It Was Inevitable

Chapter 3.

First period of the day: English. Beca sighed as she walked with Amy and Stacie to the class. Ever since her detention yesterday, Beca hadn't been able to keep the redhead out of her mind. She was determined to prove to Miss Beale that she wasn't all that Posen had said and that she could behave and do well in school.
"What're you thinking about missy," Stacie asked as she waved her hand in front of Beca's face.
"Nothing important," Beca replied.
"I forgot to ask, how was your detention yesterday?" Amy questioned.
"It was alright I guess, any detention is boring," Beca shrugged.
"Who took it?
"Miss Beale had to, unlucky since it's her first week," Beca grimaced slightly.
"Did you wind her up?" Amy asked.
"Nah she wouldn't do that to Miss Beale," Stacie smirked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Beca asked.
"Nothing I just know you wouldn't do it," Stacie shrugged.
"Hmm.. I found out she's a friend of Posen though. So thanks to the sergeant, Miss Beale thinks I can't behave and I'm rude," Beca huffed.
"You're mostly only like that with Posen though right?" Amy asked to clarify.
"Yeah; I'm not even that bad, she just thinks it's worse because she's out to get me," Beca laughed. "Beale's going to wipe my slate clean though, I asked her to, but I gotta make sure I prove to her that I'm not as bad as Posen makes me out to be, and that might even include laying off her a bit," 
"Fair enough, good luck with that," Stacie nodded as they approached the door for English, "lets see about this slate," she laughed as she held the door open for Beca.

It was midway through the lesson and Miss Beale had set some questions to answer about the play they were studying, Macbeth. Least to say, Beca was struggling. A few balls of paper lay scrunched up on her desk and through the quiet murmurs of the class, Stacie could hear her groan every now and then,
"Beca, what's wrong," Stacie asked as she tapped her desk.
"Nothing," Beca grumbled.
"Is it the class or something else?" She continued prying.
"I'm just... finding the work a bit hard okay Stace, leave me be," Beca stated as she rubbed her hands over her face.
"Alright," Stacie sighed, knowing well that if she continued to ask it would only rile Beca up further.
As Beca rested her head on the desk for a second and took a deep breath as she rised up and opened the Macbeth book once again to reread the extract given.
"Beca, are these for the trash?" A voice asked, Beca ignored it at first, too concentrated in the book as her tongue slightly stuck out from the side of her mouth.
"Beca," The brunettes eyes snapped up to see Miss Beale knelt at the end of her desk.
"Huh? Sorry," Beca said, wide eyed.
"I asked if these were for the trash," the redhead asked once again as she pointed to the screwed up balls of paper that littered the desk.
"Oh, um yeah," Beca nodded lightly.
"Alright, are you okay?" She asked as she collected up the balls of paper in her hands, staring with care at Beca.
"Yeah, yeah," Beca smiled lightly as she gave a tight nod, "thank you." Miss Beale stood with a smile and took the balls of paper in her hands to the bin, casting a glance back toward Beca as she saw her with her pen in her mouth as she stared down at her paper.

Miss Beale took a glance to her watch and stood up, clapping her hands once to grab the classes attention,
"You lot can pack up and go when you want, if you can place your work on my desk on the way out, thank you all for working so well," she smiled as she sat back down in her chair, hearing multiple students get up and place their work on her desk. Most students left the room with choruses of 'thanks Miss' or a simple 'cheers'. She watched Beca continue to work, being one of the last people in a room as the others filed out. She stood up and grabbed a chair, placing it to the side of the brunette. She waited for her to finish her work before she looked up and gave a small smile,
"I'm guessing you'd like to speak with me," Beca gave a light laugh as she sat back in her chair, flicking the pencil between her fingers.
"Not an interrogation I promise," the redhead mock surrendered with a smile.
"Phew," Beca smirked.
"How was the work today?"
"Fine, yeah,"
"So, the balls of paper, the groans of frustration, the head on the desk, the scrunching of the eyebrows... I'd hate to see you when I give you work you like," Miss Beale cocked her eyebrow at Beca.
"Woah, and I call myself a detective," Beca smirked.
"Seriously Beca, what's wrong, I'm here to help you not patronise or judge you,"
"Fine," Beca huffed, "I don't like Shakespeare. Well, I mean I like him I just can't understand him, like at all, which makes doing class work rather difficult,"
"There, doesn't hurt to admit it does it. That's fine," Miss Beale said, "in fact, I might have an idea,"
"No, I refuse to sit in the library at lunch," Beca laughed.
"Don't jump the gun Mitchell, I'm offering you help here,"
"Sorry, do continue,"
"At the school I used to work at, many students benefitted from tutoring, one on one sessions where we would go through work from lessons or if there's something you'd like to work on we can do it together," Miss Beale smiled.
"Hmm, doesn't sound too bad I guess, my moms on my case for getting my important grades up or I don't get a car next year," Beca shrugged.
"There you go, we don't have to do it for long, maybe just about 5 weeks? Do you want to organise now?"
"Erm, yeah sure,"
"What days are best for you?" Miss Beale asked.
"I can do.. Thursdays or Fridays?" Beca said as she rocked back on her chair, checking the time on her phone to make sure she wasn't going to be late for her next class.
"Thursday? That way we both won't have to stay late on Fridays," miss Beale shrugged.
"Fine by me. So here on Thursday yeah?"
"Yeah, I'll see you then Beca, thanks for admitting to this,"
"It's alright, as long as you don't tell anyone," Beca winked, she laughed as she stood up joined by the redhead as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
"See you on Thursday Beca,"
"Bye Miss Beale," Beca called over her shoulder as she left, a smile on her face.

Beca hurried to her class, having missed the chance to speak to Jesse or Stacie she stuck her head down and dashed through the corridors until she arrived in the room and sunk in her chair. Philosophy was the only class that neither Stacie, Jesse or even Amy were in so she preferred to keep to herself. She groaned and slouched in her seat as the professor started to talk. Beca reached into her bag and grabbed her headphones and her phone, plugging them in she started to listen to a playlist made of her mixes, droning out the boring noise of her professor talking.

A/N:
How are you guys liking the story so far? I'm switching to regular weekly updates on Saturdays from now on hopefully so next chapter next week!