Beca loved the snow. Scooping up some of the newly fallen fluff, perfect for packing, she readied, aimed, and threw.
Tom, who had Chloe cornered on the other side of the quad, jerked from the impact of the snowball that smacked into the back of his head. Whirling around, he looked for the perpetrator , but since Beca was calmly talking to Stacie , he passed over her. Then, as soon as he turned back to Chloe, Beca pitched another perfect hit, Again, he spun around, and again Beca was talking to Stacie.
After repeating this cycle a couple more times, the jock finally got tired of being beaned in head, and Beca watched in satisfaction as he stalked off, leaving Chloe alone. What didn't make her happy, however, was that Chloe was now striding purposely towards her.
"Are you a member of a softball team?" Chloe called out as she stopped five feet away in front of Beca, "Because you probably should be."
Beca coolly met Chloe's gaze. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Ginger. Are you talking crazy again? Should probably go and find some meds for that... So..." she made a shooing motion with her hand, "Git"
Instead of getting annoyed like she had hoped, Chloe closed her eyes and smiled, shaking her head to herself. She then opened her eyes, gave Beca a warm look, and walk away, throwing, "Thank you anyways, Beca," over her shoulder.
Beca growled, crossing her arms, glaring at Chloe's back.
"Becs?" Stacie asked, moving closer behind her.
"Oh, it's noting, Stace," Shaking her head, Beca drew the taller brunette away, leading her inside before the bell could ring, "Just the Red headed girl being her usual pathetic self, That's all , Now, How's your date with Aubrey?"
