Snitches and Witches

Chapter Six.

"Okay listen, I'm not make believing this shit" Beca said to the Skype call with her sister as she was unpacking her stuff.

"Never said that, just your senses for spirits aren't always accurate" Dylan replied; sipping her coffee.

"Well this one is accurate. Can't you just fly out here? For a weekend? Help me out?" She fired the questions at her.

"I don't know, Bec-"

"I will pay alright? Stay here with me, help me out" Beca was basically begging her at this rate.

"I can this weekend, I want to meet Chloe anyway since your brain keeps only thinking about her" Dylan smirked.

Beca froze from unpacking her clothes and putting them on hangers. She turned to the laptop; giving the younger girl a glare. Dylan just returned it with a smile.

"Is she really as hot as you're thin-"

"Shut it" Beca snapped. "Just, send me the link to what plane tickets you need and I'll buy them. I have to finish unpacking"

"Alright, sounds good" Dylan said before they said bye and hung up.

Beca exited out of Skype and opened her Spotify. She hit shuffle on her playlist that had all of her favorites. Instantly Frank Sinatra started to play. Beca walked away; mumbling to the lyrics as she returned to unpacking.

She took out each shirt, hanging it up in the closet. Beca was regretting having as many items of clothes as she did because it was taking awhile to hang them all up. But, she got lost in the music as she filled up the closet. So lost into the music she didn't realize Chloe leaning in the doorway.

"So, is Sinatra still lame?" Chloe asked when she song ended.

"Fuck!" Beca jumped as she threw the hanger across the room. She let out the sigh before running a hand through her hair and giving Chloe a glare. "Ever heard of knocking?" She asked.

"The door was left a bit open, you never fully closed it" Chloe informed her.

"Still, knocking is a thing" Beca said as she walked over to grab the hanger she threw.

"So, tell me" Chloe said; shutting the door behind her and sat on the edge of Beca's neatly made bed. "Is Sinatra still lame?" She smirked.

Beca was pissed off. Chloe had just stormed in without knocking and listened to her sing to herself. That's invading her privacy basically. She grabbed the hanger and turned to face Chloe. Anger boiled up in her; until she saw that smile.

It all calmed down instantly. The familiar anger Beca felt faded from her. Her fingers that were clenching the hanger tightly let go a bit so she wasn't holding it super tightly. Instead she was loosely holding it with her thumb and finger.

"You remember that too?" Beca asked.

"Like I said, I remember everything" Chloe grinned. "You were such a punk looking girl" She chuckled.

"What am I now?" Beca asked.

"Still punk, just hotter" Chloe shrugged like she didn't just flirt with Beca. She got up and walked around; seeing if she could help Beca with any boxes. "This okay for me to unpack for you?" She pointed to the box labeled "Albums"

Beca was frozen though. Her face beat red as her jaw was dropped open a bit. She had that familiar stare that was only used when she saw Chloe. The girl was in total awe. Chloe had just flirted with her and Beca didn't know how to respond.

"Beca?" Chloe asked.

"Y-yeah?" Beca snapped out of it.

"Can I unpack this for you?" She asked.