texting
Beca grinned at her phone, Aubrey was in English lit right about now and beca decided it would be fun to play with the older woman.
Hobbit <3 : what's up doc?
Bree: seriously? I'm in class babe.
Hobbit <3: but babyyy I'm bored :(
Bree: Not my problem babe.Now shoo before I get caught texting.
Beca pouted before a incredibly mischievous thought popped into her brain, she unbuttoned the top four buttons on her flannel pulling down her tank top a little. She took a picture and made sure she looked sexy enough before sending it to her girlfriend.
Aubrey felt her phone vibrate against her lap again. "Seriously beca?" She muttered under her breath before glancing at her professor to make sure he wasn't paying attention, she looked down at her lapped and almost had a heart attack at what she saw.
Hobbit <3: *picture* missing you ;) xox
Bree: your killing me.
Hobbit <3: *you're babe you should really pay attention to your English professor
Suddenly her phone was snatched from her hands and she quickly realized her professor was reading her messages out loud. His face became pale and his eyes became wide fumbling and handing her phone back.
"Miss Posen I would like to speak to you after class" she nodded at him sinking low into her seat, she didn't really care about this class it was just a class to take up some of her free time, but even if she didn't care she was a Posen and a Posen never got a horrible grades. If her father could see her now slacking in her chair, texting in class he would blow his top.
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"Um you wanted to see me?"
"I do not tolerate texting in my class miss Beale and I never wish to relive that picture of my daughter again..."
"Um your daughter sir?" Beca had told her that her dad died freshman year. Had beca lied? Why would beca lie about something like that, speak of the devil she watched beca walk into her class. Her face turning from mischief to a sour expression she couldn't quite read.
Being a posen meant she didn't beat around the bush.
"I thought your dad died?"
"My dad did die, when I was eighteen this" she geastured to the teacher " is a sorry exscuse of a man much less a father"
Professer Mitchell cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Beca-"
"Cmon babe we really must go" she grabbed Aubrey's arm and dragged her out of the room. Noticing Aubrey's expression she knew she had to explain.
"My step-father Jason died when j was eighteen, he was there for me when my dad left me at age six and I've always called him daddy, dad, pop ect. As far as I'm concerned Jason is my dad and warren is nothing. The only thing he is, is a sperm doner."
Aubrey nodded, "so about that picture..."