Not so unexpected

12. Well s**t

Okay, it's been two days since she talked to Beca for the last time.

Beca avoided Chloe the whole practice and now she was doing it at school as well. Chloe guessed that Beca was mad at her because she left with Tom without telling her, but Chloe didn't like avoiding her so she was going to talk to her, and now was the moment.

The ginger saw Beca enter to the classroom with her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn't say a word when she sat next to Chloe.

Chloe said a shy 'hi' to Beca; she only gave her a side glance and nodded.

"I'm sorry." Chloe said after a while. Beca looked at her, giving her all of her attention. "I should've told you I was leaving with Tom, I just forgot about our thing."

"Of course you did." Beca mumbled back writing something down in her sheet.

"What do you mean?" Chloe asked confused.

"We've been going to my house every Monday and Wednesday after school for over 4 months or so, I'm pretty sure you forgot to tell me that I could go home instead of staying outside for an hour like an idiot." Beca started raising her tone a little bit.

"I'm not like everyone who forgot about you." Chloe snapped without realizing how harsh she sounded and what she said.

"Oh so everyone forgets about me." Beca snapped back.

Chloe shook her head. "No, not like-" She couldn't finish her sentence before Beca cut her off.

"No, I get it. I'm happy that you are going back with such big douche bag like Tom." Beca said the word Tom like if it was venom or something. "If you're happy, good for you. Hope you end with big ass horns on your forehead like every other stupid girl who hooked up with him."

"Are you jealous of Tom? Are you starting this because of Tom?" Chloe asked.

"The only thing that bothered me was that I'm your, and I quote, really fast best friend. If I am you best friend why didn't you tell me you were going out with Tom again?" Beca's tone was soft; she wasn't making a big deal of it. "Why would I be jealous of Tom anyways?"

"I don't f*****g now, you tell me." Chloe said pretty loud, everyone's heads turning to them.

The teacher stood up from his seat and slowly walked towards their desk. "Beale, Mitchell. Out." he said in a calm voice.

"f*****g great job, Beale." Beca took her backpack and stormed out of the classroom, Chloe too shocked to realize she was actually getting sent to detention. She stood up and quickly followed Beca out of the classroom.

She saw the brunette standing against a wall, struggling to untangle her ear buds.

After a minute, the teacher came out of the classroom and gave them both a paper.

"An hour of detention for interrupting the class?" Chloe said reading at the paper. Both of them were walking to detention.

"And cussing." Beca added.

When they reached the room, they handed their papers to the person who was watching them and sat down, Beca sitting on the further corner of the room.

No word was said during nor after detention, lunch time was the problem. Beca walked in the cafeteria with Stacie and Amy besides her. Stacie and Amy were talking about something Beca wasn't interested in listening.

"Are you with us or what?" Stacie asked clapping her hands in front of Beca.

"Sorry." Beca apologized.

"You're zoned out, you okay?" Stacie asked frowning.

Beca nodded and walked out of the cafeteria, Amy and Stacie looked at each other in confusion, then, they realized what Beca was looking at.

Jesse was sitting at their usual table, Chloe was there, Aubrey was there as well with other Bellas and Benji, yet they still didn't know why Beca left.

"Where's Beca?" Jesse asked Amy when she approached them.

"Hum, Shorty went outside." Both girls, Amy and Stacie noticed Chloe's body tense at the mention of Beca's name.

"I should go check on her." Jesse stood up grabbing his lunch.

"I go with you." Stacie said following him.

They found their friend sitting against a tree with her Mac on her lap. She was focused on the mix she was doing, her fingers moving with the beat. "f*****g shit." she murmured to herself when she found a mistake in the mix.

"Why are you here?" Stacie asked standing in front of her.

"Hi." she said avoiding the question still looking at the screen.

"What's going on?" Jesse sat down next to her and bumped her shoulder softly. "Something's bothering you."

"Besides you two, nothing is bothering me." She sighed.

"Rude." Stacie snapped back rolling her eyes, a habit she got from Beca.

"What do you want?" Beca started to get frustrated; she really wasn't in a good mood.

"To know what's going on in that heads of yours." Jesse replied.

Beca didn't face either of them. "Nothing."

Jesse was about to ask again, but Stacie stopped him by shaking her head.

"Let's go. She just needs some time." Jesse nodded and stood up.

This was why Beca appreciated Stacie, she knew when she had to leave her alone and never pushed her to open up, she knew Beca opens up with time.

Instead, Stacie sent her a text.

Legs: shopping after school? We're skipping Bella practice :)

Beca smiled at the text, Stacie always knew what Beca needed. She agreed and put her phone back in her pocket.

After school, Stacie waited for Beca outside. She was against her car when the shorter brunette saw her.

"I know you hate shopping AND Christmas, but I have to start with Christmas shopping." Stacie apologized.

"Meh, it’s ok." Beca shrugged getting in Stacie's car.

Stacie drove them to the center mall; the ride was pretty quiet, Beca looking out of the window the decorated street with the mistletoes and all that Christmas stuff.

Stacie was looking at some clothes when Beca felt her phone buzz in her pocket.

Red: I guess no more math classes for me.

Beca had to admit her heart skipped a beat when she read her name on her screen. She thought about the reply for a minute before typing.

You: Not today.

Pretty dry, but for some reason Beca was mad at her, well, a part of her was mad, the other part couldn't be mad at Chloe.

"Mind helping me over here?" Stacie asked, snapping Beca out of her thoughts.

Beca quickly put her phone in her pocket. "Sure."

"You know my mom, which one would look better? Red or black?"

Stacie showed Beca two different dresses, the red one was a long dress with no sleeves that showed cleavage. The black one was above the knees and had long sleeves.

"Black." Beca said

"Beca Mitchell choosing black, how weird is it?" Beca rolled her eyes with a smile at her friend's comment.

After a long 45 painful minutes of looking at clothes, the girls left the store.

"You look tired. Want a coffee? It’s on me." Beca's mood was off a bit and Stacie noticed it, as usual.

"I’m always tired, Stace." Beca sighed. "It’s the season, probably. But I can't say no to free coffee."

"Asshole." Stacie snapped.

"And you love me."

The girls grabbed a coffee and sat on some chairs the bar had. They chatted and laughed about random stuff for a while before starting to walk again.

"You'll tell me soon or late, so just spill it." Stacie said dumping her cup.

Beca looked at her in confusion.

"Chloe looked upset, you're off and I know it’s not just Christmas. Spill it." Stacie pushed.

Beca sighed. "I may or may not have fought with Chloe and we may or may not have been sent to detention."

"Why though?"

The girls entered a*****e; it was more of Beca's kind of store. Converse's everywhere, snap backs, tees, plaids. Beca's style.

"She said she forgot to tell me she wasn't going to come with me after school; I told her I didn't believe her shitty excuse because we've been doing this for at least 4 months or so." Beca explained.

"True." Stacie agreed

"So we started fighting and she yells at some point so we were sent to detention, we didn't talk since then." Beca said like if she was bored.

"Okay... Are you jealous about Tom then?" Stacie wondered.

Beca was finishing her coffee and apparently she forgot she was about to swallow because she spilled her coffee all over herself trying to speak.

Stacie laughed leaving a pair of red shoes back on it place. "Damn Becs, you're a baby."

"I'm not jealous of Tom. I'm only mad at her because she left me waiting for her like a stupid while she was probably making out with the douchiest guy on earth, who will probably hurt her by the end of the day and nobody wants that for somebody that you care." Beca said those words like if she was rapping, Stacie trying to understand a single sentence; failing miserably.

"Okay..." She said after a while. "I can't still see the s****l tension between you two."

"I’m not even gay." she said trying to convince herself more than trying to convince her friend.

"Easy there."

Beca really liked this place; there were tons of flannels and shoes that she liked. She still preferred baseball caps before snapbacks. They shopped for two hours more. They were making the way back to Stacie's car when both of them noticed they had tons of texts from the Bellas.

"Shit." they muttered in unison.

They got in the car and read them, for their luck none was really important nor did no one say something about them skipping practice.

"Bella bounding?" Beca asked.

"It’s a thing apparently." Stacie said. "and it’s this Saturday."