Hi! Back again. Feeling the inspiration to write. I hope everyone is aware of the slow burn that's about to happen in this fic, I like a little yearning. Thank you all for the comments! I appreciate them all! Here's some more Bechloe for you guys!
Chloe wasn't sure how long they danced to DJ B's set, but she knew she had a pretty good buzz from the music by the time the crowd was cheering the DJ off the platform. They made their way back over to the bar to grab another drink, Chloe giving Jesse a smile as he walked over to them.
"What'll it be ladies?" Jesse gave them a smile and lined up the shot glasses before Chloe even got a word out.
"You know us that well, Jess?" giggled Chloe. Jesse just winked and whipped out a bottle of tequila, pouring the shots and sliding them over. As they clinked their glasses, she noticed Jesse smiling to someone a few feet away from them, walking over to help them.
"B! How's your night been? I haven't seen you much!"
Chloe almost dropped her shot glass onto the bar when she slightly turned her head and noticed the side profile of one Beca Mitchell. Beca reached across the bar and gave Jesse a fist bump, her smile crinkling the corners of the one eye that Chloe could see. She gave Beca a quick look over, noticing the ripped black jeans and black band t-shirt. All black. She felt a nudge in her arm, nodding her head when Stacie leaned over to let her know they were headed back to the dance floor.
"I'll meet you guys in a sec, I want another shot." Chloe turned her body, leaning one elbow on the bar and dropping her chin into her hand to get a better look at Beca. She laughed while talking to Jesse, showing off straight, white teeth and a dimple on the side of her mouth that Chloe fixated on. Her eyes roamed down again, taking in her simple swagger, the way she leaned effortlessly on the bar and had one foot propped up on the step of a chair. Chloe was truly, and effectively fucked. She had such a huge major crush on Beca.
"Miss Beale! Nice to see you, how are you?"
Scratch that. Dr. Beca. Her teacher. Chloe's creepy staring caused her to not notice Jesse walk back towards her, making Beca turn her head and notice Chloe. Beca titled her head slightly, her smile growing a bit more as Chloe's chin slipped slightly from her hand, dark blue eyes staring boldly straight into Chloe's. Get it together, Chloe.
"Hi, Dr. Mitchell." Beca chuckled softly, her eyes squinting slightly in the flashes of lights that roamed over her face. Chloe mentally kicked herself for crushing on her teacher. Her totally hot, talented teacher.
"Please, call me Beca. Dr. Mitchell makes me sound like my father." Chloe giggled and waved Jesse back over, smiling at him when he immediately poured another shot for her.
"One for you, Beca?" Jesse asked. Beca only shook her head.
"No, I don't drink anymore." Anymore. Chloe clocked that word before thanking Jesse, downing the shot quickly. "How's your night been, Miss Beale?" Chloe almost choked on the shot.
"If I can't call you Dr. Mitchell, can you please call me Chloe." Beca only smiled.
"Okay. How has your night been, Chloe?" Okay. Mistake letting her call Chloe by her name.
"Uh, it's been pretty cool, DJ B was awesome. Didn't know she was making a comeback," Chloe carefully stuttered out her response, wondering if Beca would say anything about the wink.
"Yeah, I haven't seen her live since her last show. She's pretty cool, I met her out in LA when I lived there. We've been friends for a few years." Chloe noticed Beca's lack of eye contact when she spoke, which was very different from the heavy eye contact she was making before. Weird.
"I—" Chloe started to respond, but was cut off but a loud clapping sound from the bar. She leaned her head around Beca's to see security in a tight circle, slowly making their way through the crowd, heading towards the back exit. She saw a flash of chocolate brown hair in the middle of the circle and could feel the confusion on her face. The wink, the outfit. Was Beca not DJ B? Was she wrong?
"I've gotta head out, but enjoy your night. You and your friends get home safe, and be ready for the riff-off on Monday." Beca laid a hand on her arm, giving it a quick squeeze. Chloe felt like she could pass out at the light but simple touch.
"Wait, what the fuck is a riff off?" Chloe called after her. Beca just turned and gave turned her head and gave Chloe a wink, walking out of the bar.
Two hours later, Chloe wrangled her friends into the Uber she ordered, sitting in the front seat to distract the driver from Aubrey and Stacie's roaming hands in the backseat. The drive wasn't long but for Chloe it felt like hours as she went over her and Beca's entire interaction. Was Beca flirting with her or was Chloe just horny and attracted to the brunette? The Uber smiled at Chloe when he pulled up to the corner of the block by their apartment (there was no way she was giving him their actual address). Chloe wrangled her friends into their apartment, rolling her eyes with a smile at the way they fell through the door to their room. She took a quick shower, and laid in bed, her mind roaming through the night. She could feel the beat from DJ B's set pounding through her body again, imagining that wink in her head. Chloe grabbed her phone and headphones from the nightstand, hitting play on the song she searched for and laying her head back on the pillow. She closed her eyes, hearing the song course through her body, imagining Beca slowly crawling her way up her body. Chloe sighed. She reached over to open the bottom drawer of her nightstand, the building beats of Titanium by David Guetta fueling her late night fantasies of her teacher.
The weekend went by slowly for Chloe, as she didn't have much to do besides work on some things for her other classes. She didn't have anything to do for Beca's class, but that didn't keep her mind from thinking about the short brunette. Chloe forced her way through Saturday and Sunday, seeing Beca again was starting to feel like an itching sensation in her body and she couldn't wait to see those dark blue eyes again. When Monday finally rolled around, Aubrey and Stacie had to literally force her to sit still through her other classes. Why did she schedule Music Theory as her last class of the day? They rolled into the auditorium, and Chloe immediately noticed Beca sitting on the corner of the desk, talking to two of the younger girls in their class.
Sophomores. Chloe thought. God, I hate those horny bitches. Leave my girl alone. Chloe blinked after she registered her own thoughts. Her girl? She was starting to lean into the creepy, obsessed student she's seen in all those murder movies. She took her seat next to Aubrey, immediately focusing on the way Beca spoke to the two girls by her desk. She moved her hands a lot, gesturing and smiling when they nodded. One of the girls put a hand on Beca's shoulder before they walked to their seats, and Chloe shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her hands. She had to get this crush thing under control. She looked back up as Beca clapped her hands loudly, drawing the attention of the class.
"Alright, guys. Today, we're gonna do something a bit different. I'm going to assign you into groups and we'll go from there."
Luckily, Chloe ended up in a group with both Aubrey and Stacie, Benji, and another girl that called herself Fat Amy. Unluckily, their group got called down to stand next to another group. Beca smiled and glanced around at everyone.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Beca announced happily, "welcome to your first riff off!"