It Was Inevitable

Chapter 5.

"Hey Beca, are you free tonight?" Stacie asked as she strolled alongside the brunette on the way to Friday class.
"Probably, why?" Beca asked.
"You know Matt?"
"The soccer player Matt?" Beca quirked her eyebrow.
"Yes that one," Stacie sighed, "anyway his parents are out of town and he's throwing a small party, the soccer guys, some basketball guys and then the girls, it's at his place and I wondered if you'd come,"
"Yeah, sounds good," Beca nodded as they stood outside their biology class together.
"Nice, come to mine tonight beforehand?" Stacie asked.
"Uh, of course, I have a free last, I'll meet you at the front," Beca smiled lightly as she pulled the door open and followed Stacie in.

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Chloe sat slouched in her class as she marked her students work in her free period. The previous evening had kept running through her head and she couldn't get the feeling out of her stomach. What was is about Beca Mitchell that had her so confused, so unaware of the boundaries they must have as student and teacher. The redhead thought back to that evening, when she had placed her hand on Beca's leg and felt instant electricity as if it was running through her veins. She couldn't help the pull she felt for the younger woman and the way her smirk fell across her lips before spreading to a small smile. Or how her heart would jump when Beca's dark blue eyes seemed to stare into the soul of hers.
Chloe took off glasses and ran a simple hand down her face with a groan, nothing was allowed to happen, nothing would happen... would it?

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Beca slipped out of her last class and headed to her locker, getting her laptop and heading to Mr Green's class.
"Ey, Mr G," she called as she saw him at the door, welcoming his class.
"Beca, shouldn't you be in class?" He asked.
"Got a free sir," Beca smirked.
"Well then what the heck are you doing here," he laughed.
"I need to borrow a guitar sir,"
"They're in the back," Mr Green sighed briefly and Beca skipped to get one quickly before leaving.
The brunette walked down the corridors with the guitar in hand before coming to a small, empty classroom, she grabbed a chair and placed her laptop on the table, her back to the door and a shaft of light plastered on the wall ahead of her. She had mixed feelings about an instrumental mix but had free time to spare so decided to give it a shot.

As Beca played, recorded, trimmed and tapped away she began to get lost in the guitar as usual. Memories of her, 11 years old, with her guitar teacher in a small classroom at the back of the school as they laughed and Beca learnt. She instantly began playing 'Let Her Go - Passenger' as she remember how her teacher had taught her it and they had played it together millions of times. Her fingers easily found the notes as she began humming the lyrics. Her eyes darted around the room as she played until she noticed the shaft of light distorted on the wall in front of her. She froze internally, as her fingers slowly stopped playing and she spun around, seeing a figure leant against the doorframe.
"Who the fu-" Beca spoke.
"Language," the voice of Miss Beale rang through Beca's ears and immediately made her cheeks redden.
"Chloe Beale. How long have you been there?" Beca asked as she came closer and perched on the front desk.
"Long enough," she shrugged.
"Witty," Beca said sarcastically.
"Mhmm, you're actually really good, it sounded beautiful,"
"Thanks," Beca mumbled, feeling the heat rush to her face again. Chloe came over to Beca and leant over her chair, looking at the programme on her laptop as her hand occasionally brushed over the brunettes back.
"Working on something?" She asked.
"Yeah, um, it's nothing," Beca stuttered as she closed the laptop lid. It was then that the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. Beca cleared her throat lightly as she stood, slipping her laptop into its case and spinning round, being met instantly by Miss Beale's gaze.
"I better go," the brunette pointed to the door.
"Of course, have a good weekend Beca," Miss Beale smiled.
"And you, Beale," Beca gave a nod as she darted out of the door towards Mr Green's class to return the guitar.

It was later that night when Beca trudged up to Stacie's front porch and rang the bell. The door swiftly opened and the brunette was pulled inside.
"You're late," Stacie huffed.
"Cool it dude my mom gave me a lecture," Beca grimaced slightly.
"Come on up, I need to do my makeup." Beca followed Stacie up the stairs and sank on her bed whilst Stacie frolicked in front of her mirror.
It was 10:30pm when Stacie pushed Beca out of her front door before locking it behind them, they began to walk to Matt's house,
"How's it with Miss Beale?" Stacie teased.
"Dude I don't even like her," Beca scowled.
"Oh Becs, I see right through that," Stacie laughed, "it's cool, she's hot,"
"Tell me about it," the short brunette mumbled as flashbacks of the gingers hand on her thigh replayed in her mind for a split second.
As they rounded a corner, they could hear the music from Matt's house. It stood at the end of a road, a massive garden surrounding the main building, lights were on in certain rooms and people could be seen outside smoking and making out.
"What is he, a millionaire?" Beca asked as she took in the house.
"Not quite but he's got enough," Stacie raised her voice as she led Beca inside the door and past lots of people, sending waves and smiles to almost everyone. Beca stuck to her side until they bumped into Matt,
"Stacie, Beca, glad you could make it, here take a drink and get mingling," He winked at the pair as he shoved two cans of beer into their hands and left. Stacie instantly taking a swig of her can and pulling Beca towards the soccer team in the corner.

A few hours and several drinking games later, Beca had completely lost sight of Stacie and become stuck in a classic game of beer pong. A wide smile spread across her face as she watched the boy opposite her down his drink. Beca excused herself politely as she squeezed through the crowd of people, calling Stacie's name. She finally saw the brunette with her leg hooked around the side of an large man as his hands groped her ass. Beca cringed as she left them too it and went outside, sending a text to Stacie to tell her she was going home. Beca began staggering slightly down the road, a smile still plastered on her face from the buzz of the party,
"Beca?" A voice asked. Too busy in her own world, Beca ignored it.
"Beca!" The voice was considerably louder this time and the brunette swung to the road to see a black audi rolling alongside her.
"I don't talk strangers," she mumbled as she turned her back once again.
"Good thing I'm not a stranger then, get in the car," Firm hands had now grabbed her forearms and she was guided into the passenger seat.
"I realllly don't need escorping Miss Beale," Beca huffed from the car.
"It's escorting and tough luck, you're drunk," the redhead huffed.
"I'm not drunk, I'm buzzing. Why are you out so late?" Beca took in Chloe's appearance and saw the presence of makeup on her face as her red curls were pinned back and she wore a dress that landed just above her knees, "neve-mind," the brunette continued.
"Where do you live?" The redhead asked impatiently.
"Nope, my mum'll be suuuper angry, take me somewhere else." Beca stated. Chloe just scoffed as she eyed Beca,
"Where,"
"I dunno," Beca shrugged, "you must have somewhere,"
"I can't take you to my house Beca!" Chloe exclaimed.
"Fine then I'll get out," Beca began to search for the door handle.
"Beca, stop," the older woman sighed, as she swatted Beca's hand away from the door
Chloe took a second to observe the state of the girl next to her, slouched in her passenger seat.. why did she feel the pull again? The tingling feeling inside making her want to take the brunette to her home. She sighed as she began driving.

"Get out," the passenger door swung open and Beca flopped out with a groan, "follow me," the brunette was lead inside an apartment building and soon found herself stood in an unknown place, "stay here," she was instructed, so she did. A few minutes later Chloe returned with a blanket and a pillow, she threw them on the couch before disappearing again. She once again returned with a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, chucking them at Beca.
"Put these on, now."

Soon enough, Beca was in shorts and t-shirt and lie on a couch in the middle of Chloe's living room,
"Shit, what've I done," the redhead whispered to herself as she stood in the doorframe. She shook her head and went to kneel beside Beca,
"Beca,"
"Yes," Beca popped an eye open to glance at Chloe.
"There's water here, I suggest you use it," she kept her voice firm as to not appear to friendly.
"Has anyone ever told you.." Beca started.
"Told me what," Chloe pushed.
"Told you how beautiful your eyes are," the brunette spoke quietly as she brought her hand up to gently graze along Chloe's cheek, causing her to blush slightly.
"No not really, go to sleep now," Chloe removed the brunettes hand from her face and placed it by her side as she tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She stood and began walking away,
"Thank you Chloe," she heard the brunette whisper and she couldn't help her face spreading into a grin as she flicked the lights off...

A/N:
If you haven't already, check out my other story, it's completed n I really want your guys opinions on my writing style!!