Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 9: What do you mean?

Chloe barely slept that night. She spent the entire time at Beca's side on the couch as the said brunette just repeatedly vomited into the bucket beside her all night. She felt guilty, she was really supposed to be the responsible one since Beca is obviously younger than her and of course she began to worry about the girl since when you're at the point of vomiting, it's not a good sign.

The sound of retching once again woke Chloe up from her not so heavy sleep. "Ow." The redhead complained, her hand flying to her neck due to the sharp pain that coursed through it from the way she fell asleep sitting up. "You alright?"

Beca lay her head back down and groaned. "What time is it?" Her voice was raspy and groggy, not even bothering to open her eyes to look at Chloe.

The older woman held up her left wrist and squinted at her watch. "9:30." Chloe was surprised at what time it was because Beca's last bout of sickness was a good few hours ago.

"Did you like let me get hit by a bus or something last night?" Beca's eyes stayed closed but she tried her best to form her smirk.

"Beca you drank basically everything that you could buy there." Chloe chuckled and stood up with a stretch. She picked up the bucket and the towel which had been thrown over it and took it into the bathroom to clean out.

"Can I ask you how you're so unphased by vomit?" Beca called through to Chloe as she placed her hand on her pounding head.

Chloe returned into the living room with a laugh and the bucket in her hand. "I have a kid. I've been cleaning it up for 4 years."

"Point taken."

Chloe sat back down and pulled Beca's legs into her lap and began running her hands soothingly along her bare skin.

"Hey did I do anything stupid last night?" Beca asked with a wince.

"Hmm...not that I can think of. Oh wait when we were in the taxi, you kinda just kept like trying to grope me and the creepy driver kept looking back whilst I was trying to keep your hands to yourself." Chloe laughed, giving Beca a playful slap on her leg.

"Oh my god I'm such an embarrassment." Beca groaned.

"Don't worry about it." Chloe reassured with a wink.

Beca hated how quick the weekend flew by and now she was back at school. Luckily she had English and was standing with Jesse, Stacie and the rest of the class outside the room as they awaited Chloe's arrival.

"Good morning class, sorry I'm a little late." Chloe smiled at the seniors lined up outside her classroom and unlocked the door, ushering them inside. "Now don't take your normal seats because I've made a seating plan."

There was a chorus of groans from the teenagers.

"Yeah, yeah, life's soooo hard." Chloe mocked with a laugh and walked over to her desk. "Your names are on the desks so you can find your seats." She explained and motioned to the desks which instead of being individual were now set out into two's.

"Yes!" Beca and Jesse gave each other a high five after finding out they were sitting together and the shorter brunette sent a sly wink towards Chloe.

"Alright guys don't get too excited, settle down." Chloe chuckled as she grabbed her whiteboard marker off of her desk and began writing on the board. "We're going to be taking a break from Lord of the Flies for just now and start writing some personal essays." Chloe spun around and tapped her pen in the palm of her hand.

Most of the class protested and Chloe gave a sideways glance towards Beca who was smiling down at the desk. Chloe smiled also, thinking Beca was excited to finally write a proper essay in class. That was until the redhead realised that Beca was too busy using her phone underneath the desk.