♡ The Girl Behind The Microphone ♡

♡ Nineteen ♡

Beca roamed the halls. She checked the whole outside of the hotel. From the parking lots, tennis court, pool, and to even the dumpster. The dumpster seemed a little extreme, but Beca didn't want Chloe to be dead in there.

Everywhere Beca looked, but just couldn't find the bubbly redhead anywhere. It was frustrating the shit out of her. The place was a pretty big sized hotel, but not so big Chloe would be able to get lost in. The brunette ran a hand through her hair as she walked back into the hotel. Whipping her phone out for what felt like the millionth time to text Chloe; she checked the messages between them to find nothing.

Beca: Chloe, where the hell are you?
            This is getting annoying
            Are you forgetting regionals?
            Jesus Christ, Chloe

"Excuse me" Someone said; snapping Beca's attention away from her phone. It was the front desk clerk. He had blonde hair that was slick with the gel to keep it back. He smile was so generic Beca wanted to rip and crinkle it like paper.

"Yeah?" Beca asked; walking up to the desk that was up to her chest for how high it was.

"Can I help you? You were just standing in the doorway on your phone" The boy laughed.

"Oh sorry, my friend is missing. Not sure where she went off to so I've been searching for her" Beca shrugged.

"Really? How can I help with that?"

"She's a redhead. Not sure if you've seen her. Hard to not hear her. She's always giggly, smiling all the time, uh...her eyes are really blue and she seems like she's skipping but she isn't. Also she's-"

"Alright. I get it" He laughed. "Don't need why you love her explained-"

"What?" Beca asked.

"You went really into detail. Nothing that's gay does not just go by me without it not being noticed" He smirked.

"Well.." Beca started. She looked at the name tag on her tippy toes to read it. "Zack!"

"Yes?" He asked.

"You are wrong. She's a friend. I just-"

"Why are you fighting so hard to find her then" Zack smirked; placing a hand on his hip.

"Because! She's a friend, also Regionals tonight for our acapella group" Beca said; crossing her arms.

"Sure" He mouthed as someone walked up.

"Excuse me, sir. Your elevators are shut down?" The guy that stood mountains over Beca informed.

"They still are? I heard someone yelling-"

"So did I!" The big guy said.

"Which ones?" Zack asked.

"Down the hall by the breakfast room" Beca said. "Right?" The brunette checked with the guy. He just nodded and walked off to join his family to their room.

"I'll call security" Zack spoke as he put the hotel phone to his ear.

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"Help!" Chloe weakly yelled. She had ate the girls breakfast. But she didn't drink all of their drinks. The girl already had to use the bathroom, but refused to in the elevator.

Chloe had been in the elevator for almost three hours. We're the girls even looking for her? The selfish part is Chloe wanted them to. But, she knew Aubrey was strict on competition days. They were all probably rehearsing or getting ready to leave. Checking her phone again to see no service, but it was almost eleven in the morning now and Chloe was still stuck in the elevator.