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“Hey, I could even bring in some Destiny’s Child, some old Bella-era power?”īeca turned her body towards her friend. “I’m thinking we go with an all-Beyonce setlist for regionals.” Chloe nodded in response, eyes still distant. She stared across the pool, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, a slight flush on her cheeks that Beca simply attributed to the excessive amounts of Jiggle Juice that they’d both had that night. “Hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it.” Chloe took a deep sip of her drink, her right hand mere inches away from Beca’s left. “I think my favorite part was Stacie literally pushing Benji into the pool just with the power of her boobs.” “As if we needed any more proof that the Bellas were the best group on this campus.”īeca, finally back in control of her breathing, let out a slight laugh. Once the party had mostly cleared out, Chloe grabbed them both drinks and sat with Beca on the edge of the pool, feet resting in the water.
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At one point, Chloe’s chest to Beca’s back, thumbs resting on the skin between her jeans and the bottom of her shirt, Beca found her breath coming short and fast, despite the Bellas’ intense cardio routine of late.
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She’d never told anyone when the anniversary of her parents’ divorce was, but Chloe was there.Ī few months later, at a Treblemakers party that Jesse missed due to his internship running late, Chloe and Beca had swept the crowd into an intense dance-off that ended with the two Bellas pressed against each other to the tune of ‘Drunk in Love.’ And damn if Chloe didn’t know how to use her hips. When they’d first moved into the Bella house, Chloe had burst into Beca’s room, bottle of wine in hand, dragged the DJ away from her laptop, and sat on her bed listening until 3 AM, because she’d somehow just known that Beca needed it. Chloe had this strange ability to sense when Beca’s snark had a certain taste of true discomfort behind it. Not just during midnight piano-bound arguments over arrangements or when Beca forced headphones over her ears to make her agree that yes, ‘Brave’ and ‘Roar’ did have exactly the same beat.
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In reality, it had all started when a girl with bright eyes and an even brighter smile had called the snarky alternative girl over, handed her a crude, homemade flyer and invited her to help make their “dreams come true.” Over the next year, she’d been accosted by the same girl naked in the shower (though that did have its own perks), forced into a Miley Cyrus sing-a-long, and gone on a cross-country trip to New York to which the old Beca would have had to be dragged, gagged and bound.Įven more than that, Chloe Beale had listened. As the other Bellas looked on, Beca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Hell, it could even just be Chloe’s natural scent for all she knew. Tell me what?” As Chloe stepped forwards, Beca was enveloped by a familiar cloud of perfume. Would it really be that bad to do it again? There were only a few months left in the year, and Beca had spent much of her life before college in a relatively solitary fashion. It would be simple to snap a few snarky phrases and storm off, putting four years of her life and the best friends she’d ever had behind her. It would be easy to just blurt something out about her internship and the real world, maybe even turning it around on Chloe, who seemed ready to fall into her fourth victory lap. “C’mon Beca, just tell her.” Amy stepped behind Beca, who silently cursed her friend’s ‘Open Book’ policy as she fought to control the turning in her stomach. Beca’s breath caught in her throat and she stuttered out a few unintelligible phrases as Chloe’s brow furrowed further. Chloe Beale, walking ray of sunshine, stood in front of Beca, hands knotted into the waistline of her shorts, blue eyes blazing. “What could be more important than this?”īeca slowly turned around to find a distinctly non-Chloe expression of rage splashed across the redhead’s face.