Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CLXXVIII - Bechloe: Why Do You Care? (Part 2)

Beca is angry. Well, that's an understatement - she's REALLY angry. She's always angry but now more so. She didn't need the lecture from Chloe and Luke. She doesn't like it when people force their opinions onto her. That's what Beca thinks anyway. Any advice is forcing it and Beca hates it. She just wants to be independent. She doesn't want to live by the rules. Rules have gotten her nowhere, or so she thinks. The arrogance of youth is a toxic situation.

"There she is!" Stacie greets with open arms. "Welcome home."

"This creepy-ass warehouse isn't our home, Stace," Beca snaps, lighting a cigarette.

"Okay," she sighs. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"Really? You're snappy and you're smoking. You do both of those things when you're stressed out, angry, or upset about something. So, I'll ask you again - what's wrong?"

"Geez, dude, can I get some slack?" Beca pushes past the girl and goes into her office while the rest of the gang congregates in the main area.

Stacie closes the door behind her and watches the shorter brunette put her feet on the desk as she looks through some paperwork.

"Who pissed you off this time?" Stacie probes and Beca sighs agitatedly. "It was that cop again, wasn't it? That Chloe woman?"

Just her name is enough to send chills down Beca's spine.

"What did she say this time?"

"That's none of your business."

"Oh, Becs, it's entirely my business when you've got feels for a Detective."

"I don't have "feels", Stacie! Would you quit saying that?"

"I'll quit saying that when you admit that you like her!"

Stacie is teasing but she's also serious. She knows Beca better than anyone and Beca knows it. That's the curse of having a best friend who just knows you.

"I don't like her, okay? We're two very different people. She doesn't really care about me."

"You keep saying this but she really does. She's always checking up on you AND she's supplying you with cans, which we need more of, by the way."

"I don't think she's gonna give me them anymore, especially red ones."

"I still think we need to change our colour."

"We're not changing our colour. We've picked it and now we stick to it."

"Umm, from memory, YOU picked it because of a certain redhead that you couldn't stop thinking about and the colour of the paint made you think of her..."

"Goddammit, Stacie! Would you shut up?"

Stacie simply giggles. She knows Beca doesn't mean what she says most of the time. She knows how to get the girl riled up. It's always been so easy.

"Beca, if you wanted to be taken seriously in this gang, you've got to distance yourself from her. Everyone's worried about you and getting a little suspicious. I mean, when was the last time we went on a raid or did something together to help us grow? We're being held back and it's increasing the more time you spend with her."

"Okay, first off, I don't need to be "taken seriously" in this gang because it's MY gang that I made. Secondly, we need to be careful in what we do, which means we can't go off dicking around all the time and getting caught like those other losers on the west side of the city. Lastly, Chloe has nothing to do with this. She doesn't control what I do. I'm my own woman and I do what I want when I want. I just humour her and that's it. I was out tagging tonight so there's no need for anyone to get worried about me getting soft or anything like that."