bechloe ~ high school

Chapter 13 (Sneaking into Chloe's)

Chloe's heart jumped into her throat as she noticed her parent's car in the driveway while she pulled up to her house. It was Thursday. They weren't normally home when she got back from school on a Thursday.

The redhead parked up then tugged her phone from her handbag, immediately dialling Beca's number. Chloe took a deep breath as she brought her phone to her ear and listened to the dialling tone. She had to stop her from coming to the front of the house.

Beca glanced down at her phone which began ringing on the passenger seat of her car. She could see Chloe's name on the screen and she smiled. But her smile quickly waivered when she answered it while she drove, hearing how frantic Chloe sounded.

"Beca! My parents are home!" she hissed.

"Oh.." Beca said, swallowing loudly. She wasn't sure why she presumed Chloe's parents would be out of the house. Probably because her mother was usually out of the house when she returned home from school most days, "Um...did you want me to just go home?"

Chloe immediately felt her stomach drop at the thought. No. No, she definitely didn't want Beca to go home. She wanted her here. She wanted to be able to talk to her and hug her and kiss her and-

"No, definitely not." the redhead looked up at her house. There was really only one option. She'd have to sneak Beca into her house somehow. "Okay, how about you park on the street just before mine. Number 1469? That's the house that backs onto mine. The old lady who lives there is away visiting family so you could park in her driveway? Then-"

"-sneak into your back yard from hers and climb up to your bedroom window!" Beca said as if it were a brilliant plan. She heard the senior giggle sweetly down the phone and it brought a smile to Beca's face.

"Oh. Well, I was going to suggest I just make sure my parents aren't near the back door and I sneak you in that way but...if you'd rather attempt to shimmy up to my bedroom window?"

A broad smile grew on Chloe's face, her thumb twiddling Beca's ring on her index finger as she heard the younger teen quickly reply, "No-no. The back door sounds like a much better idea. I'll head to, where was it, 1489?"

"1469," Chloe reminded, "it has a bright blue garage and a tiny dolphin water fountain in the front yard."

Beca squinted as she turned into the street that would hold the illusive house numbered '1469′.

Chloe tapped her fingers nervously on the steering wheel of her car, listening out for the girl's response.

"Ah, got it. 1469. Aaaaand...yep there's the dolphin fountain. Weird"

Chloe let out a shaky exhale of relief. Phase one of 'sneak Beca into her house' was complete. Now for her end of the deal, trying to ensure her parents were no where near the back door so she could actually get Beca inside the house, "Right, I'll see you very soon." Chloe whispered, not overly sure why she was whispering. It wasn't like anyone could hear her.

"See you soon." Beca whispered back, turning the ignition of her car off, then grabbing her bag and almost falling out of the car as she ended the call.

As Beca strode through to the back yard, closing the gate behind her, she didn't take the time to look at the street in front of the house. But if she had she would've seen Aubrey, slowly crawling past the house in her car. The blonde had frowned, surprised that Beca hadn't followed Chloe home. Perhaps the grumpy alt-girl didn't have anything to do with Chloe's strange behaviour. So Aubrey decided to call it a day and drive home herself.

Chloe stepped into her house, her heart hammering with nerves and excitement. Beca would soon be here. In her house. And Chloe couldn't wait! All she had to do was sneak her into the house without her family noticing.

The redhead placed her handbag on the floor by the staircase and wandered quickly through to the kitchen, hoping her parents weren't there. To her delight they weren't. At least she'd be able to get Beca this far.

Beca stood with her hands on her hips, looking up at the fence she would have no choice but to climb over in order to get to Chloe. Her short plaid skirt didn't exactly ooze practicality when it came to trying to hop over a fence. But then, she hadn't exactly factored in that particular activity when she'd picked out her outfit for school this morning. With a slight groan the brunette lobbed her bag over the fence, then began to scramble up and over it. She lost her footing and fell over the other side, landing in The Beale's back yard with a thud.

"Argh! Shhhhit!" The teen winced as she got to her feet and dusted herself down, trying to inspect whatever damage may have occurred. Fortunately there was little more than a graze on her right elbow. It would all be worth it soon. At least, that was what Beca thought as she picked her bag up.

Until a voice sounded to her left, making her jump, "Uh..can I help you?", and Beca caught sight of Chloe's father for the very first time. Shit.

Chloe dashed up to her bedroom to discard her handbag, calling out as she moved, "Hey, Ma?"

"Yes sweetheart?" Mrs Beale called out from her own bedroom, and Chloe winced slightly. God it was one thing to try to sneak Beca into the kitchen, it was going to be a nightmare to try to sneak her up to her bedroom if her mother was already upstairs.

"How come you and Dad are home so early?" Chloe tried to ask casually as she placed her handbag by her desk then walked out of her bedroom, stuffing her phone in her dress pocket.

"We needed to drop your Grandma home early so she could meet her friend for coffee." Chloe's mother said as she walked out of her bedroom and past her daughter to head downstairs.

"Oh a-are you going out again?" Chloe asked nervously, hoping that Beca wasn't already at the back door of the house. The redhead followed her mother down the stairs, her heart racing in fear. She didn't know why she was trying to keep Beca from her parents. Perhaps because she had really fallen for the teen and didn't want to put too much pressure on Beca. Perhaps because she also really enjoyed the thrill of them sneaking around.

"Only to choir later this evening..." Mrs Beale said as she reached the bottom of the stairs and began walking around to the kitchen at the back of the house. Chloe dashed after her mother, but suddenly her heart lept into her throat as she entered the kitchen while her father stepped through the back door.

"Chloe," he said in an amused tone, "I found someone in our back yard..."

Beca felt numb with fear. Sure, Chloe's Dad seemed nice enough. But what the man didn't know was that the seemingly innocent, petite girl was actually screwing his daughter...

"Oh," Chloe managed to choke out, the colour having drained from her face as she saw the teen walk into the kitchen behind her father. Beca's hands clung to her bag that was slung over her shoulder, Chloe's ring on her index finger. "Hey there Beca, um...you're here to help me with my Math homework, right?"

Beca's eyes flickered from the beautiful teen to the girl's mother who stood beside Chloe with a slightly furrowed brow but a kind smile, "Uh yeah...yep, Math. That is exactly why I'm here."

"And exactly why you couldn't park in our drive and use the front door like a normal person?" Mr Beale joked.

Beca cleared her throat awkwardly, shuffling her feet as she looked from the man down to her feet. God, this was awful.

Chloe couldn't watch this any longer, so strode forward to rescue the girl she had fallen in love with over the past couple of days, "Anyway, yes Beca is here to help me with my Math so..." the redhead took hold of Beca's arm and gently tugged the teen towards the door of the kitchen with the intention of leading her upstairs, "...if you don't mind. The sooner we get it done the sooner Beca will be able to enjoy her evening without being interrogated by my father."

Chloe's parents watched the two teens dash out of the room and heard them run upstairs to Chloe's bedroom. Mrs Beale turned to her husband, raising her eyes as he grinned at the empty doorway, having loved teasing his daughter.

"If Beca were a boy you'd be fuming right now.." Mrs Beale said with a light smile, moving towards the fridge.

"True," Mr Beale agreed, heading for one of the kitchen cupboards, "But she isn't. So they can have the bedroom door closed while they study for all I care." and the parents started preparing dinner, completely unaware that the girl their daughter had taken up to her bedroom wasn't there to help her with her homework...