Where art thou, Rebeca

CHAPTER 3

Chapter III

Sailing Through a Storm

                                     Groaning into consciousness, Chloe sat up from the bed she was on, her slowly opening eyes slamming shut as the bright rays of the sun is reflected by the bright, yellow color of the room she was in. 

Yellow. Snapping her eyes open despite the pain, the redhead felt a surge of panic course through her as she realized she wasn't in her room, which must've mean she's in a strangers house, which must've mean she drunk to much and... Sighing in relief, Chloe saw no one beside her on that massive bed, the other side didn't seem touched either, but a lingering feeling of panic was still there when she saw that she was wearing only her underwear beneath an over-sized band shirt.

Grumbling as the pain settled back in her head, Chloe stood up carefully and made her way out of the room, entering a narrow hallway, the redhead paused for a moment. Unlike the room she had been in, the corridor was painted in a deep royal purple and the wall was filled with countless of pictures, Fat Amy, she remembers her kind host last night, was a constant one in all of them pictures on the wall. 

As she went on, forgetting her headache for a moment while she looked through what seemed to be photos from enjoyable outings and parties, Chloe abruptly stopped when she noticed someone very familiar. On one of the photos her eyes skimmed through, Chloe found a petite brunette in what seemed to be one of Amy's pool parties, clad in nothing but a brown two-piece, water proof eyeliner still on as she smiled at the camera, dripping like a wet rat on a storm.

It made Chloe smile for some reason and she barely noticed, turning to another picture, Chloe couldn't help but giggle at the brunette's grumpy facial expression as Jesse, last night's pub host, and Fat Amy, sandwich Beca between them with big smiles on their faces, the other three people at the back of them were laughing hysterically. She saw more pictures of the same crowd with Beca and Chloe finally gathered that they were Beca's best friends.

Beca was smiling in every picture with them and Chloe had gathered she was not the one to smile most often with people she doesn't trust, so it was a safe conclusion for the redhead. Turning her head to another photo, it the same crowd of five, plus Beca, in graduation gowns, certificate of completion and big smiles on their faces. 

Then Chloe remembered. Soft hands, flushed bodies, seductive chuckle and ravishingly soft lips. The redhead's fingers shot up to her lips as her eyes turned distant, still looking at the photo. She remembered Beca hands on her throat, choking her lightly as her other hand squeezed her ass, that felt divine to the redhead. She remembered how close they were, how Chloe could feel the brunette's heart beat on her chest, breath mingled together as they breath the same air, lips just inches apart. Chloe remembered that satisfying smirk and teasing laughter that still rang out through her ears, a sure sign of Beca enjoying her lustful agony. Then those lips, those lips that Chloe craved on first touch, that Chloe craved when Beca pulled away, that Chloe still crave now as memories flashed before her eyes. She was so absorbed of remembering the sweet affair of her poisonous lips that she never felt the other presence in the corridor.

"That was on our college graduation." Chloe yelped and jumped away when she heard someone speak behind her, feeling her heart race as she looked at Beca.

The brunette in question was smirking in amusement, fully intending to really startle the redhead. Beca stared at Chloe for a moment, discreetly checking the redhead out in only her black lacy underwear and her own over-sized band shirt. Beca didn't notice just how long the redhead's legs were, or how beautiful her inner thigh look, or how her collarbone looked very sexy, she noticed Chloe's dilated eyes even though she was startled. So Beca smirked.