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Beca came storming into the Bellas house and threw her bag against the wall by the door.

“Fuck!” Beca yelled. “Fuckety fuck fuck! I work with a bunch of fucking assholes. This has been the shittiest of shit days ever!”

“Jesus, Beca,” Stacie said. “Don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel.”

“But, maybe do it without the foul language,” Chloe added, shaking her head at Beca.

“Fuck you, both,” Beca said, glaring at her fellow Bellas.

“Do you hope to kiss Chloe with that mouth?” Stacie asked.

“What the fuck is it to you?” Beca retorted.

“Keep talking like that,” Chloe said. “And you’re never going to find out what it’s like to kiss me."

“Ooh,” the other Bellas called out collectively.

“You just got called out, big time,” Stacie said laughing.

“Fu-” Beca started.

“Don’t finish that comment,” Chloe said, covering Beca’s mouth. “What’s gotten into you lately?”

“Mmmph,” Beca said, causing Chloe to move her hand from Beca’s mouth. “What the fuck is the big deal? I always talk like that.”

“Not like that you don’t,” Chloe said. “Our first date is tomorrow night and I don’t want to hear that kind of talk. So, I bet you can’t go a full 24 hours without cursing.”

“Ooh,” the Bellas said.

“What do I get if I accept and win the challenge?”

Chloe studied Beca as she thought about it. Stacie got up and walked over to Chloe, whispering something in her ear. Chloe smiled brightly and nodded her head.

“What the fuck, Chloe?” Beca said, causing Chloe to look at her with a raised brow. “Why is Stacie involved in this?”

“Because we’re all sick of hearing you cursing ALL THE TIME,” Stacie said. “It’s like a sickness with you. I’m with Chloe and don’t think you can refrain from cursing for 24 hours either.”

“They’re both right,” CR chimed in. “I want in on that bet.”

“Us, too,” Jessica and Ashley said.

“I’m on Beca’s side,” Fat Amy said.

“Thank you, Amy,” Beca said.

“And I’m willing to bet one dollar on her to win,” Fat Amy added.

“One fucking dollar?!” Beca asked. “That’s it? Don’t you have any faith in me?”

“I don’t have much money,” Fat Amy said. “When you lose, I lose. And I can’t afford to pay more than a few dollars.”

Beca’s mouth opened in shock as she looked around at the girls.

“I bet I can do it,” Beca finally spit out.

“Fine,” Stacie said. “How much are you willing to lose?”

“Wait, Stacie, you didn't say anything about money,” Chloe said. “I thought I was going to make a different kind of bet?”

“You can still do that,” Stacie said. “The rest of us are going to bet money to show Beca how serious we are about this.”

“What were you planning on betting, Chloe?” Jessica asked.

“Hmm,” Chloe hummed. “I don’t know.”

“It’s going to be something sexual, isn’t it?” CR asked, smirking at Chloe.

“If Stacie gave her an idea,” Ashley said giggling, “of course, it’s going to be something sexual.”

Beca scoffed as the girls all laughed.

“My time hasn’t started yet,” Beca said as she pointed first to Ashley and then each of the girls. “So, fuck you. And fuck you. And fuck you.” She pointed to Stacie last, adding, “And a big fat fuck you twice!”

“That’s enough, Beca!” Chloe admonished, shaking her head. “You can’t even go ten minutes without cursing.”

“Stop saying I can’t do it,” Beca yelled. “I’ll do the full 24 hours and show all of you, bitches, how it’s done.”

“We have a few rules before we start,” Stacie said.

“Go ahead,” Beca said. “Your rules don’t scare me.”

“First, you can’t say bitches in the context of speaking of women who make you mad,” Stacie said.

“I know it’s your favorite word,” CR said. “But you especially can’t say the eff word.”

“Or shit, damn, or Hell,” Jessica added.

“Or ass, as in kiss my ass ,” Ashley said. “Do you still think you can do it?”

“And, I know you can speak French,” Chloe said. “So, no saying any of those words in French either.”

“Good one, Chloe,” Stacie said, turning to Beca. “Do you agree with these rules?”

“No problem,” Beca said, looking around at everyone and smirking.

“You really think you can do it?” CR asked.

“I don’t think I can do it,” Beca said confidently. “I know I can.”

“I’m willing to bet fifty bucks that you can’t,” Stacie said, writing it down on a piece of paper.

“Put me down for fifty, too,” CR said. “Against Beca. Can you cover that, Beca?”

“I can cover it,” Beca said. “What about the rest of you? Anyone betting for me, or are you all betting against me?”

“Don’t forget my dollar for Beca to win,” Fat Amy said.

“Right," Beca said, rolling her eyes. "Thanks, Amy.”

“And, to keep you honest,” Jessica said. “Someone will have to be with you every minute for the next 24 hours to make sure you don’t slip up.”

“That sounds fair,” Ashley said.

“I’ll keep an eye on her tonight,” Fat Amy said.

“No,” Stacie said. “You bet on her to win. How will we know you won’t lie to us so she’ll win?”

“That hurts me, Stacie,” Fat Amy said.

“She can stay in my room tonight,” Chloe said. “I’ll keep her honest.”

“I’m okay with that,” CR said. “Does everyone else agree?”

Everyone agreed and finished making their bets. When all was said and done, there were bets totaling three hundred dollars against Beca and one dollar for Beca.

“What about you, Chloe?” Stacie asked, looking at their redheaded Captain. “Are you betting money or something else?”

“Go ahead, Chlo,” Beca said, smirking at the woman. “Hit me with your best shot. I can take it.”

Chloe smiled and got in Beca’s face. “I bet you can’t do it. And if you do manage to make it the full 24 hours, after our date I’ll let you kiss me wherever you want.”

“When you say wherever she wants ,” Stacie said snickering. “Are you talking wherever as in anywhere in the world or anywhere on your body?”

Beca’s head jerked around to look at Stacie. Seeing Stacie’s smug look, Beca blushed and glared at her.

“I’ll let her decide,” Chloe said, shrugging as Beca turned to face her again.

“Um, what do you get if I lose?” Beca asked, her mouth suddenly dry.

Chloe smiled and Beca swallowed loudly. She knew that smile all too well. It was the same smile Chloe was wearing when she invaded Beca’s shower her Freshman Year. That smile was predatory and usually meant trouble for whoever was on the receiving end of it.

“I’ll think it over and get back to you in the morning,” Chloe said, leaning in close to Beca so they were practically nose-to-nose. “That’s if you make it that far.”

“Okay,” CR said, clapping her hands. “All bets are in and…” She checks her watch before continuing. “It’s almost seven o’clock. I say the bet starts at exactly seven o’clock and runs until seven o’clock tomorrow night. All those in favor sing Ahh in G Sharp.”

The girls all sang the note and CR looked at her watch again.

“Any last words, Beca?” Stacie asked.

“Eat shit, Conrad,” Beca said. “Okay, now I’m good. Let’s do this.”

CR’s watch hit seven o’clock and she yelled out, “Time starts now!”

~~ Beca’s Challenge ~~

It had been three hours since the bet had officially started and Beca was doing well. Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound from somewhere upstairs.

“What the f-.” Beca started and stopped when Chloe looked at her with her brows raised. “Flying froot loops, was that?”

“I’m okay!” Fat Amy’s voice rang out just as they heard her stomping across the floor.

“What did you do?” Stacie asked as Fat Amy made her way down the stairs.

“It was nothing,” Fat Amy said as she came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. “Um, hey, Beca?”

“Yes, Amy,” Beca responded hesitantly, looking over at her roommate.

“You didn’t really like that lamp next to your bed, did you?” Fat Amy asked. “You know, the one with the blue lampshade you said reminds you of Chloe’s eyes.”

Beca’s face reddened as she took a deep breath and let it out. Chloe hid her smile behind her hand.

“What the Hel-len Keller were you doing to break my lamp?”

“I wanted to see if I could jump from my bed to yours,” Fat Amy said, shrugging her shoulders. “I made it but didn’t stick the landing. The important thing to remember is that, unlike your lamp, I am still in one piece.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Beca said, clenching her fists and making a lunge for Fat Amy.

Stacie was closest and grabbed her before she could get to Amy.

“French unicorns can’t kiss!” Beca yelled as she struggled against Stacie.

Chloe and Stacie both furrowed their brows and looked at Beca.

“What the Hell was that?” Stacie asked.

CR laughed. “She just said the eff word without saying the eff word.”

“What?” Chloe asked.

“Think about it,” CR said. “F for French, u for unicorn, c for can’t-”

“Ohh,” Stacie and Chloe said, realizing what CR was telling them.

“Very creative, Beca,” Stacie said, letting Beca go.

“You’re buying me a new lamp,” Beca said through clenched teeth as Fat Amy passed her on the way to the kitchen.

Fat Amy patted Beca on the shoulder as she walked by; Beca slapped her hand away and started up the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Chloe asked.

“To see how much damage Amy did to the rest of my sh-sugar honey iced tea,” Beca said as she continued up the stairs.

“Somebody should go with her,” CR said, looking at Chloe.

“CR’s right,” Stacie said, also looking at Chloe. “ Somebody should.”

Chloe huffed out a “fine, I’ll go” before following Beca.

~~ Beca’s Challenge ~~

Chloe walked into Beca’s room to see her standing in the middle of the room, holding the pieces of her broken lamp.

“Dam-age,” Beca muttered, catching herself before saying one of the words that was now off-limits to her.

“Can it be fixed?” Chloe asked as she stood looking at the lamp in Beca’s hand.

“What the fu-udrucker’s do you think?” Beca said, glaring at Chloe.

“Don’t get mad at me,” Chloe said. “I’m not the one who broke it.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, sighing as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Why am I even friends with Amy?”

Beca threw the pieces of her lamp onto Amy’s bed. Chloe picked it up and examined it.

“It’s a lost cause,” Chloe said before putting it back down. “Where did you get it? Maybe we can find one like it and make Amy pay for it.”

“Good luck with that,” Beca snorted, as Chloe sat on the bed next to her. “It came from a thrift store in Portland. My mom bought it for me when she learned I made it into the Bellas and would be moving out of the dorm and into the house.”

Beca and Chloe both looked to the doorway when they heard someone coming up the steps. Amy crossed the threshold, carrying a plate of food, and looked at her bed.

“What do you want me to do with that?” Fat Amy asked, looking at the broken lamp on her bed.

“You can shove it up your-”

“Beca!” Chloe yelled to drown out whatever Beca was going to say.

Beca glared at Amy but didn’t say anything.

“It’s getting late,” Chloe said, patting Beca’s knee before standing. “Why don’t you get what you need for tonight and we’ll just go to bed?”

Once Beca and Chloe were standing, Amy set her food down, took the broken lamp from her bed, and tossed it on Beca’s.

Beca looked incredulously at Amy.

“Unfu-ornicating-believable,” she muttered, astutely aware that Chloe was watching and listening.

Amy was unperturbed as she picked up her plate and lay on her bed. Beca grabbed her pajamas and stomped out of the room.

“Have fun you two,” Amy called after Beca.

“Amy,” Chloe said, using her aca-mom voice. “Maybe you should leave her alone. That lamp was a gift from her mom and she’s really upset about it. Plus, she’s really angry with you so I’d keep a low profile for a while if I were you.”

Amy didn’t say anything and Chloe left.

~~ Beca’s Challenge ~~

Chloe walked into her room to find Beca pacing back and forth between the beds.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked.

“Let me answer your question with another question,” Beca said, stopping in front of Chloe. “If I go into the woods and scream out a bunch of expletives and nobody hears me, do I lose the bet?”

“Beca,” Chloe said, chuckling. “I’ve got a better idea. I’m going to give you an incentive to help you win.”

“What kind of incentive?” Beca asked cautiously.

“The pot is worth three hundred dollars,” Chloe said. “And, we have our first date tomorrow night. Imagine what kind of date we can have for three hundred dollars.”

“I like the way you think, Beale,” Beca said, smirking. “And, if I recall, when I win I get to kiss you wherever I want.”

“This is true,” Chloe said, pulling Beca closer to whisper in her ear. “I may have a few suggestions as to the where, if you’re so inclined to listen.”

Beca shivered and Chloe chuckled.

“I’m listening,” Beca said.

Chloe chuckled and kissed Beca’s cheek. “I’ll tell you AFTER you win.”

Beca’s smile dropped. “You play dirty, Chloe.”

“I thought you liked playing dirty ,” Chloe said suggestively.

“Holy fu-udge,” Beca said. “I thought you were trying to help me win this stupid bet?”

“Sorry,” Chloe said, biting her bottom lip. “It’s just so much fun to tease you. Forget my momentary lapse and just think of the three hundred dollar date we’ll be going on.”

“That’s plenty of incentive for me,” Beca said. “Let’s go to bed. That should kill a good eight or nine hours of the bet.”

~~ Beca’s Challenge ~~

Beca woke the next morning at 8:30 to find herself alone in Chloe’s bed. She stretched and got up to go to her room to get dressed. She frowned when she saw her broken lamp still laying on her bed.

Beca finished getting ready and grabbed the broken lamp, taking it with her as she walked downstairs. She entered the kitchen to find most of the girls in various stages of eating. All eyes were on her and the lamp as she walked across the kitchen and out the back door.

A few minutes later Beca came back in without the lamp.

“Good morning, Becs,” Chloe said. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, Chloe,” Beca replied. “I slept great. Thank you for asking.”

“Where’s your lamp?” Jessica asked.

“I threw it in the trash,” Beca replied. “Amy did a real number on it and there was no way to fix it.”

“We were just discussing your schedule for the day,” Stacie said. “To see who could be with you to make sure you don’t use any foul language.”

“Well, I have a class from ten to eleven-thirty; who can go with me?”

“I’m free until Noon,” Jessica said. “I’ll go with you.”

“I have my internship at the studio from one until five,” Beca said. “Who’s free for that?”

“You sure are handling this better today than you were yesterday,” CR said. “What happened last night to change your attitude?”

“I was given an incentive to win,” Beca said. “That’s all.”

“What kind of incentive?” Ashley asked.

“It’s all about the benjamins, baby,” Beca sing-songed. “Oh, that reminds me,” Beca added, looking around at the girls. “I suggest you all make a trip to the ATM before seven tonight. I want to be paid in cash when I win the bet so I’ll be flush for my date with Chloe.”

“That’s my girl,” Chloe squealed.

“She hasn’t won yet, Chloe,” Ashley said.

“Yeah,” CR said. “By my watch, she still has a good nine-and-a-half hours to get through before she can claim to have won.”

“I have faith in her,” Chloe said, putting her arm around Beca’s shoulders.

“See,” Beca said, wrapping an arm around Chloe’s waist. “Incentive. Now, who’s going to the studio with me?”

“I’ll go,” Stacie said. “I don’t have any classes this afternoon.”

“Good,” Beca said. “I guess we’re all set then. Are you ready to go, Jessica?”

Jessica nodded her head and got up to follow Beca.

~~ Beca’s Challenge ~~

“I got it from here, Jessica,” Stacie said as she walked up to Beca exiting the lecture hall. “How’d she do?”

“She did great,” Jessica said. “Not a bad word was spoken by her.”

“Can we get some lunch?” Beca asked. “I have at least eight hours before I have dinner and I’m hungry.”

“Sure,” Stacie said. “Jessica, would you like to join us?”

“I can’t,” Jessica said. “I already promised Ashley I’d meet her for lunch.”

“Come on, Beca,” Stacie said. “I know just where we can go.”

Stacie smirked as she started walking to a nearby diner. Beca frowned when she realized where Stacie was headed.

“Seriously, Stacie?” Beca asked. “That place always screws up my order.”

“Is that right?” Stacie asked innocently.

“Yes, and you know it,” Beca said.

“Afraid you’ll lose your cool and cuss someone out?”

“No, I’m not. You forget I have an incentive to win and nothing you do is going to make me screw that up.”

“We’ll see,” Stacie said as they entered the diner.

Beca shook her head as she followed Stacie. The two were seated and gave their orders.

Beca and Stacie chatted while they waited for their food.

“Where are you taking Chloe tonight?” Stacie asked.

“Well, we were going to get pizza and then maybe catch a movie,” Beca said. “But, since I know I’ll win the bet, I’ll have more money so I made a reservation at that French bistro Chloe’s been wanting to go to.”

“That’s really sweet, Beca,” Stacie said.

“Here you go,” the waitress said as she set plates in front of them. “Enjoy.”

Beca looked at her plate and then at the waitress. “What’s this?”

“The burger and fries you ordered,” the waitress said.

“No, it’s not,” Beca said.

Stacie could see Beca was getting agitated so she prepared herself to intervene if needed.

“I ordered a regular burger and regular fries,” Beca said, through clenched teeth. “Not a mushroom burger and sweet potato fries. I hate mushrooms and sweet potatoes so I would never order them.”

“Are you sure?” the waitress asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Beca responded, barely holding it together. “Please take this away and bring me what I ordered.”

“Of course,” the waitress said, taking Beca’s plate.

“Wow,” Stacie said. “I thought for sure you were going to unload a stream of colorful words at her.”

“I told you,” Beca said. “Having an incentive will do it every time.”

“Good for you,” Stacie said.

Later that evening, the Bellas were sitting in the living room waiting for Beca and Stacie to arrive home. The two came in around five-thirty and all eyes were on them as they entered.

“What?” Beca asked, seeing the girls looking at them.

“How did Beca do?” Ashley asked Stacie.

“Did we win the bet?” CR asked. “Or did she manage to hold her tongue?”

“She didn’t utter one single profanity the whole time,” Stacie said. “Even when Dax screwed up the track she had been working on for close to two hours, not a foul word was spoken.”

“I knew she could do it,” Chloe said, smiling at Beca. “I’m going to go get ready for our date. I’ll meet you down here at exactly seven, okay?”

Beca nodded and Chloe kissed her on the cheek before turning and hurrying upstairs.

“I’m going to get ready for my date, too,” Beca said. “I’ll be back down here by seven and you pitches better have my money.”

Beca smirked and went upstairs.

“She can still lose,” CR said. “She’s got just a little over an hour before time is up.”

“I’m rooting for her to win,” Stacie said.

“Why?” Ashley asked. “You were the first one to jump in to bet against her.”

“That was before I knew about her incentive for winning,” Stacie said.

“What incentive?” CR asked.

“She wants to take Chloe to that French bistro Chloe’s always talking about,” Stacie said. “The money she wins from the bet will help her pay for it. Chloe deserves a nice night out, so, yeah, I’m hoping Beca wins.”

“I’m on Beca’s side, too,” Jessica said. “I think it’s sweet that she wants to give Chloe a special night.”

The other girls looked around at each other but didn’t say anything.

It was seven minutes before seven when Beca came down the stairs. The girls were waiting at the bottom, looking up at her.

“Looking good, Mitchell,” Stacie said when she saw her.

“Wow, Beca,” Jessica said. “You look really nice. Chloe’s a lucky girl.”

“Thank you, all,” Beca said. “But, I’m the lucky one.”

All eyes turned toward the top of the stairs when they heard Chloe’s bedroom door close. Beca looked up and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Chloe was wearing a short red dress that had a plunging neckline.

“Holy fuck,” Beca muttered.

Beca’s eyes widened as she realized what she had said. She couldn’t bear to see the smug looks on the girls’ faces so she stared down at the floor, waiting for the inevitable teasing and joking over her losing the bet, especially when she was so close to winning it.

CR checked her watch and did something to it. She looked back up and grinned.

“As the official timekeeper,” CR proclaimed. “Allow me to say, congratulations, Beca, you won the bet.”

CR handed over fifty dollars; the other girls started handing Beca money without question.

“Just make sure Chloe has a good time,” Stacie whispered as she handed Beca her share of the bet.

“Did everyone pay up?” Chloe asked as she reached Beca’s side.

“Everyone but you,” Stacie said, winking at Chloe. “But, we know that will happen later.”

Beca stood there dumbfounded, looking at the wad of bills in her hand.

“Becs?” Chloe said. “Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah,” Beca said, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I’m fine. Shall we go?”

Beca opened the door and waved Chloe through. She turned to look at the girls and smiled.

“Thanks, you guys,” Beca said, before hurrying after Chloe.