Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 3: I Just Wanna Know You Better

"Girls, you should get ready to leave or you're going to be late." Dr Mitchell tightened his tie before placing a kiss on both of the girls' head's who were still sitting at the dining room table.

Beca finished off her coffee before talking. "Yeah, yeah we're going." She sighed, standing up from her chair with a stretch of her arms.

"I gotta run but I'll see you both tonight. Good luck at school." John left on that note and the two teenagers finally started to get ready to leave.

Beca and Emily both got their jackets on, Beca grimacing out the window at the rain battering it's way off of it. "It's September for Christ sake." Beca whined.

Emily laughed as she pulled her hood up before throwing her bag onto her shoulder. "Okay I'm ready." The freshman said, hugging her arms around herself.

Beca screwed up her face at the fact her leather jacket didn't have a hood as she pulled her car keys out of her bag. "This is totally not something I need at this time of the morning."

"We gonna run for it?" Emily chuckled as she watched her step sister open the door.

"Totally." Beca hit the unlock button on her keys which made the lights of her black Audi A5 flash. Her father and step mother were pretty well off financially so they could afford to get her a pretty nice car, although they were on her back about getting a part time job so she could run the thing herself.

"Go go go!" The girls squealed as they locked the door behind them, running to the car and quickly climbing in.

"I don't think we should be made to go to school in this weather." Beca sighed, throwing her bag onto the back seat before pulling her seat belt over herself.

"Preach." Emily replied, finally being able to take her hood down. Beca put a hand on the back of Emily's seat as she turned her head so she could see as she was reversing her car out of the driveway. "Are you gonna get a part time job?" Emily wondered as she recalled the previous conversation over breakfast about Beca needing to make her own money.

"Uh I guess I have to but I don't know what." Beca replied distractedly as she successful drove out of the driveway, turning on her window wipers as she drove on.

"What about babysitting?" Emily suggested, reaching forward to turn the radio on.

"Kids can smell fear, no way." Beca quickly shot down the idea, shaking her head which made Emily chuckle.

"Kids aren't bad."

"They are so! Oh my god." Beca retorted and Emily rolled her eyes.

"Hey, isn't that Miss Beale?" Emily pointed out the window at a redhead, walking along the sidewalk, practically drenched from the torrential rain. Beca followed Emily's finger and almost whacked her head off the steering wheel because she very well knew that was Chloe. They couldn't seem to get away from each other.

"No it's not."

"It totally is!" The younger girl protested, waving her finger around frantically as if it was going to convince her step sister.

"It isn't." Beca sang. "Anyway how do you know who she is?" She asked although she didn't turn to face the younger girl as she was too busy concentrating.

"She's my teacher too." Emily furrowed her brow as she thought Beca already knew this information.

"Oh."

"Yeah 'oh' now pull over, at least give her a ride to school." Emily leaned to her side and tried to grab the wheel to pull towards the sidewalk but Beca let go of the wheel herself to repeatedly slap Emily's hands away.