Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 2: The Ick Factor

Beca successfully managed to survive English class without drawing much attention to herself. Jesse was wondering what the hell was going on because Beca was usually anything but quiet in her favourite class.

"Hey, are you okay? You're really quiet and you can talk for the whole of the US normally." Jesse asked with a furrowed brow once Beca had breathed a sigh of relief as the bell ringing was music to her ears.

"Yeah I'm good, just...tired that's all." Beca slyly looked up as she shoved her books into her bag before slinging it onto one shoulder.

"Oh okay." Beca wasn't really listening to Jesse as she followed him towards the door, too busy focusing on the fact she could feel Chloe's eyes burning right through her.

"Beca can I have a word with you?" Beca internally screamed as Chloe's soft voice said her name. The brunette scrunched up her face.

"Dude, I'll catch up with you." Beca patted Jesse on the shoulder before slowly spinning around on her heel as Jesse left, cringing as she did so, not daring to open her eyes just yet.

"A high school senior? Really?!" Chloe whisper yelled as soon as the door clicked behind Jesse.

"Okay first of all, locate your chill. And secondly, I'm sorry but I had no choice but to lie about my age." Beca tried to calm the situation down by speaking softer than the redhead but of course Beca's luck is terrible.

"Why? Because you're still of age where your parents can still ground you?" Chloe sighed in frustration, leaning her elbows on her desk and holding her head in her hands, shaking it repeatedly as she tried to grasp what was happening.

"Ouch, hit me where it hurts." Beca quipped sarcastically, dramatically clutching her chest.

"This isn't funny." Chloe replied sternly finally lifting her head.

"It is actually pretty funny because it's seems like we'd make a great sitcom." Beca chuckled but instantly cut herself short as the redhead narrowed her eyes at her.

"What?...how can you be so calm about this situation, Beca?" Chloe asked incredulously, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Oh god this is so so so very wrong." She muttered under her breath.

"Sorry I kinda make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." Beca offered a smile as she shrugged but obviously Chloe didn't appreciate it.

"This is really wrong, you're like 17 and I'm 23 not to mention your teacher. It's just...icky." Chloe rambled quickly, Beca struggling to keep up.

"Woah woah, I'm 18. And wait, I'm icky?" Beca asked with a furrowed brow, pointing to herself.

"Not you just this whole situation. Look I think it would be better for both of us if I just asked to get you transferred to another class." Chloe looked up with apologetic eyes only to find Beca smirking at her. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Just..." Beca began to walk backwards in the direction of the door. "...good luck with that. You'll need it." Beca spun around, swinging open the door before giving Chloe one last smirk over her shoulder before leaving.

"What took you so long?"

"Jesse I said I'd catch up-oh hey Benji." Beca smiled at the boy as all three of them started walking down the hall. Benji, Jesse and Beca had pretty much grown up together, first meeting in elementary school. They are her boys or as she once dubbed 'lesbros' them two and Emily are the only three that know she's gay. Jesse and Benji both were actually crushing on Beca at one point and that's when she knew it was time to tell them that she wasn't one for the penis.

"So how's the new English teacher?" Benji asked his two best friends as they walked down the now almost empty hallway.

"She's really nice." Jesse commented. "She's really pretty too." He smiled off into the distance and Beca rolled her eyes, slapping him on the chest.