Rumors

by omACAgee

Jealousy, booze, romance and sex are basically what sums up high school but rumors? Yeah, those are inevitable no matter where you go. When Beca and Stacie move to Atlanta for their senior year, will they be able to escape the words spreading around the school by their peers or, have to give into the rumors just to survive the Hell hole? (High School AU) (Steca for a little...)

30. Birds and The Bees

Meh, this story has been a little too quiet for me, unlike before and I haven't really had the motivation to write anything new, so I hope this chapter will get some inspiration out.

(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT)

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Rumors-Chapter 30: Birds and the Bees

Ever feel your heart physically sink to the the very bottom pit of your gut and you start to gasp for any bit of air possible until heaving breathlessly is your final and only option?

Well if not have no fear, Beca has and she was experiencing that very feeling right this second after just being informed that she, in fact, didn't get accepted into Santa Barbara.

How this was even possible was beyond her and then some.

Her ACT score was adequate, same with her SAT; it wasn't anything huge like Stacie's or Aubrey's was, even Chloe got a point or two above her. But still, the ACT score she received met above requirements and even was considered above average as far as looking into Barden's test scores. Community service, however, was a little low and that section of her application wasn't as filled as Chloe's was, but extracurricular activities, choir and basketball made up for it.

She had the grades- God, she had the grades; at least the 3.0 average the school was looking for. She made sure of it, trying her damn hardest in school these couple months to achieve those grades.

And after all the hard work, she ended the semester above their requirements and that was with a 3.6. Still, however, she was regret and right now, she didn't know whether to be straight baffled, heart broken, pissed the fuck off, or utterly wrecked about not getting in.

So, she chooses all three, and now she didn't know if she was going to burst out wailing, throw up, or punch the nearest wall in sight.

"I can't," Beca stopped short, shaking her head in utter disbelief about the whole situation. She's been rejected before; that's nothing new. Thanks to basketball and trying out for club teams over the summer and camps, she had heard her fair share of "no's" along the way during her eighteen years.

But this?

Fucking Christ, this one hit home and stung like an absolute bitch.

"I can't believe I didn't get in," Beca finished her previous sentence, choking out the words and they all felt dirty and tasted like sour bile mixed with failure. "I'm so pathetic," she chuckled this out, but there was really nothing in the slightest funny about it. If anything, she was hitting her breaking point into a brick wall, just about to blow with endless craziness like Britney Spears did, minus the shaving of head. "Chloe's going to meet some super hot, super tall and probably really tan California guy, who no doubt surfs during his class breaks and they're going to fall hopelessly in love and here's me, back in Atlanta, being a complete loser and studying at some….community college ifthey're willing to take such a disgrace like me."

Stacie turned around from where she was standing at the sink, face blank as she only blinked dumbly at Beca after she just word vomited a mouthful. "Oh my God," Stacie breathed out, jaw hanging to the floor and practically touching above her chest. "That was thee most dramatic thing I've ever heard in my entire life, and I watch the E! Network!" She deadpanned.

Beca groaned, throwing her forehead into the kitchen table, slamming her fist down multiple times for extra measures to add to her dilemma. "This isn't a joke, Conrad! If you haven't noticed already, my girlfriend is extremely good looking," Beca paused mid sentence, looking up from where her head was laying down and saw Stacie's mouth open, ready to speak her word and wearing a devilish smirk. "Don't answer that," Beca countered regrettably and Stacie just shrugged her shoulders innocently, zipping her mouth closed. "Boys and probably girls are going to try and get at her."

Stacie shook her head, though Chloe's looks plus personality will draw in anybody with a pair of eyes. "She's also so madly in love with you that it's kinda nauseating, but in a sweet, adorable type of way."

" Shit . How am I supposed to tell her?" Beca asked in all seriousness. It's one thing accepting the fact that she is a loser, but to admit it to someone else, especially if that someone else is the love of her life. Yeah, that's when thing can get a little sticky. "Can I like, see the letter for...like...myself or whatever," Beca stammered out, embarrassed as her main emotion through this whole situation. The last thing she wanted to do is read the words out loud, knowing how painful it was just hearing them come from Stacie.

Stacie gave her a hesitant look, seeing if Beca was actually serious about reading the letter and when Beca waved her forward to pass over the letter, she released a defeated sigh and slid the crisp white letter over the countertop, still bent awkwardly from being tugged away in the envelope.

Beca took a deep death before picking up the letter for herself, half not really wanting to read it and the other half needing to know for herself. Feel the impact of this brutal punch head on.

Stacie gave her a reassuring nod, and comforting gesture that gave Beca an extra little push. With one eye open and the other one just barely squinted open, she flipped around the letter in her hands until black, Times New Roman font letters were printed for her to read.

Her heartbeat was in her throat by this time, not like it wasn't before she even picked up the letter and her palms were an extra layer of sweaty than they have ever been before. She had an uncomfortable clench in her stomach that was boreline making her want to puke and her nose had this constant prickle that was causing major watering going on in her eyes with nothing able to stop the pooling tears.

All those feelings, however, turned right around; one eighty style when instead of reading the rejecting words that went on for paragraphs as to why she didn't get in, she read the first word typed in the entire letter and almost screamed bloody murder when it was a "congratulations."

"Stacie!" Beca screeched, all the weight off her shoulders, but then came all the oxygen back into her body and she suddenly felt like she was going to hyperventilate and then pass out. "You bitch! Unless you've turned complete dummy on me and can't tell the difference between a congratulation letter and a rejection, you fucking lied!"

Stacie kept her posture unfazed and pretty neutral as she walked around the table, cheese stick from her lunch just dangling out of her mouth. Taking a peek over Beca's shoulder and using her index finger to underline each individual word, "huh," she hummed casually, reading the letter for the second time. "Well I'll be darned. I could've sworn that said you didn't get in."

Beca threw the letter across the table and pushed Stacie away with all her might, who was now laughing uncontrollably that she played a dirty trick on her best friend, who she also knew was extremely vulnerable about this topic. Beca punched and slapped every area on Stacie's amazon body, getting out all her anger that she was tricked into believing she didn't get into Santa Barbara and was so close to having a heart attack it wasn't even funny, but needless to say, she was more than stoked hearing that she'd be attending the same college as Chloe.

"You're the biggest dick…..in the history of dicks," Beca breathed out winded; her actions and smacking Stacie silly now subsiding. "I can't believe I kissed you."

Stacie barked out a laugh, head lolling backwards to the ceiling as her neck muscles bobbed up and down in her throat and she used her insane height to swing an arm around Beca's shoulders, bringing her so undeniably close into her body they were basically Siamese twins. " Correction , we made out and you loved every second of it."

Beca tried her best pushing away from Stacie's hold, but the girl had a lot of inches on her and she was sitting at an awkward position on the kitchen stool. So, she gave into the hug, wrapping her arms around Stacie's slim torso and felt all the emotions hit her at once, causing her to start tearing up.

"I'm proud of you, babes," Stacie whispered while placing a soft kiss on top of Beca's head and this time it wasn't in any way, shape, or form teasing, or hinting playful. She was being sincere, and it didn't help with Beca's hurricane of emotions rushing through her, so she just cradled her face into Stacie's warm embrace, hiding her true emotions away from the world.

They soaked in the silent celebratory to Beca's acceptance; Beca eventually got a hold of herself to pull away from the hug and wiped away the few shed tears she just couldn't keep in. Throwing back on her bad assery armor to hide her previous vulnerability, she cleared her throat, taking a gander at the letter one more time.

This time as she read the words over and over again, there wasn't so much of a shock to the letter and instead, there was more a sense of pride, and wave of dignity she felt. Not saying she hasn't being living a good life being successful thus far; she's only a high school senior with pretty much the entire world to see, a future still unrevealed.

But receiving this letter- something this big and also something she was never really opened to test out, for once, she can fully admit and say to herself that she as well was extremely proud of herself.

"I gotta call Chloe," Beca announced, whipping out her phone so fast from her pockets it almost flew across the room. Dialing her number up, it barely even rang before she heard the cheery "hello" of her girlfriend's voice break through the line. "I got in!" she exclaimed; the same buzzing emotions hitting her full blast again.

Chloe squealed into the phone, so high pitched that Beca was pretty positive becoming deaf was in her near future, but Chloe's happiness brought her so much happiness that she didn't even care that her eardrum was busted. " Baby!"

"I-I know!" Beca stammered again, this time it was due to pure explicit happiness rather than defeat. Aubrey entered the house moments later, walking over to her girlfriend and handing her a Starbucks drink before placing a welcoming kiss to Stacie's lips. "Stacie totally lied and told me at first that I didn't get in." Beca huffed and puffed, still not over the little joke her friend pulled on her.

Or the near anxiety attack she felt previously.

The wound was still fresh even though a band aid was there now and she can truly admit it hurt like a bitch thinking about a future without Chloe.

"Wanna know something?" Chloe asked while Beca was busy watching Stacie and Aubrey being all lovey dovey, making each other lunch and only briefly wondering since when has Aubrey hit that mark in hers and Stacie's relationship to where she doesn't even have knock anymore.

Beca hummed in answer, averting her eyes away from the sickly cute couple and back focusing on the conversation with Chloe.

"I already knew you got in."

"What?!" Beca screeched again. "Wh-what how? Why? when?" She babbled at the reveal, shaking her head. How did Chloe already know and why didn't she say something about it.

"Your email for some reason was left open on my computer and I saw the electronic letter they sent you through there after we got done talking...I promise I wasn't snooping!"Chloe rushed to admit and Beca knew the girl was being honest. Noting in their relationship this far has ever granted them the right to snoop around one another's personal things.

And Beca did remember using Chloe's laptop one night to finish her anatomy homework and forgot hers at home.

It was nothing but an accident seeing the letter on the screen, so she couldn't be upset about it. However, she was more than a little bummed that she wasn't the one to drop the news.

Beca chuckled into the phone, eyes hovering over the acceptance letter placed in her hands again. "I know you weren't. I got nothing to hide from you, baby."

"Tell Chloe to get her cute ginger ass over here, I'm making you dinner, my tiny future Gaucho!" Stacie exclaimed loud enough for Chloe to overhear on the other end and she confirmed that she'd stop by once she was finished organizing these car wash flyers.

"I'm so happy that we are going to the same school. Plus, it's California! Should we get spray tans and dye our hair blonde now or later?"

Beca snorted, face palming herself and dragging a hand across her face while laughing. "You already have gorgeous sun kissed skin. Me, on the other hand, is pasty white and that's even considered my tan."

"Maybe you're a natural tanner," Chloe suggested with a small giggle. Things were getting louder in the kitchen with all the pots and pans moving around, clinking together and Beca was kind of over witnessing the exchanged kisses Aubrey and Stacie were sharing, so she got up from the kitchen stool and ventured up to her room, letter carried in hand.

"Babe, unless you want to date a lobster, I'm not getting any darker. Red is the only shade I'll be turning." Beca made it up to her room, phone placed snugly between her shoulder and ear before dropping down onto her bed. "On another thought, the blonde wouldn't be so bad. Me, yes, but you, I can already feel the hotness just thinking about it."

" You think?" Chloe snickered. " New year, new me? Think I should get rid of the red?"

Although picturing Chloe with blonde hair-and actually, picturing her in any hair color was more than a turn on of endless fantasies Beca mustered up in her head, the red hair that's almost an auburn color was hands down her favorite. Nothing could could compare to red hair and blue eyes; both of Beca's favorites.

It's unique; Chloe's unique.

So that shouldn't change, regardless of the state they were living in.

"Nah, I love the red too much."

"Good, I agree." Chloe's giggle lit a whole new fire inside of Beca and she can't help but sigh out loud, finally able to relax instead of constantly dwelling on the thought of not ending up with Chloe after graduation. Now, they're all set to go; they are attending the same school, the same state, along with Stacie and Aubrey and everything is turning out alright.

Perfect even.

What else can a girl ask for?

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Around dinner time when Beca was certain both her parents would be arriving home from work, she set up the living room's coffee table with some snacks; chips and candy leftover from Christmas and two glasses of freshly poured wine in their designated spots. Why she was making this issue a bigger deal than what it was-was something beyond her.

She was just overwhelmed with emotions; a brand new one hitting her full blast unexpected every second and was filled to the tippity top of her body with exhilarating ecstasy that she gets to come out and proudly admit she was finally going to college.

Wow.

She was going to be an actual college student, striving for her degree with an unholy amount of stress along the way, gaining the freshman fifteen from engulfing shitty college food, going to college parties and staying up till the crack of dawn shit faced drunk and adventuring around all of Santa Barbara without a destination.

And that's not even the best part of it all. The best part, hands down, was that she would be able to do all these things with her girlfriend by her side.

How freaking exciting is that?

Immediately after Beca heard the alarm set to her father's car out front and knew both parents were home, she didn't even give them the chances to blink before she grabbed them by the hands, pulled them over to the couches and ordered them to sit and listen silently.

But of course that didn't happen.

Skeptical looks were given the entire way to the living room and then after; her dad and mom exchanging the worried looks as to what was happening. They did, however, dug right into the bowl of chips Beca set out for this little speech she was about to give, getting a head start at attacking their wine, not wanting it to go to waste.

"Are you pregnant?" Her father blurted out, sticking a Lays potato chip into his mouth while her mother's eyes stretched as wide as saucers.

"What?" Beca shook her head, taken off guard by the question. "No...dad, I'm like...super gay-come on now!" Her dad shrugged his shoulders, but was laughing at his own joke. He loved Chloe more than his own daughter; Beca was sure of and that even includes her mom who treats Chloe like one of her own.

No way could they have forgotten about the big ball of sunshine Chloe was.

"Is this you coming out to us? Honey, you know we will love you no matter what, even if you have a third arm, or smuggle small children," Her mother then added before Beca could up and spill the news, eyes sympathetic and her tone too gentle for Beca to even process.

What she did do was burst out laughing because even though she really needed her parents to take this seriously because this was a pretty big deal for her to come out and say, they were both way too enjoyable not to share a few laughs. And adding to that, pretty damn funny.

It was crazy how just a couple months ago, she wouldn't even be prepared to have this conversation with both her parents, let alone even her dad because she was so set on not attending college. To immediately skip out on that part and head start to LA and pursue her dreams of becoming a music producer.

The thought of school, especially college, was one big snooze to her. But now, after receiving that letter, she couldn't help but feel as if she just won a Grammy.

Sobering from her laughs, "seriously, guys. Listen." Both her mom and dad nodded their heads, attention full and ready to hear whatever it was Beca had to say. She wiped her sweaty palms on the front of her jeans; she had no idea why she was so nervous.

This was good news to share, not bad.

She should be bouncing with explicit happiness, not tingling with the unsettling nerves that made her want to vomit.

She breathed out a sigh, closing her eyes, as well as reaching for the letter from USBC for visual proof. It was now or never, sack up, dude. "I'm going to college." She announced with one closed eye, feeling her heart beat throb in her throat at the itching silence between her and her parents that was almost boisterous.

Her dad was the first one from the couch, eyes wide and jaw dropped to the carpet, like a kid waking up on Christmas morning. "Did I hear…. college ?"

After slight hesitation, Beca nodded her head, biting her bottom lip as his megawatt smile tugged out a smile of her own and she was desperately trying to keep it in.

"That's great news, Becs! Did you hear that T?!" He switched his attention to Tina, who was already crying tears of joy while her hand covered up her trembling mouth. He didn't even give her the chance to answer before he bounced on the heels of his feet up to his daughter, though Beca doesn't think she could've even if she tried. "Can I?" He pointed down at the letter in Beca's hand.

She gave him the letter, watching him read it to himself. "Chloe and I both got in," Beca said nonchalantly, trying hard not to let her emotions get the best of her, especially when her dad's eyes started watering she catches while reading the letter. "So yeah...that's what…. this is about." She gestured around the room, awkwardly. There was a type of feeling in her body that she wasn't use to.

Next thing that happened was Beca being swept under her dad's arm and pulled straight into his body. "I'm so proud of you." He said after kissing the top of her head, swaying her in his arms back and forth. Eventually defrosting from being frozen in place by the sudden movement, she raised her hands up to hug her dad back, the warm feeling in her heart only spreading. "I know you never really wanted to go to college, but thank you for trying it out."

Then, Beca's mom tagged along, joining the hug and whispering into Beca's hair that she, as well, agreed with her dad and there was so much touching and so much inexperienced feelings that Beca felt out of place in her own skin.

Normally, Beca would hate being wrapped against her will, enduring so much physical contact, regardless if it's her dad and mom that was doing the hugging, but this time was different. Instead, the hug, the words that hit heavy on Beca's heart; it felt right and special at the moment and she couldn't help but sink farther into the contact from her parents, feeling on top of the world with everything going on in her life.

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All good things have to come to an end when Beca is forced to wake up to the beautiful sound of her alarm going off at six in the morning that she missed oh so much , alerting her that not only was it the first day of school in the new year, but also, she had an early basketball practice her coach purposely scheduled, knowing his players for a fact didn't keep up with their conditioning.

Beca, for her part, did occasionally go to the gym every once in awhile with Jesse and Emily a few times, but she was guilty to admit that the alcohol consumption over the holidays, especially during New Year's Eve was at an all time high and her endurance was destined to be a little rusty.

Hitting snooze a couple times, putting off the whole getting ready deal because for some reason, today was exceptionally hard getting up and it made it even worse knowing she had to endure an hour or so of conditioning once she finally would get up out of bed. Eventually, after groaning like an absolute child, smacking around her bed, fist to every pillow she could possibly find, she dragged her lifeless body out of bed and zombie walked into the bathroom to get changed.

Half awake, she combed her hair until at least presentable and knot free, then pulled it back into a low ponytail, along with a black hand band to keep her bangs under control. Throwing on a pair of black basketball shorts with some matching sweats to go on over, she zipped up her basketball jacket over her practice jersey and slumped down the stairs.

She grabbed a freshly ripened banana off the counter and her pre made gatorade from the fridge and headed out to her jeep before driving over to school. Once making it there, Beca tossed her strap connected to her basketball duffel bag over her shoulders and before she made it inside the gym, Emily was seen riding her bike in the distance down the sidewalk, bright and cheery, as if it's not the ass crack of dawn.

"Hey!" Emily hollered from where she was locking her bike up, stopping Beca from fully entering the gymnasium. She and Beca were matching in the same practice get up; the only difference was their attitude and how Beca was dead to the world while Emily was one big ball of sunshine.

Something that always reminded Beca of Chloe.

That's probably why she and her got along so well. Of course at first sight, they're the complete opposite; Beca's a grumpy, sarcastic senior who hates everything and everyone while Emily was a precious, too pure for the world freshman. It was an odd pairing; she had to admit. In all seriousness though, she'd bend over backwards for the girl, knowing people are assholes and will normally take advantage of nice people.

Beca liked to think she was the missing backbone in Emily. Kinda like a tough, older sister that would protect her from high school bullies, mean girls and all that shit.

Though she'd never say that out loud.

Emily jogged up to Beca once her bike was fully locked up, her basketball bag and her shoes swaying around in the air from where they were tied on the strap. "I wanted to formally congratulate you on your acceptance to UCSB!" she gushed and even though it was very sweet and kinda cute in her childish, Emily way, the volume was way too high for Beca this early in the morning. Maybe later if Emily were to do the same thing she'd be more grateful and enthusiastic for it.

"Thanks Dork," Beca chuckled, grabbing onto the door handle while Emily only clapped her hands excitedly, still not over Beca's big news. Talk about number one fan. God, she's something else.

Beca opened the gym door for Emily, allowing her to walk in first after she shared an appreciative "thank you." When they were fully inside, Beca's senses were hit hard with the strong stench of boy and sweat and everything else that's equally as foul to smell. Luckily for the girl's team, their practice wasn't nearly as early as the boy's team was and that is literally the only thing Beca was actually thanking her lucky stars for.

Any earlier she thinks she might of died, or someone else would've definitely died because tolerating anyone this early should be illegal.

Especially chipper assholes she surrounds herself with constantly.

Inside, the girl's team was getting ready along the sidelines of the court while the coach for the boy's team was at an all time extreme with power and making his team run a bunch of suicides that looked like absolute Hell. As Beca was taking off all her extra clothes and switching into her appropriate basketball shoes, she couldn't help but snicker at the silent cry for help Jesse was sending her way from across the court and in return, only mouthing a "better run fast" to him for that helpful comfort as dripping sweat ate the boy alive and another whistle was blown out, signaling him to start sprinting.

Beca and Emily warmed up shooting some baskets at the way other end of the court where the boys weren't running, playing an easy game of horse and they wouldn't get in the way. Hearing the "Knights" cheer and all the boys disbursing into the locker room, Jesse snuck up behind Beca unnoticed as she was setting her feet up to shoot a free throw and blocked the shot easily, smacking the ball away.

"Dude," Beca whined as it was still way too early for this childish shit. His obnoxious laughing though made it hard to stay irritated at him and she soon couldn't keep in her own chuckle while running down the court to get the ball he smacked away, even though she should have left it for him to retrieve. It doesn't come often and she sure as Hell won't admit it out loud, but she missed the boy after only seeing him a couple times throughout break.

"Congrats on Santa Barbara, Becaww!" He hurled himself into Beca's embrace, drenching her with his gross, sweaty body before she could push him away and adding along that God awful nickname he came up for her.

Pushing him away with a gag or two, "ew, you're all sweaty." She scowled, sticking her tongue out to show just how disgusted she was as now she had to get through practice smelling like boy. "And thanks, by the way. News sure travels fast around here."

"Did you forget that you go to Barden where no secret is kept a secret for long before someone ends up finding out, then spreading it around like wildfire." Jesse cocked his head sideways, dorky smile still dorky as ever. How in the world were these people so awake this early in the morning? Beca is positive that she is still half asleep, barely even functioning and probably won't fully be awake until noon comes around. "Long story short, the whole school knows."

Beca rolled her eyes, dribbling the ball in between her legs. "Joy," she scoffed sarcastically and passed the ball over to Emily who ran up for a left handed layup, making it in flawlessly. "That means people will be extra pesky with me today, which is fantastic because it's Monday."

Jesse used the bottom of his practice jersey to wipe the sweat along his forehead, flaunting his impressively toned stomach and newly imprinted v-cut that she never knew existed. Jesus , was basketball and all of those sprints keeping Jesse in good shape, Beca had to grossly admit.

"We should have lunch today, you, Chloe, Stacie, Aubrey, Benji and I," Jesse suggested with a hopeful smile, then looked over to Emily. "Even you freshmeat!" And she responded with the cheekiest smile known to man, probably elated that she just got invited to have lunch with a group of seniors.

"Sure," Beca mirrored the smile, agreeing to the invitation. That actually sounded like a lot of fun, to catch up with everybody after break. Over Jesse's shoulder, Beca saw her coach starting to huddle the team in the middle of the court. "We gotta go," she said, back peddling over to her team. "I'll text you!" Jesse gave her the thumbs before running the opposite way into the boy's locker room and Beca joined her team at half court.

"I hope you ladies all had an amazing break, I love seeing all your beautiful smiling faces this early in the morning," Coach Duran purposely moved his focus around the circle to Beca, who was crossing her arms above her chest and definitely not smiling in any way whatsoever. "Especially yours, Mitchell." She then rolled her eyes with a small smirk peeking out, knowing just how much her coach enjoyed her grumpy side that came more often than not. "But as for practice, I've set up trashcans at every corner of the gym."

He pointed in every direction with his finger and just like he said, a large black trash can was seated at every corner of the gym. Beca swallowed hard because she knew what this meant; it meant death to her and all her teammates that's what.

"Don't think I didn't assume you girls drank over break, had a wine at Christmas and a few shooter on New Year's. It's all good, everyone does it, it's fun and very delicious," he continued and the girls around the circle started to giggle guilty, but Beca knew better than to laugh, knowing this wasn't going to end well. "But that doesn't mean I can't get it out of you," he finished, smirking devilishly and all the giggles were stopped immediately.

Welp , there it is ladies and gents.

"Sidelines ladies," he ordered, blowing his whistle and started walking down to the other end of the court. Beca groaned, but followed orders, not really sure if she should run outside and get hit by an oncoming car, or stay put for whatever her coach has in mind. Regardless, she was destined to die either way. Decision was which one would be less sucky and a quicker death for her. "If you thought what the boy's had to run was rough, wait till you see what I have in store for you all. You're going to wish you were them when I'm done with you."

Okay, was that a threat?

Holy shit, I'm about to die in here.

"Welcome to Hell week, ladies!"

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"Wanna carry me to the lunchroom?" Beca asked Chloe as she was putting away her supplies into her backpack and reached her arms up to her girlfriend, who was standing and could only shake her head amused at such childish behavior.

Long story short, practice was legit Hell and Beca's body ached in places she never thought could ache. On the bright side, she didn't end up puking, like majority of the team did, especially when taking in that she was hands down the one person on the team that consumed the most alcohol over break, hands down.

And that was only on New Year's Eve.

That's a plus.

Ignoring Beca's grabby hands tossed her way, which wasn't the easiest to reject, "How bout I give you a fully body massage after classes?" Chloe suggested instead, laughing when Beca whined a needy cry, but eventually (and very slowly) got up from her seat. She reached out her hand to intertwine with Beca's, leading her out of the classroom where they just listened to their teacher lecture for an hour about all the muscles in the human body.

Which Beca can admit with current experience that every single one of felt like they were on fire every time she moved, let alone flinched her body the wrong way.

"My ass is killing me!" Beca pouted even though Chloe was laughing at her misery while she tried her very hardest to keep an even pace with her girlfriend, but her legs were preventing that to happen and Chloe had to soon take mercy and slow down. "Who knew a couple weeks away from basketball could whip me out of shape, Jesus Christ."

"Especially since we engaged in our own form of cardio quite frequently over break," Chloe added with a flirty wink, bringing back all the blissful memories they encountered over break.

"Yeah, that might need to be put on hold until I can feel my legs again."

Chloe raised a hand to her mouth, shocked. "Beca Mitchell putting off sex? What in the world did your coach do to you and should I be worried?"
"The only thing you should be worried about is having a girlfriend who is stuck permanently in a full body cast." Beca limped her way over to her girlfriend, ignoring the laughs Chloe was trying, but also not really trying hard to hide.

Eventually, they makde it to the cafe were Chloe offered to grab Beca's lunch, having enough seeing her girlfriend struggle so much with even just walking and being her chivalrous, prince charming to save her from enduring a little bit of pain. Parting ways with a brief kiss, Beca scanned the cafeteria and found Stacie and Aubrey sitting at their usual spot with food already in front of them. Hobbling her way over, she carefully took a seat on the bench in front of them as fast as her body could handle.

"You look like you have a giant stick up your ass, shorty," Stacie commented while Aubrey sat quietly next to her, muffling her laughs and all Beca did was give both of them the finger to share equally. Emily soon joined them, walking in the similar way Beca was, which was nice to see that Beca wasn't overreacting to her body being on a whole nother level of sore. "How was basketball practice?" Stacie asked, genuinely curious.

"You mean track practice?" Beca snorted in correction. "This morning we didn't even so much as look at a basketball."

"It's true," Emily added, face basically morphing to white as if she saw a ghost when thinking about even the slightest about practice earlier this morning. "Ladders were first, then agility drills and a crap ton of sprints."

"At least her butt looks good." Chloe, who was wearing a playful crooked smile at her comment came up behind the group with two sets of trays; one that happened to be Beca's, which had a burger, side of curly fries and a freshly made brownie while the other consisted of a garden salad, Chloe's favorite.

"What a gentleman," Aubrey gushed when Chloe sat the tray of all Beca's favorite food down in front of her, as well as her favorite lemonade that the school only serves on certain days.

"She treats me good," Beca cooed with a dopey smile, placing a "thank you" kiss over the redhead's cheek when she sat down next to her. "But yeah, practice was Hell. I think I'm going to be sore for the rest of my life."

Next came Jesse, slowly but surely as he limped his body over to the table from across the cafeteria with a protein shake in one hand and a sub sandwich in the other, similar to how Beca and Emily were walking. When he finally made it, he sagged his beat up body in between Emily and Beca and wasted no time before slamming his head to the table, groaning in pain, doing exactly what Beca wished she could do.

"Shit! Not you, too? Was this a boot camp or practice?" Stacie grumbled when taking sight of all her friends physically beat up. All that was missing was three individual wheelchairs, a set of crutches and a few bruises.

"Boot camp," all three of them in unison declared with a scruff.

"Poor kids," Stacie said, shaking her head sympathetically, stealing a fry off Aubrey's tray.

"Where's Benji, Em?" Chloe asked, using her fork to take a bite out of her salad and reaching under the table with her free hand to hold Beca's. There was an endless list to love about Beca Mitchell, but one of her favorites was that Beca was left handed. It made hand holding while eating the easiest thing to do.

"Sick I guess," Emily answered, shrugging but had a hint of sadness in her voice. "Last I heard it was food poisoning." She lowered her head and picked at her fruit cup.

"How are you and lover boy?" Stacie quirked and waved her eyebrows in a series of ways that seemed far from innocent.

Not looking too much into what Stacie was hinting towards, though everyone around the table with a higher set of maturity and experience dealing with half the shit that came spilling out of Stacie's mouth, Emily responded, as if it was just another question.

"We are good!" She beamed a cheeky grin; one that everyone else just couldn't pass up without mirroring. "Great even. He's really," Emily paused, bouncing her head back and forth in thought for a certain word as an even bigger smile-if possible- crept onto her face. "He's something amazing."

"You hit that yet?" Stacie questioned, so straightforward and so not acceptable for poor Emily, who probably doesn't even know what was in store for her with talking about this topic with a sex fanatic who goes by the name Stacie Conrad.

Profanity and anything crude was her first language and all that seemed to come out of her mouth lately.

Emily's eyes shot from her sockets at the question, all while Beca choked on her lemonade after it went down the wrong tube by surprise, almost performing a spit take, which was a good thing she didn't because it was Aubrey who was sitting across from her at the table and it would be her head on a platter if she got the blonde Nazi drenched with juice.

"Is he a shower or a grower?" Stacie continued, still set on discovering everything there was about Emily and Benji's sex life.

"Oh my God." Beca for herself couldn't stop shaking her head with utter disbelief that this was an actual conversation that they were about to have. She could feel her face getting hotter by the second and her legs were starting to feel really weird, like in an uncomfortable type of way and she is positive that she was more flustered than Emily was.

"Subtle, babe." Aubrey chuckled amused, seeming unfazed by her overly blunt and lack of a filter girlfriend. Beca guesses that eventually, whoever Stacie is dating has to become use to all the direct questions about sex to the point where it is a natural thing to hear or else a relationship between the two would never work out.

Stacie raised her hands up in defense, face neutral and not even budging whatsoever with such a direct comment, all while Beca's face feels like she just swallowed a lit match. "Hey now. I'm just making sure my good friend Emily is getting treated properly."

Beca shot Stacie a dagger to lock it up, to which she only return with an even sharper one. Chloe cut in, knowing Stacie lives for seeing Beca flustered; it's a plus shooting two with one shot, which happens to be Emily, who would rather be anywhere but here right now. Even Jesse experienced a flushed face when the topic of sex came out, knowing he was the only guy at the table right now and shouldn't be listening in on "girl talk."

"Maybe you could've reworded it, perhaps?" Chloe suggested, taking the ropes and rubbing her thumb back and forth on the back of Beca's hand to calm her down. By the newly stiff tension in her body, let alone falling on the subject about sex, she could tell that by talking about this stuff it prickled her girlfriend's skin.

"I'm uh…" Jesse cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at the girls scattered around him. He threw a thumb over his shoulder that was pointed to the cafeteria line, standing up awkwardly. "I'm just….gonna go."

"Bye Jess," Stacie waved him off mischievously and Beca really wished she could join him right now because she could practically see the words foaming at Stacie's mouth, just waiting for the perfect time to spill.

Maybe she should call him back; if she has to endure this talk, so should he since he was present for a quarter of the conversation.

Unfortunately once he was long gone, Stacie continued much to Beca's dismay, "so Em. Let us in on the secrets Benji keeps." She wiggled her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive type of way.

Emily glanced around the table, looking for a way out of this conversation, but finding none, she softened under Stacie's dead set gaze on her and figured that spilling was her last resort here. Plus, girl time is always a fun time to bond and learn everything about each other.

Or in their case, about Benji, her boyfriend, which is even weirder.

"We haven't…..um," Emily started weakly, her voice barely above a whisper and she was looking straight into her tray, away from all the stares. Exhaling quite loudly, she spoke again, "we haven't done…. that ."

" That ?" Stacie echoed with a shit eating grin that only showed half of how amused she actually was hearing Emily's response. "You mean sex?"

Emily was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat and her face was turning bright fire engine red, not that Beca could blame her because she was in that same state. Stacie is just way too direct for people who aren't normally use to receiving that crass type of behavior.

"Yes," Emily's voice shook as she admitted to this and looked around the area where they all were sitting, checking if anyone was listening, which no one was. "I'm still a...virgin. We-we both are...actually." Stacie nodded her head in understanding; it made sense. Boy looked as if spiders were crawling up and down his spine whenever Emily gave him even the slightest flirty grins.

"As you should be!" Beca declared with a slam to the table with her hand. Call her hypocritical because she just lost her virginity to Chloe a couple months ago, but damn, Emily and the physical definition of sex were like polar opposites, something she couldn't nor wanted to picture in her head.

Like a left and right shoe.

They don't fit together.

"Oh don't be such a hot head, Beca." Stacie, exhausted by Beca's squeamish behavior, rolled her eyes, obviously wanting to hear more from Emily instead of Beca, who was preventing her to do so.

"I'm not a hot head," Beca scoffed, as well rolling her eyes with so much sass and sticking a curly fry into her mouth aggressively. "I'm brassy , like my mom," she corrected with a huff, mouth full of food, but she didn't care. "Can we please talk about something- anything else?" Please, before she loses her appetite and wastes all this perfectly good food.

Despite Beca's current plea to not wanting to talk about Emily in this manner, Stacie continued. "How far have you gone with him?" Surprisingly, even though it looked impossible, Emily shrunk to a pea size and resembled a small lost kitten, trapped in a cage full of lions. "Blowy?" Stacie questioned; Emily shook her head no and even looked a little taken off guard by that. "Handy?" She tried again, then, fucking then had the audacity to motion her hand in the international way of giving a guy a hand job in sign language and Beca has never felt her body shiver in such an insulted way.

And these question weren't even directed towards her, but it still made her legs feel extremely weird.

If possible, could her face get stuck in the cringe position?

"Leave her alone, baby." Aubrey chipped in, but was chuckling at the questions and for once, Beca has never respected the blonde more than how she does right now. Finally something useful came out of that yapper. "She looks like she's going to explode."

"Thank you," Beca muttered, though she would've used a different word to describe how she felt, something like uncomfortable rather than someone who's about to explode from second hand embarrassment.

"Well come one, kid," Stacie urged, waving her hand that held a french fry and basically ignoring Aubrey's orders to cut it out. Seems like she wasn't backing down just yet, bitch . "What have you guys done together?"

At this point, even Chloe seemed interested in the route the conversation wa taking, but then there was Beca, crossing her fingers Emily won't answer because if she does, she won't know how to react to the answer.

"I'm not really experienced , to say the least," Emily chuckled embarrassingly, shoving a piece of hair behind her ear, still looking anywhere but at Stacie. That's fair. No one should really be experienced at such a young age, though some are and it was as weird as it was concerning.

"He's done things to you, right?" This time, Chloe dropped the question and for the first time, Beca has never felt more betrayed by her girlfriend. "Like... you know." She leaned forward with her head in hopes that Emily would pick up what she was putting down, but it was completely pointless as Emily sat as stumped as ever.

Taking the cluelessness as an invitation to speak, "she means has he fingered you," Stacie blurted out casually, missing the sharp gasp from both Beca and Emily in unison. "Gone down on you? Showed his talents in the sheets with his mouth?" Chloe nodded her head with a smile, as if Stacie just took the words straight from her mouth.

"No, nothing like that," Emily said and it looked like she was starting to relax because her voice hit a volume that didn't seem like it wasn't about to break at any second. She didn't seem so fragile and prude anymore. "We've made out, obviously ." She chuckles nervously; Chloe Stacie and Aubrey all nodded their heads listening while Beca hid her face away from the conversation. "He's gotten pretty… handsy ...at times."

The indicator gesturing around the chest was Beca's cue to leave this perimeter immediately, desperately not wanting to hear the rest of what's about to come. "Ohkay!" Beca quickly stood up from her seat and ignored the laughs coming from the rest of the table, but not before dropping a chaste kiss to Chloe's highly amused, smirking lips. "I'm leaving."

And she took the fasted route away from the table as they continued to talk about Emily's sex life to find Jesse somewhere in the cafe.

At least then she wouldn't endure the painful conversation of the birds and the bees with him and is safe from any sexual talk in the books.

---

After school once Chloe was done with her poms practice and Beca was done with her shoot around, she drove both of them over to Chloe's house to hang out before dinner where they'd be going on the double with Jesse and Amanda before attending a local winter fair going on around town.

As promised when they made it up to Chloe's room, she found her best smelling lotion she had in the house and waited for Beca to fully take her shirt and bra off before straddling the back parts of her thighs when Beca laid stomach down, hands crossed underneath one side of her head.

She squeaked in pure surprise when she felt Chloe's hands touch her back with two mountain globs of lotion and wasn't prepared for the jolt of icy coldness she received when both palms came in contact with her skin. To make it even colder, Chloe's thumb ring was what Beca felt the most and it wasn't getting any warmer.

"Holy crap, Chlo! Warm your hands up why don't cha?" Beca gasped, shivering into the touch until the coolness from her girlfriend's fingers subsided and she got use to the new sensation.

She hummed comfortably as Chloe began to work her magic, hands starting off easy, moving in motion, almost similar to a faint brush along her back muscles and spine, then carefully shifted into a more aggressive squeeze; Chloe digging her fingers into Beca's silk smooth skin, now thanks to the lotion and earned a few mewling cries from underneath whenever Chloe landed on a sensitive knot.

"You're so tight, babe," Chloe commented as her hands worked up and down up Beca's back, scavenging out any knot she could locate while Beca hissed and writhed in pain. "Loosen up."

"Any other time when laughing doesn't make my abs feel like they're twisting around a cheese grater, I'd make a joke about what just came out of your mouth, something sounding like ' that's what he said' and I would be able to laugh about it because I'm so damn funny," Beca mumbled into the sheets of her bed where her cheek was pressed up against, eyes glued shut and her forehead creasing in from the pleasurable pain her body was undergoing. "But I can't."

"I'm dating such a child." Chloe was rolling her eyes; Beca could sense them even without having her eyes open, but she was also unable to resist a small giggle at even her immature girlfriend. "What am I going to do with myself for these next four years with you?"

"Have a lot of great sex, that's what," came Beca's quick response.

Chloe laughed out loud, her head moving on instinct in a nodding motion because it was nothing but the truth. No matter what, Beca always left her fully satisfied in the sheets.

And that's not even taking in the level of experience she'll gain as the years go on; the tricks and skills she has only just discovered and the more out there for her future to find and use Chloe to practice on.

If Beca was already leaving her speechless after sex now, Chloe can't even imagine veteran Beca in a few years, even a couple months from now and her levels of talent she'd be washed over with.

Lucky her.

Switching directions from a topic not all that innocent on both parties, "We have to talk about our housing situation," Chloe mentioned, not really wanting to bring it up immediately after just being accepted, but figured the sooner the better, just in case anything would come up.

She was a get the job done, ahead of the game planner. Always has been. It was just easier and most definitely less stressful that way.

"I'm so glad I'm dating a girl," Beca mumbled again, scrunching her face in pain and dropping her mouth open with a cry when Chloe rotated her knuckles into the area just above Beca's shoulder blade; an obvious spot where Beca was most sore. Once the knot was tolerable and actually felt enjoyable, she relaxed into the touch and continued. "I can be roommates with my girlfriend and they will never know."

This definitely made Chloe feel some type of way, pausing her movements along Beca's back by being taken off guard. This topic hasn't been one that has been brought up in casual conversation; them living together in college- obviously, because no one knew for certain if they would be attending the same school. It was a conversation destined to happen once they found out, however, but hearing it out loud, and that she wasn't the one to mention her and Beca living situations and Beca taking the reins on that one lit a fire inside her chest and made her heart skip a beat.

"Before you ask," Beca started, reeling Chloe out of her thoughts as she continued rubbing her hands all over Beca's back, fingers drifting delicately over Beca's lotus flowers tattoo above her right shoulder. "Yes, I want to live with you next year. And yes, I want to have those talks where we pick out the posters we want to hang around our dorm room, pick out our TV and furniture, which consists of only bean bags and whatever useless shit college students have."

Chloe giggled sweetly; her heart, beating a thousand times a minute, so overwhelmed with this wave of giddiness that Beca knew exactly what her mind was running a marathon over. It was like they knew how each other worked and were perfect at it.

"Unless you think we will be moving too fast and you don't actually want to move in together and if that's the case, please allow me to go drown myself for the sake of my own embarrassment," Beca quickly rushed out as best as she could with her face smushed into her bed sheet.

Chloe didn't give her a verbal answer back; she didn't even think she could if she wanted too, knowing for a fact her insides have disintegrated into complete goo. Instead, she brushed over Beca's hair, exposing that fresh set of skin just below Beca's earlobe and leaned down close, smelled the fruity shampoo Beca used all the time and placed a lingering kiss.

"Good thing fast pace is kind of my style," Chloe whispered kittenish into Beca's ear, savoring the unintentional shudder she was returned with. "I'd love to be your roommate."

"Good." Beca arched her neck into the other kiss Chloe placed in the same spot before twisting her neck around and capturing Chloe's lips for herself. During the slowly moving liplock, Beca mumbled across Chloe's lips, "It's going to be nice having you all to myself, without a fifteen minute drive to get some."

"It will be very convenient, I must say," Chloe purred this as a whisper in between kisses, lips ghosting over each other so close their smiles were mirrored. Slowly, her hand snaked its way up the side of Beca's ribs, hinting for her to turn slightly so she could play with the soft flesh underneath and what she is returned with was a breathy moan that kicked started some type of carnal fire inside her gut.

Nipping at Chloe's bottom lip satisfied, loving this new change in events and where Chloe's hand ended up on massaging her bare chest, her neck was now starting to cramp from being twisted back awkwardly and that was something she didn't want to add to her list of body parts that were aching.

Humming satisfied when Beca took control, slowing their lips down to share a few innocent pecks, Chloe retracted from the kiss, wiping with her thumb to get rid of the shiny lip gloss that glimmered around the brunette's mouth and Beca went back to her previous position with the side of her face against her mattress. It was moments like these that made her appreciate how insanely lucky she was to have a girlfriend as great as Beca.

Tongue deep and all.

Pushing her throbbing hormones to the side since they always kick start on their own whenever she kisses Beca, Chloe took a deep breath before speaking. "How's your back feeling?"

"Much better," Beca was back into mumbling everything she said and this time it didn't even sound like English, and instead sounded like a bunch of muffled words, almost to the point where Chloe didn't understand her. "Can you do my lower?" She lifted her head, slurping some of the drool that snuck out at the sides of her mouth and Chloe happily obliged, scooting her body down.

"Right there?" She dug her fingertips into the area by Beca's tail bone and she didn't even need a verbal answer to tell that Beca was enjoying herself. It was clear in the long drawn out moans she was breathing out.

"I think my coach wants us dead."

"I think he wants his team to be in shape," Chloe battled back with a small giggle. Sometimes Beca was so dramatic.

"No way," Beca stood her ground, eyes drifting shut and her cheek and upper lip was pressed up against the mattress in the most adorable way. Chloe circled her back dimples with her thumbs. "He made us shoot so many baskets, then sprint right after. Emily almost passed out, twice." She held up two fingers for Chloe to see. "Scared me half to death seeing the pale white color wash over her face."

"At least your body is going to be rock hard, not that it isn't already," Chloe chided, leaning forward and kissed a trail up Beca's spine, slow and lingering. "It's cute how shy Emily is when talking about sex."

Beca shook her head; the unwanted images of such an innocent young child engaging in such inappropriate activities invading her brain once again. "Nope. Not okay."

"Why do you get so squeamish when talking about this?" Chloe asked genuinely curious, moving her thumbs up Beca's neck to massage that area next. "We all go through it; she'll eventually sooner or later."

"She doesn't need to be thinking about... oh my God," Beca stopped mid sentence as a quiet moan swallowed up the rest while Chloe's thumbs did wonders on her muscles around her neck. Rebouncing from the tingling sensation that had Chloe flaunting that sly smirk from above, "Em shouldn't be thinking about sex. She has her sports and studies to look after."

"Awe! Is big bad Beca Mitchell getting all protective mamma bear over your precious cub?" Chloe cooed teasingly, poking Beca in the ribs with her index fingers.

Squirming away as best as she could from the pokes with several pleas to stop or she'll pee when over laughing and not be sorry about it whatsoever, Chloe gave mercy and resumed to tickle her fingertips along Beca's back, starting from those adorable lower back dimples, all the way up to the top of the girl's spine.

Beca sighed into the pillow she soon grabbed from the top of Chloe's bed due to the cramping her neck was enduring with laying like this. Her eyes fluttered shut when her muscles began loosening up and Chloe trailed her fingernails across every inch of skin in the most satisfying way possible.

Only continuing from where she left off, "plus, she's talking with Stacie about this. I don't know if I should be worried or hurt that she went to my best friend, though I admit she's more…. experienced than I am, however, she doesn't have the same level friendship that we do."

"I think it's adorable you're so protective over Emily," Chloe resurfaced the conversation back up to talk about in her most genuine voice she could create, her fingers now tracing the pattern of Beca's equalizer bar tattoo centered on her lower back.

Beca grumbled into the pillow when she covered her face; half because she was just called adorable and it was like her least favorite thing to be called and the other half because she didn't want the whole Emily conversation to be brought up again. It was already hard enough hearing Stacie converse with the girl all of lunch about hand jobs, blow jobs and foreplay like it was the daily news.

"She's way too young," Beca stated when lifting her face up from the pillow in a matter of fact tone. "I can't even hear her say "fuck" without cringing. So her talking about sex made me want to physically explode."

"Why though?" Chloe asked curiously, rearranging her body to lay right besides Beca from the back, forming herself into the bigger spoon but keeping Beca laying stomach down so she could still tickle the girls back with her left hand. "It's high school, she going to experiment if not now, especially in college. Plus, Benji is a sweetheart! And finding out he's a virgin makes him even more adorable than he already was," she reasoned as best as she could.

There was something there; she didn't know what is was, but whatever it was that made it physically scarring to think about Emily, someone who she thinks of as a little sister doing the dirty deeds allowed her inner mom to come out.

"I think it's adorable….you being all protective over her," Chloe clarified, resting her head up by the arm she was laying on and using the other hand to twirl the baby hairs under Beca's ear.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Beca waved Chloe off, smirking at the redhead but angling her neck so Chloe could have better access. "Let's talk about something else, like how you're so good at massages."

"Told yah, it's my forte," Chloe giggled, fingers basically twirling Beca to sleep. "And one of my many special talents." Giving Beca's butt a few light taps once she heard soft snores exit from the girl, "turn around. I'll do your front."

And all of a sudden, Beca wasn't so tired anymore.

---

"Hey pretty," Stacie cooed when Aubrey came walking through the doors of the library after her student council meeting; the nickname not too complicated, but special enough to resonate deeply in her heart.

Stacie was there tutoring for the science department since after break, there were tons of juniors and even a few sophomores prepping for the science sections of the SAT and ACT test that happens to take place in April. So, she got a pretty well paying job at the library, taking that she (other than Aubrey) was hands down the smartest when it came to science problems and even all types of math.

Also because she really needed the money and don't tell Aubrey but having a girlfriend gets expensive. All the lunch dates, special surprises and activities they do. Even though they switch off equally; Aubrey will pay this day, Stacie will pay the next, she was hanging on a limb with a budget and she didn't want that anymore. She wanted to buy all the stuff for Aubrey without looking at her bank account first, then to only switch from the mall to the dollar tree.

Kidding.

Total kidding.

Aubrey covered the distance between her and her girlfriend, straddling the taller girl's upper thighs as they sat in one of those office spinning chairs and she hooked her arms behind Stacie's neck. "I missed you," Aubrey beamed, leaning in to steal a few much needed kisses that she was unable to get throughout the day apart.

Smirking smugly into the kiss, lips mashed together " Mmm ," Stacie moaned out pleased, detaching her lips from Aubrey's with a lopsided grin and hooded eyes that hid beneath those ridiculously sexy reading glasses Aubrey has come to love so much. Hooking her own hands around the blonde's waist to rest beneath her lower back, fingers brushing the top of her bottom, "Hi to you too, beautiful."

With a lack of strength while being stuck under such an intense, seductive stare that Stacie was giving her, or simply because she missed her girlfriend all that much and Stacie calling her beautiful did things to her, Aubrey captured her lips once again, this time transforming the kiss into something much more heated and needy. It became rougher and rougher as their lips moved in and out of sync, sloppier every swipe their tongues exchanged in, but nonetheless was it not something Aubrey has been craving all day.

She needed her daily Conrad fix after spending the whole day at student council meetings. Lord knows she needed a little refresher, which Stacie has impressively earned her own designated spot in granting.

Pulling away from the kiss, Aubrey opened her eyes to take in her girlfriend sitting underneath and what she saw was the hottest damn thing she has ever seen in her life. Stacie's lips were bruised and swollen, and her eyes were just barely slitted open, but held so much love, so much desire it physically tore Aubrey's insides to shreds.

" God , I missed you!" Stacie's facade soon cracked as she smothered her face into the crease of the blonde's neck, placing random kisses along Aubrey's collarbone and parts of her chest that was exposed under her unzipped poms jacket and low cut cheer tank top.

Aubrey giggled madly at the sudden action and rapid change in behavior, sinking into the loving kisses her girlfriend was dropping all over her chest and neck. Stacie's attractiveness was something unordinary; a whole other level of hotness that honestly didn't make any sense to Aubrey that someone could possible look this damn attractive without even trying. Stacie oozed sex appeal like nobody's business and, Jesus Christ , her mega brain was such a fucking turn on that Aubrey doesn't even know how she manages to make it through the day without ripping off Stacie's clothes in the middle of class.

But something that was so amazing about Stacie that Aubrey soon figured out early in their relationship was how she can transform in a blink of an eye from this sexy, intoxicating vixen that makes Aubrey weak, to a complete goof ball, who is the sweetest damn thing on this planet.

How is it possible to get the best of both worlds with this girl?

Aubrey calmed her giggle fit once Stacie's peppered kisses started to cool down and they were back to square one, which was staring at each other, soaking in another's embrace, eyes filled with love and adoration for each other.

"How was work?" she asked with one of those half smiles, disconnecting her hooked hands from behind Stacie's neck to steal one and push a strand of hair that was out of placed behind Stacie's ear. The jet black color was starting to fade; her hair was more lighter these days, not that it's a bad thing. The dark hair was nice, but something inside Aubrey told her that any hair color Stacie wore would be the death of her.

" Ugh , boring," Stacie grumbled, moving her face to rest her cheek on the front of Aubrey's chest while the blonde took the position and leaned the side of her face on top of Stacie's head. "I swear, these kids aren't absorbing anything that I'm saying. I caught Austin staring at the goodies." She pouted with a jutt lip and Aubrey's eyes plummeted south to Stacie's very exposed as very distracting cleavage she was flaunting.

"Maybe it's because you look like a teacher from a teenage boy's fantasy you'd only see in high school movies," Aubrey suggested with a lighthearted giggle and Stacie perked her head up at this; her glasses sliding down to the tip of her nose. "And I'm not sure I like hearing about these horny teenage boys ogling my girlfriend's goodies."

Stacie pushed her glasses back up to normal position with her index finger. "How so?"

Aubrey couldn't tell for sure if Stacie was joking, or if she had absolutely no idea that she was currently dressed in the tightest pair of black leggings, the lowest cut turquoise sweater with white pin stripes around the bicep area, showing off way more cleavage than Aubrey is willing to share with others and those Goddamn glasses that nobody can have a serious conversation with her while she is wearing those deadly things.

To say the least, Stacie could make hot water pour from a cold faucet.

Oblivious as ever, Stacie only waited for an answer from Aubrey, as if she didn't already know that her and her levels of hotness never gets affected, regardless of what she is wearing. Chances are, she could put a paper bag over her head and still put people into cardiac arrest.

Even make an ugly sweater a fashion statement.

Kinda like Regina George and her bra tank tops.

"Babe, you're really fucking hot," Aubrey complemented firmly with a drawn sigh, which inflated Stacie's head to the max as she was saying this. "Especially dressed like," and she gestured down Stacie's outfit as far as she could while still straddling the taller girl. Just for visual proof. "This."

Stacie's eyes followed Aubrey wavering finger down her outfit and gasped out loud. "Noooo," she drawled, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "This is my lazy clothes. Something I'd wear stuffing my face with ice cream, watching the E! Network on a Sunday afternoon."

"You still look jaw dropping, Stace," Aubrey countered, crooked smile still in place. "Trust me, I love all the high heels, short dresses and skirts with a burning passion. But hands down the hottest outfit you wear; one that really gets me going is your casual look," she declared in a seductive purr, leaning her head in close to Stacie lips, but not close enough. She smirked whenever she pulled her head away a tad and Stacie chased eagerly and almost desperately, dying to close the little bit of distant keeping their lips apart.

"I'm going to let it slide for now hearing about the kids you tutor are too busy ogling you instead of focusing on their work because at the end of the day, you're just a valuable piece in a French museum with a 'do not touch sign' written all over," Aubrey tweaked her voice, making it sound a whole lot deeper than what it sounded like when she first came into the library and what she was rewarded with was two strong hands at her lower half, tightening each word, nails digging into her jeans and could feel Stacie's breathing picking up in short gasps.

A simple change in voice octaves was an easy way to get Stacie going.

"But at the end of the day, you're all ... mine ," she finished with a throaty growl that was mimicked by Stacie; the teasing chase away from the kiss now defeated when Stacie swooped in, connecting their lips hungrily.

They went at this for a while, making up for lost time and simply because Aubrey couldn't even think about pulling her face away without having a little taste of her girlfriend who she has missed so much. Tongues danced around each other smoothly in a rhythm, heavy breathing occurred from both of them as Aubrey boldly started rocking her hips into Stacie's front and she is so glad the library was pretty much deserted at this time of night with all the PDA they were both participating in.

After some time and there was multiple exchanges of slow tangy kisses that were more than satisfying, she pulled away in some sort of haze, gaining the self control she needed to hop off of Stacie's thighs and move to the chair next to her. She could feel her pulse in her lips; she was positive that her pupils were fully blown if by taking in the amount of body heat and how insanely turned on she was now.

But in the end, it was all worth it.

Stacie, once she snapped out of her own little post make out daze, started folding up her textbooks when Aubrey tossed her a flirty wink to hurry up, placing certain papers depending on their subject into their designated folders and stuffed her back pack.

"What is it with us and libraries?" Stacie chuckled, the out of the blue comment catching Aubrey's attention as she watch her girlfriend pack her things up. "Seems like yesterday when we were making out over there by the children's fiction section." She pointed with her finger over to the bookshelf where it brought lots of pleasurable memories to swarm Aubrey's head.

Of course, she remembered this day; the first time she fell under Stacie's charm and couldn't for the life of her keep her hands to herself when Stacie went on and on about thermodynamics, molecules, radiation and all that other geeky stuff that turned her on like a stove on a hot summer's day. That was the first time she figured out the power that holds over her when was Stacie wearing those glasses and how she was so physically and emotionally weak against those black, rectangle rimmed death traps.

And exhibit A was when she threw Stacie back first into the PG section of the library while going against that and kissed Stacie like an R-rated film.

"You were my first girl kiss back then," Aubrey admitted with a pleased sigh, leaning back in the chair comfortably and crossed her legs at the ankles."

Stacie was done packing her stuff up and twisted her body around to face Aubrey in the opposite chair, arms crossed above her chest. "Oh yeah?" she asked smugly.

" Yep ," Aubrey answered with an emphasis pop to the "p," nodding her head with a sly grin. "You talking about Chemistry and then shifting over to nerdy pickup lines was a genius idea for cracking my in denial thoughts about have a crush on you."

"It's my speciality," Stacie purred, snakey eyes filled with total seduction and slitted in a way that tweaked Aubrey's gut when looking straight into them. "Glad I was able to pop your kissing girls cherry. "

"That's not the only cherry you popped ." Aubrey winked salaciously. The look of shock that washed over Stacie's face was the most rewarding thing she has ever seen and it sent her head rolling back, laughing at the visual shudder that vibrated through Stacie's body.

Stacie waited until Aubrey was finished laughing before sitting up from the chair and reaching out a hand for Aubrey to hold. Lacing their fingers together, she lead them out of the library. The weather was more chilly than it has been, not taking that it's eight at night and the beginning of January. When she saw Aubrey shiver and only mentally screamed at her girlfriend for not bringing a bigger jacket, she reeled the blonde in closely by the hand, supporting her warmth as she hooked an arm around Aubrey's waist.

She could've easily slipped off the jacket she was wearing and gave it to Aubrey, but where's the fun in that? This way, she can be as close as possible with the girl and earn her brownie points in the smooth movements department.

They walked like this all the way to the parking lot where Stacie dug for her keys and unlocked the doors. Settling inside and cranking up the heat, she started driving to Aubrey's house.

"Can you believe our senior year is almost done?" Aubrey spoke up, turning down the music in the car with her free hand that wasn't linked with Stacie's at the top of her thigh. Stacie scoffed, disbelief written all of her features. "In a couple months, we'll be in Berkeley, attending the same college, same state and living all by ourselves."

"Plus the endless booze cruises and fraternity parties," Stacie added, casting Aubrey to giggle with her one track mind.

"I think my senioritis is kicking in."

Stacie chuckled softly, glancing at Aubrey briefly at a stop sign. It's about damn time Aubrey started to feel a little unmotivated, to say the least, since the girl has been a full time slave to her education ever since she popped out of the womb.

"Or maybe it's a midlife crisis," Aubrey paused in thought, tapping her chin with her forefinger. "We have...what? Three months? There's the ICHSA's championship and semifinals. Now the talent show since Gail wants is to perform a little extra before the competition-which by the way, so stoked that she picked you to do the next solo."

On the first day of school back, Gail announced that the Trebled Belles would be performing at Barden's talent show and there would absolutely be no ifs and buts because she already signed them up. What the cherry on top to this surprising news back was that she wanted Stacie to not only solo at the talent show with whatever as a group they decided to sing and choreograph by themselves, but also, she wanted Stacie to solo at the semi finals.

"I'm pretty excited, that's for sure," Stacie smiled, nodding her head agreeing. She had a lot up her sleeves as far as their performance at semis. "This time left over is going to go by fast for sure."

"I wish there was more planned this half of school." Aubrey slumped her shoulders at the thought of high school and graduation coming up. Last semester it felt like them as a whole were busy all the time. Now, being stress free from college, all big tests out of the way, they had all this inexperienced free time on their hands and nothing to do with it.

Nor did they really know what to do with it either.

Stacie pulled into Aubrey's driveway and waited for her girlfriend so they could walk in together. Even though it was considered a school night, Aubrey's dad allowed Stacie to stay over until ten, that's when it was time for her to leave. It's been months but still to this day, she will never get use to the thought of her dad liking someone she dated as much as he loves Stacie.

It was honestly so bizarre, but on the bizarre side where it makes her heart feel all warm and tingly seeing her girlfriend bond without any forcible pressure with her usually upright, stickler for a dad, who always scared away anyone she brought home in the past.

In the words of Me, Posen, " She's definitely a keeper."

Making it to Aubrey's room after saying their "hellos" to Bill, who was reading a book peacefully on the living room couch, Stacie booked it without a flinch to the bed and fell face first into the mattress with a strangled grunt. She lifted her head up at Aubrey, who was giggling at her antics while she put all her school stuff away, and she ushered her over with a curl to her fingers.

Eyes rolling playfully, Aubrey followed her orders and crawled her way up Stacie's length until their fronts were pancaked together, their noses skimming one another and their lips just barely ghosting each other.

"You know what we should do?" Stacie asked, leaning in to peck her girlfriend's lips so delicately Aubrey could've floated away at the action. She hummed in response, body and everything, literally, going flaccid under Stacie's brushes with her fingertips along the dip of her lower back. "Go on vacation."

At this, Aubrey pulled her face away, thinking that Stacie was joking, but everything about her facial structures proved she wasn't. So, she knitted her brows together, unsure what Stacie was aiming at.

"Seriously!" Stacie saw the puzzled confusion in Aubrey's eyes and shot up, sending Aubrey to roll off of her and huff dramatically into the blankets on her bed that just strangled her by the sudden movement. "How much is in your savings?"

Getting re-situated now that her perfectly comfortable cushion tossed her aside like trash and she had a face full of her hair that needed to be brushed back, Aubrey eventually answered. "Um….I think close to a thousand, maybe nine hundred. Could be more honestly when thinking about how many hours at the water park where I worked and my boss scheduled me for."

Without fantasizing too much of her girlfriend lifeguarding at a water park, walking around in a small red bikini, tan basically golden and saving people's lives for a living, which is so undeniably hot that Aubrey is CPR certified and a fantastic swimmer, Stacie lit up, standing to receive her phone from her backpack while Aubrey kept the same confused stare on her face.

"What are you doing?" Aubrey questioned when it became obvious that Stacie wasn't going to answer anything with her eyes now fixated to her tapping thumbs across her cell phone screen.

Stacie gave her a finger, still as confused as ever with what she could be doing, but once the phone that she was tapping on moved to her ear, Stacie came back to lay next to Aubrey on the bed.

"Conference call," was what Stacie answered with, and Aubrey could only roll her eyes at that vague, useless information because she still had no idea what was going on inside Stacie's head. "Beca hey!" She greeted cheerfully and then removed the phone to press the button to transfer the call through speaker.

"What's up?" Came Beca's groggy and irritated as ever response. Stacie didn't answer, but began to type in another number and soon after some rings, Chloe's voice echoed through the speaker. "Hello?"

"Chloe?" Beca answered, confusion laced in her voice when hearing her girlfriend's signature bubbly tone. "What are you…Stacie," she grunted annoyed. " Is this a three way call right now?"

"Technically, it's a four way because Aubrey's here too," Stacie mentioned and signalled for Aubrey to announce herself for the other two.

Leaning down close to the phone's speaker, though it's unnecessary because she is certain that Chloe and Beca could have heard her from where she originally was at perfectly fine, "Hi."

"Hey, Bree!" Chloe's voice rang through the phone, bringing a smile to Aubrey's face. The redhead was another gem she missed an awful lot today while being locked away doing school stuff. "How was the council stuff?"

Aubrey beamed at her best friend through the line, "it was decent. Got a lot of stuff done for the talent show and started pinballing some ideas for prom."

"No it's cool, just ignore me." Beca huffed and it could be assumed the girl was pouting without even looking at her.

"Hi to you too, baby," Chloe gushed in a sickly sweet way. "That's fun, Bree! We missed you at practice. And Becs, I miss you always."

"Uhh huh. Sure."

"Not that I don't love you bechloe moment, because I think they're adorable," Stacie cut in, stealing the conversation from the group. "But we have important business to discuss."

"And that would be?"

"Remember that coffee shop we worked at over the summer in Portland?"

Beca scoffed, "uh, yeah dude. I hated it there and you got in trouble for always flirting with the customers." Where Stacie had the side of her face pressed up against Aubrey's chest caused her to feel the small chuckles shake through her body and mutter something under her breath along the lines of "typical Conrad behavior."

"Awh, Becs! You as a cute little barista?"

"Beale, not cute. I was a bad ass barista."

"Oh right. Cause blending up frappuccinos and spraying whip cream on top is so badass."

" It is if you spike them and put bourbon in it."

Chloe barked out something that was somewhere between a laugh and a surprised gasp. "You did not!"

"Nah, but I thought about it," Beca chuckled amused, probably fantasizing what would happen if she did put alcohol in the coffees she made.

"You're so bad, I love it."

"Guyyssss," Stacie whined into the phone; they were getting literally nowhere in this conversation. She never knew talking to two lovebirds would be an impossible task. "Focus please." Beca and Chloe both apologized for getting side tracked and encouraged Stacie to continue. Rushing to get it out before Chloe gets distracted by a butterfly this time, "how much money do you guys have?"

"I don't know, Stacie. Why?" Stacie groaned, slapping a hand to her face. Goddammit Beca, stop making this so difficult.

"I think like a couple hundred." Thank you Chloe Beale for answering the question and not acting like Stacie just asked you to build a rocket ship from scratch. "It's not a lot, but my brothers are setting me up for a job as a waitress at the sports bar they work at. Something about my charm and personality would not only bring in customers but also tips."

"Quakers?" Beca asked curiously and Chloe hummed to answer. "The one where the waitresses wear those really short shorts and tank tops?" Another hum is given, this time more excited.

Before Beca could say anything else, Stacie snuck in, changing the subject because she knew that conversation was headed in the way opposite direction than what she wanted it to. "Good! Save up. Becs, call Emily."

"Seriously? A five way call right now? What are we in middle school?"

Seeing Stacie getting nowhere with the stubborn pain in the ass that Beca truly was, Aubrey took the reins on responding. "Just do it, Beca," she ordered firmly and Stacie can't even sit there and lie hearing her girlfriend's authoritative didn't make her feel some type of way.

God, bossy Aubrey was so damn sexy.

After a series of mumbled grumbles, the sound of the phone ringing on Beca's line rang through the phone. "Hey Beca." Even Emily's response was so pure and precious that Stacie couldn't even handle it.

"And me!" Chloe added with a chirp and somewhere in there was her signature giggle.

"And me too," then Stacie made her voice present. "And Aubrey." She gestured over.

"Wow! Hi guys!" Emily beamed with so much joy it seemed unnatural for a human being to be carrying so much of it. Is the girl ever not happy?

"Hey Em, I gotta a question."

"Shoot."

"You said your birthday was during the week of our spring break right?"

Beca sighed tiredly, unamused about where her friend was heading, if she was heading for anywhere important. "Stacie."

"Yep!" But Emily answered anyways, giving all of Stacie's plans that no one else really knew besides her the green light. "Why?"

Curving a mischievous grin, "one word, Cabo." Aubrey eyes nearly popped from her head, along with her brows that rose up so high into her hairline they basically became a part of it.

"As in Mexico Cabo?" Aubrey was in full disbelief that Stacie would announce this so called trip. "Why not somewhere normal, like Cancun?"

"Too original." Stacie shrugged.

"Absolutely not."

"Oooohhh that sounds fun! I've always wanted to go there!" Stacie praised herself that she had at least one person on her side;it's not too much of a shock that it was Chloe, however, since she's the queen of optimism.

"Babe, do you know how much that would cost? Hotels, food, plane tickets?"

"Actually, my mom is a flight attendant and I'm sure she could find us a pretty cheap deal."

"Plus, my dad has a buddy who works at the front desk of the nicest hotels known to man. Something about knowing the network," Aubrey explained, combing her fingers through Stacie's hair where she was laying down. That's a good sign; all of this actually was music to Stacie's ears.

Beca let out a strangled groan. "Would your mom even let you go, Em? Do you have the money?"

"She's turning sixteen not five, babe." Chloe snickered her word in. " Also, she's with two adults and two almost adults."

Very true, Beale. Very true.

Stacie hummed in agreeance, inflating Chloe's point, mostly because she wanted this for them and also, because she believed they needed this little get away trip. She needed a little fun with her friends before they're all separated because of college.

"Yeah and my mom basically adores you," Emily said on the line. "She hasn't met Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey but I'm sure we can rearrange that."

"Did you know the drinking age is eighteen down there?" Stacie mentioned, as if that was the most important theory in the books. "And though Aubrey and Chloe aren't officially eighteen yet, both of you are hot enough to play a little hello titty with bartender for a margarita or two." This earned herself a slap to the side of the head where Aubrey was playing with her hair and she only giggled smugly into the cotton of Aubrey's shirt but assured her girlfriend that she was joking with a kiss to the collar bone.

"We could do invite Benji and Jesse!" Chloe exclaimed, excited at the thought of the whole gang together for spring break. Maybe even Fat Amy and CR would like to tag along, if not having other plans.

It was a while away, giving them three months to save up, ask their parents and sort out everything in a planner as to where they would stay hotel wise, plane tickets and all that jazz. The thought was crazy; it's so last minute and out of the blue.

But high school was almost over; their time together as one big family was ticking by the second.

What better graduation present than to have a fun, exhilarating week long trip to somewhere blissful outside of the country with only good company?

Nothing.

That's what.

"Oh Benji is coming." Stacie stated, drumming her fingers above Aubrey's stomach, just under where the cell phone rested. "He's going to come in more than one way, if you get my drift."

"Fucking Hell, Stacie! Really?" Stacie couldn't help but laugh at Beca's appalled response, even though she knew it was inversely going to come after a comment dropped like that.

"I don't get it." Of course Emily didn't get it; she's too innocent to be piled on by the amount of filth that comes out of Stacie's mouth more times than not.

"Stop being so JV, Beca."

"You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Then stop being it and I won't call you that anymore," Stacie battled back with and was a victory on her part, aside from the pissy grunts from Beca through the line. "Em, it's your birthday. The big ol' sixteen!" Jesus , was Emily a baby, now that she said it out loud. "We all are graduating, going off to college where we are destined to become brain dead. Don't you want some fun before we all disburse?"

There was a heavy silence that took over each line on the phone, all the individual bolts and screws twisting away in thought.

Chloe was the first to break it, "I don't know about you guys, but I could use a break. Away from school, poms and most importantly my brothers."

Stacie smiled hearing that Chloe was budging into the idea.

"I agree," Emily spoke up next.

Stacie lifted her head up off Aubrey's chest, hopeful that her girlfriend would be up to it as well and that's exactly what she got when she was rewarded with the positive double whammy, a nod and shrug. Awesome, that only leaves one more person to be on board.

Sucks that it was the hardest one to crack.

She really thought it'd be Aubrey- though she has been less uptight and more flexible, in more way than one-who would end up being skeptical about the idea, but turns out, it was her no longer living on the wild side, grandma of a best friend.

"Come on, Becs." Stacie put on her best childlike whining voice, but she received nothing back from the stubborn girl. On to plan two and the motherload of all plans, "Ginger, little help here." She knew Beca was, for lack of a better word, whipped by her girlfriend, so she could count on Chloe to do the convincing.

"I'm not going to force my girlfriend into anything because it's not right, nor is it me, but babe, this could be a lot of fun-"

" Yeah babe!" Stacie encouraged, cutting Chloe off and earned herself another slap to the side of the head, as well as a steely scowl from Aubrey, hushing her quiet.

Chloe cleared her throat obnoxiously, a silent annoyance to Stacie interrupting her. " Anyways, as I was saying, this trip could be fun. I'm sure Tina and Warren, even my parents and maybe even Bill would be okay with it, especially if we are talking about grad presents."

"She needs to bribe Beca with her boobs," Stacie whispered away from the phone, covering her mouth so only Aubrey could hear. "Girl is a total sucker for those things."

Aubrey shook her head laughing; Stacie was incorrigible, but spoke nothing but the truth. Beca doesn't say she's a boobman just for the Hell of it. "Shut up."

"We could spend our days at the beach!" Emily chipped in excitedly.

"True! And we can drink our pina coladas on the beach," Chloe agreed, hinting towards her own persuasion.

"Boobs, Chloe," Stacie hissed whispered, impatiently waiting for the grand finale because Beca has been dead silent for a while now. She even checked to make sure the call didn't get disconnected, or if Beca hung up, but looking, she saw that the girl was still on the line, apparently just ignoring everybody as they all tried to bribe her into going.

" And I know you wouldn't want to pass up the chance at seeing me in a bikini for a whole week, now would you?"

" Jackpot ," Stacie said out loud to herself. No way was Beca going to turn down that preview. Great job, Beale.

There was more silence buzzing through the line connecting all of them and it wasn't until Beca released a defeated sigh, muttering a barely audible "fine" into the speaker when Stacie squealed into the phone, pumping her fist up in victory.

"Save up you bitches, because we are going to Cabo!" She cheered, overly excited and Aubrey was flinching at the extra heighten in volume, but she didn't care. This wasn't something to just act calm about; they were going on vacay for Spring break.

"Oh God," Beca groaned, but at this point she was chuckling and not so uptight and moody like she was seconds ago. "What the fuck did I just get myself into?"