Goodness me - hey there.

First and foremost, wow I am so sorry for this unexpected wait. I have been super duper busy with school work, and stress is literally up to my chin since summer ended. But here is Chapter 6 for those of you who DO read my garbage.

Writer's block is a bitch. Don't know how I feel about this chapter. But, oh well.

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"Oh my God, oh my god, oh my God,"

"Chloe, chill out – it's fine," Chloe halted her pacing, spinning around to point a finger at her co-captain.

"It is not fine Beca!" Beca's lips parted as she tried to think of something to say.

See, she's witnessed numerous Chloe Beale freak-outs before, and yeah I guess telling her to 'chill out' isn't the best thing she could do – but Beca's never been one to comfort people. It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she's really bad at it when she tries.

And the smell of bleach mixed with the general public bathroom stench isn't all too comforting.

All she could really do was watch the taller girl pace and mutter 'oh my God' over and over again. She sighed, scratching at her scalp lightly.

"There's twenty two texts from the Bellas Bec. Twenty two!" The brunette leaned on the counter top, nodding silently. She couldn't help but to feel kind of – guilty or something? But she shook that feeling off.

"It can't be that bad." And within the few seconds she got those words out, the pink phone was shoved in her face, followed by an aggressive 'look for yourself'.

She grabbed the phone, beginning to swipe through the group chat labeled, 'Barden Bitchez'.

Fat Amy[2:40PM] I'm just saying, if we include a little stripping into the choreo we could draw in a whole other crowd

Beca[3:02PM] Yeah… I don't think so Aims.

Stacie[7:20PM] Omg, guys. Bechloe is a go, I repeat, Bechloe is a go!

C.R[7:24PM] What? No way, you're shitting us right?

Emily[7:25PM] What's a 'Bechloe' again?

Fat Amy[7:25PM] Bechloe is when two captains get their pitch on

Emily[7:26PM] Wait so, Aubrey and Chloe are?

Fat Amy[7:27PM] No offense, but .. Legacy, you are the dumbest person alive.

Stacie[7:30PM] This is not a DRILL! They are on a double date with Chloe's one ex, the one who was a total aca-dickwipe

Aubrey[7:30PM] Have they finally gotten their heads out of their asses? What did I miss?

Emily[7:31PM] Wait so, will someone tell me what Bechloe is :-(

God, the Bellas could be so weird sometimes. Beca couldn't help but snigger as she continued to scroll through the texts.

"Beca!" The brunette was somewhat dazed from the texts, so she let out a little hum of acknowledgment.

"This isn't funny!"

"It's a little funny." Chloe let out a loud groan.

Stacie[7:31PM] Bechloe = Beca + Chloe. It's simple math

Emily[7:31PM] I don't remember learning that

Lily[7:32PM] 555 – 378 – 9447

Fat Amy[7:33PM] What's that number for?

Lily[7:32PM] :)

Aubrey[7:32PM] I'm in a meeting, so I can't talk much. So she's on a double date with Tom and the hobbit's her plus one?

Stacie[7:33PM] Bingo

Beca huffed, handing the redhead her phone back before crossing her arms over her chest.

"I am not a hobbit." She muttered under her breath. Chloe slid her phone back into her pocket, taking a break from all the pacing. Thank God, because it was making Beca's head spin.

"What are we gonna do?" Beca shrugged in reply. What can they do? She wants to help Chloe, and she wants Tom to feel inferior – cause he is. But the biggest gossip she's ever known – the one and only Stacie Conrad everybody – just had to send that message in the group chat.

The brunette began to tap out a beat onto the sink counter in thought.

"Well," She began.

"Doesn't this mean a lot to you? I mean – I like Tom about as much as I like crocs, but if you don't want to continue," Beca drawled out her sentence allowing the redhead to infer the rest.

Chloe let out a sad chuckle, shaking her head. Beca watched as the girl gnawed at her lip and she just wanted to poke it, to stop her from doing that. It makes her anxious whenever Chloe did that, you wouldn't believe the amount of times she's broken the skin there and needed Beca to pick up a special type of lip balm for it to heal.

"You know, I kinda wanna kidnap Tara." Beca raised a questioning and slightly amused eyebrow at her.

"When Tom and I dated, he always seemed like such a charmer. Good looks, funny, totes the whole package," The brunette grimaced. She hardly found Tom any of the above, but she kept her comments to herself.

"But once you hit the six month mark, he becomes distant. Then a week after that, you catch him with another freshman." Beca clenches her fist at her side as Chloe inhaled shakily.

She snagged a brown paper towel, those bright blue eyes focusing on something behind Beca. When Chloe doesn't give eye contact, you know she's thinking really hard about something. Beca swallowed the lump in her throat thickly.

"Jamie Pierce."

"What?"

"I found him with Jamie Pierce, she was at Bellas' tryouts one year." Chloe's fingers fidgeted with the piece of paper, folding it into a smaller square as if just to do something with her hands. Beca hated to see her like this, absolutely hated it.

"Yeah, I – I walked into his room with a belated six month anniversary gift and," Chloe shrugged, giving Beca a sad smile.

"And then it was over." The redhead turned back to the mirror over the sinks, setting down the folded paper towel onto the granite. Those ocean eyes scanned over herself in the mirror.

Beca was on fire.

Tom is about 5'10. Beca is a solid 5'2. But she's given him one of her famous left hooks before – though they've been retired for a few years – she could give him a throwback tour. And right now, she's itching to hurt him. Or maybe try and save Tara too, either is okay.

A small silence floated by before the redhead began to wash her hands.

"We have to stop this before we get in too deep." Chloe said distractedly. Beca shook her head with a sigh.

"We're already in pretty deep, Chlo." Truth was, they were in pretty friggin' deep. Stacie's sent texts to everyone, they might as well continue through with the plan. The only thing holding Beca back from doing just that was the thought of Chloe being uncomfortable.

Beca doesn't mind what happens.

She wants Chloe to be okay, and she wants her to be happy so it doesn't matter. Beca sighed.

"So what would you like to do?" Beca asked. Chloe swatted her hands against the sink a few times before rubbing the paper towel against her palms. She shrugged. The redhead stared at Beca for a moment, nodding slowly.

"Let's come clean, go back to normal." And as the DJ searched those cerulean eyes, she couldn't exactly pin point the emotions the normally bouncy redhead was feeling. Deciphering what was running through the other girl's mind was similar to finding your way through a maze without legs. Seemingly impossible.

Beca parted her lips a few times, snaking her tongue out to moisten them before patting her thighs. She motioned behind her.

"After you."

As the girls exited the clean bathroom – Beca was pleasantly surprised by how well she could see her reflection in the counter top – they quickly scanned the area until their eyes landed on the other half of this double date.

Beca furrowed her brows.

Where the hell did Tom go? He just left Tara sitting at the booth by herself, what a douche.

"I see you two didn't get far." Angling her head to the side, said douche was giving her a cross between a smirk, and a grimace. A sharp exhale came out of her nose before she bit her teeth together. It's like he wasn't even really trying to hide the fact that he was very much so – homophobic.

"Sorry, Beca needed some - " There was a pause from the redhead, Beca being quick to finish her sentence.

"Chapstick! I needed some – chapstick, yeah." Her eyes might've been too wide when she said that, but the man-baby in a poloshirt didn't seem to question it. Thank God Chloe wasn't still with Tom – it may have just killed her.

Back in her first few years of college, Tom was never really an issue. She wasn't as close to Chloe as she is now, but anyone in the group could see just how awful of a boyfriend Tom was to the senior.

And Beca very much so preferred the women role models in her life over her male role models.

Tom reminded her of her male role models. And she can't really imagine what it'd be like if Chloe was with Tom now, she just knows it'd be hell.

"Tara and I need to head out, sorry to cut the night short." The food didn't even come yet – what a gentleman.

Beca resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but also focused on Chloe. Weren't they just going to tell them that the whole thing was a spoof and that it was off anyways? Will they have to keep going with this thing? There were so many questions going through the brunette's head at that moment as she waved goodbye towards the couple. But mainly just for Tara.

"What now?" She mumbled without much confidence, watching the two leave the restaurant – Tara actually holding the door open for him.

She heard the girl beside her let out a sigh before grabbing her forearm, and pulling Beca back to their booth.

"Let's just eat our food."

"I am pretty hungry."