bechloe ~ high school

Chapter 20 (The Fight)

Beca slammed her car door shut and slung her rucksack over her shoulder. She couldn't help the grin that was wiped over her face. Yeah she was tired. Staying awake texting Chloe until around 4am hadn't exactly been the best idea but she certainly didn't regret it.

As the brunette made her way between the cars in the school car park she let out a happy sigh. She couldn't wait to see Chloe again. Not that she'd be able to see her today like they had been while they weren't in school. No, Beca had started to get used to the idea of only seeing Chloe while passing her along the school corridor. And after yesterday's run-in with Drake in the 'secret bathrooms' in the science block, Beca wasn't sure if she and Chloe could meet in there any more..

Beca licked her lips thoughtfully as she remembered what had happened in that bathroom before they'd been interrupted yesterday lunchtime. She and Chloe had made out heavily in the cubical. One thing had led to another. And before she'd known what was happening she'd come undone around Chloe's fingers. Fuck her girlfriend was hot. Girlfriend. Beca still couldn't stop grinning as she made her way through the doors into Barden High, drifting amongst the gaggle of other students, completely under anyone's radar as usual.

She rounded the corner and approached her locker, unlocking it and pulling the door open. Beca filtered through the class books that she'd chucked in there the day before, pulled out her Math book while letting out a sigh. God she hated Math first thing on a Friday morning. She couldn't imagine anything worse being on her agenda.

Unfortunately, Beca didn't need to imagine it. Because as the brunette closed her locker door she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Beca turned and her eyes immediately fell upon Drake, or more specifically the ginormous bruise that was currently surrounding his jaw. The part of his jaw that Beca had punched yesterday.

"You got a little something on your face there Drake.." Beca snarked at the jock. He might have been in the year above her. He might have been a foot taller than her. He might have been twice the width of her, his muscular body towering over the petite brunette. But Beca wasn't afraid of him. Because that bastard had assaulted the girl she loved. And Beca was fucking fuming.

Drake didn't seem to take Beca's comment well, and the senior stood up straighter, "You piece of-" the boy started and Beca saw him bring a fist back. The girl's mind immediately flickered to the 'training' her older brother had given her a couple of years ago. When Darren had insisted that she learn self-defence before he went off to college because he wouldn't be around school to stick up for her. And Beca ducked to her right just as Drake's fist began flying towards her face. "-SHIT!" the jock yelled, finishing his sentence in an aggressive tone, his fist colliding with the metal door of Beca's locker.

Beca stepped to the side, her fight-or-flight instinct ringing in her head. She glanced at her locker door that now had a very obvious fist-sized dent in it and felt relieved it hadn't been her face. But she wasn't given much time to recover, and she watched as Drake turned to face her.

In the midst of the young man yelling at Beca and his fist hitting her locker door, a crowd of students had gathered around them, all whispering and muttering between them. But Beca didn't pay any attention to them. She was too busy focusing on how quickly her heart had begun beating. Too busy flinging her rucksack to the side to be able to adjust her body position, ready to defend herself if necessary.

"I know." Drake said in a bitter voice, beginning to pace a little in front of the teenage girl, like a caged animal, "I know about you and Chloe.."

Beca took several deep breaths, swallowing loudly. If she wasn't feeling so hepped up on the adrenaline pumping around her body at the moment then she would've been concerned, wondering how the hell Drake had found out. He wasn't smart enough to work it out on his own that was for sure.