot of people.
"I'm sorry Chlo. I just….-" Aubrey started, running her hand through her hair. "I don't have an exact answer for you but I just want to let you know I'm okay."
Chloe was hesitant at first but eventually, she responded with a nod and a small smile. "Then let's find you something good to wear. You have a tall drink of water to impress tonight."
Aubrey raised an eyebrow, watching Chloe dig through shirts hanging up. "I beg your pardon?"
"Don't worry Bree. Secret is safe with me." With a wink, Chloe picked out a shirt and walked over to the bed to let it hang, leaving Aubrey wit no other choice but to leave the conversation where it is.
It's not like Chloe wasn't right…
An hour later….
Chloe ended up picking the perfect outfit for Aubrey that wasn't too slutty but slutty enough to look hot as shit but also classy. The outfit consisted of a teal crop top that showed off all the years of running, exercise and yoga into her toned abs and a torn, black pair of daisy Dukes to finish the touch. Deciding on a similar pair of shoes, Aubrey chose black wedges, giving her calfs the extra tonnage.
"How do I look?" Aubrey asked, fixing her curled hair (thanks to Chloe) in the mirrors on the outside of Chloe's car. Standing up straight with her arms held out and turning a 360 degrees, Chloe examined her current appearance.
"Aca-amazing!" Chloe gushed with a clap to her hands, proud of all her work to turn operation, "make Aubrey the hottest chick at this party" a success.
The music was already booming through the house and the girls were even down the street. Also, there was a lot of people attending Stacie's party but really, it wasn't all that surprising since Beca and her basically ran the hallways of Barden. Who knew being gay would turn you into the president.
Seeming like Chloe was telling the truth, Aubrey gave one last look in the mirror before smiling. "Let's go."
They walked to the house, hearing the bass vibrate the walls and windows and seeing all sorts of drunken teenagers storm around the area. For it being only 11, people were already getting turnt.
"We need to get on their level." Chloe said, eyeing a couple of students who were currently shotgunning a beer in the front yard. The students were hopelessly drunk and Chloe even swore one was about to either pass out or puke.
Maybe both.
Chloe and Aubrey didn't even bother on knocking before entering the house. It just made sense not to because the music was so loud, probably nobody would hear anyway. Also, Chloe was dating one of the people who lived here so it made sense not to knock.
The inside of the house was seriously overcapacity of the house even had one. People were shoulder to shoulder and it was muggy and smelt like sweaty dancing bodies. There was also a hint of weed in the aroma as Aubrey caught once walking through the front door. As for being friends with probably the most popular girls at school and also, dating one, Chloe and Aubrey were instantly swarmed with hugs and drunkened greetings from everybody as they tried to move through the crowd.
It was all sort of overwhelming. Aubrey has only ever been to one other house party in her life and that was at Bumper's house. There wasn't nearly as many people, nor alcohol, but on the plus side, there wasn't any cops…...yet. Hopefully there wouldn't be any fences in Aubrey's future to jump over.
Following closely behind each other, they made it to the kitchen where it was less busy and luckily, where all the booze was.
"Do my eyes deceive me?" Chloe and Aubrey turned in unison to the added voice joining them in the kitchen even though clearly, they both knew who it was. "Aren't you the hottest southern belle my eyes have ever seen." Beca exposed a predatory smirk as her eyes landed on Chloe's frame.
Aubrey could basically feel the butterflies flap through Chloe's stomach, the way her voice hitched in her throat letting Aubrey know how dry it became as she was presented by Beca's image. It wasn't anything new that Beca tried on. Just a simple white and black flannel with a black tank underneath and a pair of black jean shorts. The only thing that was newly added was the SnapBack placed on Beca's head but even that wasn't too surprising.
"Hey baby." Chloe purred, lifting her arms to hook around Beca's neck when she got in the distance to do so. "On a scale from 1 to drunk, where are you at?" Chloe knew the answer already and if it wasn't for the vodka smell oozing out of Beca's mouth, it was the droopiness in her eyes and the slur in her words that gave it away that Beca Mitchell was in fact, wasted.
"I'm solid." Beca said with a shrug, regaining her composure. "At the most, tipsy."
"You sure?" Chloe teased and giggled when Beca tried her best to keep her balance and posture stiff as a board, not knowing that she wasn't doing a good job since Chloe was using most of her strength to keep her girlfriend up right.
"Positive." Beca was sure of her answer. "So positive that I think you need to get on this level."
"I agree but first-" Chloe leaned down to give-what was meant to be an innocent kiss, turned into a heated make out session right in front of Aubrey who on the other aspect, was ten seconds away from vomiting.
Figuring that the couple was in no rush to break apart soon, Aubrey made her way out of the kitchen to find Stacie so she could spend some much needed time together.
Aubrey was about to lose all hope when she saw how ridiculously hard it was to maneuver around the crowd until she saw the black haired beauty herself greeting some people by the speakers.
Aubrey leaned her back on the nearby wall and took in every curve and asset Stacie's outfit had to flaunt. Stacie caught her eyes when she looked up and beamed a cheeky grin when she saw who was finally here.
"You made it." Stacie greeted as she walked over to Aubrey. "Where's little red riding hood?"
"Where do you think?" Aubrey challenged and loving the way Stacie's mouth formed into one of those smirks that makes Aubrey's legs feel like jello.
"I have a hunch that she is currently attached to a tiny brunette's mouth."
"Your hunch is correct." Aubrey, as a reflex, moved in to hug the taller girl and as she was pulling away, she laced their fingers together. Figuring Stacie was okay with this since she didn't remove her hand from Aubrey's grip, she continued. "How's your birthday so far?"
"It's better now." Stacie's sinful tone didn't go unnoticed by Aubrey and she made sure to not let it show anywhere on her body what effects the tone did to her.
"Yeah? And why is that?"
Stacie lifted her head to ponder for a while. "Maybe it's because my favorite blonde is here who is looking extremely sexy by the way-" Stacie complemented, her eyes lowering down Aubrey's chest and legs and back up to meet emerald. Aubrey had to hide the cheer of victory on her winning choice of outfit and keep it to herself. "-and ready to give me some birthday body shots." Stacie leaned down to whisper the last part in Aubrey's ear, totally not realizing that her voice was powerful enough to put the blonde in a coma. "Did I mention I get to chose where the shots get placed?" By the smell, Aubrey could tell Stacie has been drinking but it was nearly not as bad as Beca. It was probably because the girl was six foot and Beca was basically a certified midget.
Stacie pulled away and Aubrey could've sworn the girls eyes just turned two shades darker than they were before. She also could tell that their faces have been gradually migrating closer to each other, so close Aubrey could feel Stacie's hot breath spread across her lips. Hands that weren't placed on Aubrey's hips were all of a sudden there and bringing both bodies in as close as they could go while Aubrey's, unknowingly, stayed wrapped around Stacie's neck. All one had to do was move, just a centimeter and they'd be kissing and God did Aubrey miss Stacie's lips. How they were so soft and always tasted like cherries. And how gentle but also forceful Stacie could quickly shift when her tongue was added into the equation.
Enough was enough. Aubrey needed to feel Stacie's lips on her's right this instant or she was afraid she'd combust. Even she knew Stacie felt the same way which gave her that extra push to start leaning in.
"Stacie!"
A voice interrupted Aubrey actions , causing her to stop just as their lips were ghosting over each other.
"Sorry it's Gwen." Stacie apologized and before Aubrey knew it, her hands were back to being draped at her sides and that added warmth against her body was gone. She turned to follow the direction where Stacie was headed and only saw the last part which was enough by itself. It was indeed Gwen calling for Stacie and once Stacie was next to her, Gwen dragged Stacie's body into what looked like a study and closed the door when both of them were in.
Aubrey felt sick. She felt pissed and also, she felt sorta heartbroken. It was nothing like how she felt when she found out Luke was cheating on her. It actually felt worse. Her mind knew exactly what was going on on the other side of that glass door but did she want to know? No, but that didn't let her imagination get the best of her. The only way she knew for sure that would fog up her mind, stopping all these visuals of Stacie and Gwen was alcohol. A shit ton of it. Making her way into the kitchen, she poured herself a shot, and another one… and another one….and another one, almost to the point where she lost count.
It didn't take long for Aubrey to go from buzzed to tipsy to drunk to wasted and when she found herself outside on the back porch where no one else was, she let herself find the nearest single guy and begin to make out with him. Not because she wanted to because clearly, she wanted Stacie. It was because Stacie didn't want her and the only way to not think about Stacie is to think about someone else.
She didn't know who she ended up choosing for the lucky pick of a steamy make out sesh but that didn't matter. Her vision was cloudy, she could barely walk straight and her eyes definitely had on liquor goggles. Whoever she picked was an alright kisser. Nothing to jump up and down about. The guy kinda tasted like beer and Aubrey thought beer was revolting, but other than that he was pretty skilled. He wasn't Stacie skilled and didn't taste quite as delicious as Stacie did but he would do. For now.
She was so caught up in devouring this random guy's mouth that she didn't even feel the extra presence behind her watching the whole thing go down.
"Aubrey?" She heard this but wasn't really sure. The music was still really loud-even though they were in the back yard and students were laughing outside and their conversations were overly obnoxious. With that, she continued to keep her mouth attached and to dominate this guy's mouth with her tongue.
"Aubrey." This time, there was no way Aubrey didn't hear it. The voice was stern and kinda scary if she was being honest. Retracting her mouth back, after finding out that she just made out with Bumper and it was Stacie who was calling her name, her eyes stretched wide and immediately she felt the alcohol rising up from her stomach to her throat.
She jolted off of Bumper's lap and sprinted to the rocks that ran along the fence and puked up all the consumed vodka, tequila, whiskey and whatever was left that was in her stomach. Soon, as she was dry heaving into the gravel, a hand began to rub small circles on her back and her hair was pulled up. Once she was finished, she straightened her back and pulled her hands off her knees to find out it was Stacie behind her.
"Are you okay?" Stacie asked concerned, still running Aubrey's back and handing her some water to rinse her mouth.
Aubrey took the water and a quick drink before spitting it out on the rocks. "Yeah...I'm fine." She croaked out, obviously still hoarse from the puking. Images of Gwen flooded her mind again and before she knew it or could even stop herself, she jumped out of Stacie's hold and slammed the water bottle down on the rocks. "Actually no I'm not okay. Why are you here?!" Aubrey hissed, not realizing how harsh she actually sounded. If she was sober Aubrey, she wouldn't be talking like that, but this was a very intoxicated Aubrey, an Aubrey that she has never seen before so it was hard to stop anything from spilling out of her mouth no matter how bad it sounded.
Stacie was taken back by the sudden change in demeanor but kept her ground right next to Aubrey. "I was looking for you so we could hang out but turns out you were making out with Bumper." Stacie said, anger written all over her tone.
"Why do you even care?" Aubrey shot back with just as much anger. "You have Gwen now. Why don't you go back and be with your girlfriend instead of worrying about me. I can do whatever I want and whoever I want without your permission." Aubrey tried to walk away but her wrist was caught by Stacie and was pulled back into place with little effort. How drunk she was was seriously unbelievable and sight to see by itself.
"Gwen and I are friends. This whole dating thing that's going around isn't true. She actually has the hots for this girl in our physics lab, always has I guess, and she wanted me to hook them up since we occasionally talk. Yeah I took her to homecoming and we kissed but that's it. She was so far in the closest that she needed a little push to come out. There is honestly nothing going on between us." Stacie explained in more of a lighter tone, her hand still wrapped around Aubrey's wrist.
Aubrey scoffed, wanting to believe Stacie's words and hearing that clearly, Gwen liked someone else but being the queen of stubborn, it prevented her from doing so. The alcohol also wasn't helping. "Why don't you and blondie go back into the house, have some auhmaazzzing birthday sex and just leave me here. I'm perfectly fine." Aubrey slurred, swaying back and forth on her feet and on any other occasion, she'd be disgusted at how she was acting but her emotions were all of a sudden out in the open and every time she opened her mouth, word vomit would come spilling out. "I don't even know why you like her. Did you know she isn't even a natural blonde? She dyed her hair sophomore year and you know why?" Aubrey didn't continue and Stacie took it as she wanted an answer. So, she shook her head. "Because blondes do it the best! I do it the best!" Aubrey yanked her wrist out of Stacie's grip and up in the air for dramatic effect.
There was a moment of just silence between the two as they stared intently at each other, Aubrey heavy breathing due to the yelling and muffled music from the house pounding around them. It stayed like this for a bit until Stacie broke down laughing.
This was something Aubrey wasn't expecting. What she was expecting was more on the lines of Stacie leaving her once again-even though she told her to but clearly didn't want that to happen- and go back into the house so she could enjoy her party. The party that instead of getting her drunk off her ass with beer pong, body shots and whatever else, had her stuck outside, talking to Aubrey about absolute nonsense.
"Why are you laughing?" Aubrey scrunched her face, knitting her eyebrows confused.
Once Stacie stopped laughing, intentionally, she moved as close to Aubrey as she was able to get, linking their hands together. "You're extremely cute when you're jealous."
"Jealous?" Aubrey spoke as if she was offended. Actually, she kind of was but more in the sense she was in denial about it. "I am not jealous."
"Oh really?" Stacie wasn't budging. "I think you're jealous. Jealous of Gwen."
"Okay fine." Aubrey had enough lying. It was either now or never and with the help of liquid courage, she decided that now is the best time. "Maybe I am jealous. I'm jealous because you use to look at me the way you looked at Gwen Homecoming night and it made my heart hurt watching you two so happy. You're just so…. God you're just so perfect in absolutely every way possible and I had you! I had you all to myself and I was the happiest I've ever been and I threw all we had away because of my ego." If it wasn't for Stacie reaching out with her free hand and wiping away the tears that rolled down her cheeks, she wouldn't of known that she was crying. The alcohol made her whole face numb and couldn't even feel the wetness the tears brought. "You hurt me bad when I found out about Beca and you, and now that I think about it, it wasn't even that big of a deal but it was a big deal to me because I thought I could fall in love with you Stacie. I still do." Aubrey unknowingly, cried some more as Stacie wiped away all her tears with the pad of her thumb. "You get along with my dad, you care about school and have a fun personality, you're hot as hell-" Stacie snickered when she felt Aubrey's eyes trace her long frame. "-you're everything I look for in a partner and we will never have what we had again because I'm an idiot and ruined everything. I guess I deserved Luke cheating on me. Maybe it was karma."
"Whoa whoa." Stacie stood back, anger written all over her face as venom flooded her eyes. "Luke cheated on you?" She said through gritted teeth. Aubrey nodded her head and it was just the confirmation Stacie needed before she tried to storm off. "I'm going to kill him."
Aubrey caught up to Stacie and grabbed her hand, stopping the girl in her tracks. "No stop." Stacie listened and was able to cool her temperature down a bit to not look like she was three seconds away from ripping Luke a new one. "It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. All that matters is you. I don't want to go around school hearing rumors about your new eye candy unless it's me they're talking about." Aubrey admitted bluntly. "Call me selfish but I don't care. I want you Stacie."
Stacie was quiet for a few moments. "Damn, it's about time." Stacie was grinning and any last bit of regret, anger, jealousy, sadness was banished from Aubrey's body as she stepped in close to Stacie's embrace. She loved how Stacie was so tall and how she kind of just fit into her neck like a perfect piece to a puzzle.
"I think we should christen your new car." Any form of coherent and filtered sentences were thrown out the window as Aubrey's drunk scale hit an all time high. "Also, I think we should make out...right now." She said, pulling away from Stacie's neck so she could look at her.
Stacie barked out a laugh and brought Aubrey back into another hug. "God I want to kiss you so bad." She cursed out loud, hearing something within the lines of a whimper from the blonde or a grunt. Either way it was muffled due to Aubrey's face being smudged against her neck. "But you just puked and sorry, that won't do. As for the car idea, let's wait until you aren't white girl wasted and hell yeah let's do it. But right now, we need to clean you up."
"You're so good to me." Aubrey slurred with a sloppy smile. Her vision wa spinning and Stacie's intoxicating perfume wasn't helping her focus.
Stacie placed a soft kiss to Aubrey temple and took her hand, leading them over to the screen door. "Let's get you up to my room and ready for bed. You're so staying here drunky."
Yayyyy! :) Luke is officially out of the picture and Staubrey is back in action. What did you guys think? I love hearing what you have to say so drop a review and let me know :D hopefully it wasn't too long xp
Next chapter, I'm going to kinda do a time jump to the end of October/ the start of basketball season for Beca. A new character is going to make an appearance and it's going to be a good one. Hints; is it going to be an ex of Beca's? Ex of Chloe's? Stacie's parents? Or Beca's mom? DUN DUN DUNNNN
Till next time lovelies,
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