"I failed my chem test," Beca announced with a sigh as she sat down at their lunch table.
"Are you gonna be able to play tonight?" Chloe asked.
"Yeah, my grade's only a D so I'm not ineligible or anything," Beca shrugged.
"That Mia girl won't shut up about you in history," Jesse said to Chloe sadly.
"That's it, I'm so fucking done with her treating you like shit," Beca said angrily. "I'm talking to her."
"It's fine Becs, I'm just gonna ignore her," Chloe sighed, stirring her soup around.
"No, that's not working and you're clearly hurt by what she's saying. I'm done seeing you hurt Chloe, you're my best friend and my girlfriend and you don't deserve this," Beca said seriously.
"But you're gonna get yourself into trouble and then I'll feel bad," Chloe replied knowingly.
"Who says I'm gonna do that?"
"Beca you were gonna punch her out at the hotel a few weeks ago, you're angry at her and I know how you are when you get mad."
"It's gonna be fine, just let me talk to her," Beca pleaded. She was sick of seeing her girlfriend so upset.
"Fine, just talking though," Chloe said.
"Alright," Beca agreed. "Hey can you drive me to the game tonight?"
"I'm staying at school and one of the seniors is probably driving me since my mom won't have time to come home," Chloe replied with a shrug.
"Come home with me, I'm closer to the field than you are," Aubrey shrugged.
"Really?" Beca asked with a smile. "Thanks Bree."
"Yeah, of course," Aubrey replied with a shrug.
The bell rang and Beca stood up from the table, holding hands with Chloe. "I'll handle things with her, don't worry," she said, hugging the redhead. She gave Chloe a gentle kiss on the cheek before pulling away. "I'll come by your locker after 8th period."
"Sounds good babe," Chloe smiled, picking her books up from the table. "See you later!"
Beca walked over to her locker to get her books for her 6th period class before spotting Mia across the hallway at her locker, talking to her friends. "Hey," She said quietly as she walked up to Mia and her friends. "Mia, can I talk to you for a minute."
The taller blonde nodded and her friends gave her a confused glance before walking away. "What?" She asked the brunette coldly.
"You need to stop talking about Chloe," Beca said, deciding to be up front with her.
"How do you know I'm talking about her?" Mia asked with a shrug.
"Because my friends are in your classes and they heard you," Beca shot back, crossing her arms.
"Why does it bother you so much?"
"Because you don't fucking talk about people you don't even know, especially about their sexualities. That's their business." Beca could hear her voice raising and tried to remind herself that Chloe wanted her to stay calm, but she was already too riled up.
"I don't understand why you're making it your problem," the taller girl said with a shrug.
"Because Chloe's my best friend and I'm not gonna let people talk about her," Beca said. "Mia you're so fucking ridiculous. You talk shit about her in front of people who are gonna make sure to do something about it. I don't even know why the fuck you thought it'd be okay to talk about her."
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Pitch Perfect (BEING REWRITTEN)Fanfiction
When Beca's parents force her to join the softball team she meets a bubbly redhead named Chloe that might change her feelings about the sport and about life in general.