Where you been
While she was trying to look presentable – which was giving her an awful lot of trouble – Beca wondered how it was possible to be so broken by a girl she’d only seen twice. Extremely disappointed in her own weakness, she was brushing her teeth as her phone rang. Irritated for being disturbed this early, she quickly spit out the tooth paste and picked up her phone. It was Emily. Great, as if she could handle her enthusiasm now.
“Ha Beca, thank god you answered your phone!” “Emily, why are –,” “Clarke called me”, “Wait, what?” Beca was perplexed. She didn’t know whether it was because of her lack of sleep, but this seemed to make no sense. They didn’t even know each other. And then why was she calling Beca? To tell her that she was cool enough for Clarke’s attention?
“Yeah at 3 a.m.”, sure let’s make it even weirder… “apparently – well she was pretty wasted so I couldn’t exactly understand everything she said and –,” “Just tell me what you did make out of it!” “Oh right, sorry, ehm well someone had stolen her purse, so she went to the police station, but by the time she got there it was already past 6”, “Oh my God” Beca stumbled, poor Clarke… “Yeah she said you were supposed to meet up. But without phone she couldn’t reach you”, “and without money she couldn’t get here”, Beca whispered, finally understanding what had happened the night before. “Well she came, but she said she was way too late and you weren’t home anymore.” “Oh crap… I was home, I feel like such a dick now...” oh and how. She looked at her own face in the mirror which looked like a complete mess thanks to a night of crying and not sleeping, and felt deeply ashamed. She’d reacted so immature, damn. But then she realized: “Emily, how did Clarke get your number?” “Well after she’d emptied the mini bar she remembered she knew her mom’s number. So she took the hotel’s phone and woke her up to ask for Benji’s number, they were neighbors you know, and then she called him.” “And this all happened at 3 a.m.?” “Yep, I thought I wouldn’t bother you overnight, but Clarke made me swear to call you as soon as I woke up. So that’s what I did.” “You’re an angel Emily, you know that?” “Nah, but hey, you and Clarke ha?” well, Beca felt like she owed her this much so she told her about their ‘fling’.
After last night Beca hadn’t thought it was still possible but she felt so sorry for Clarke. No phone, no money and – thanks to Beca’s stubborn behavior – no friends in a new city, it sounded worse than going through hell. She needed to make things right. She needed to apologize. Though for the moment she was sticking to her decision to keep some distance until she knew for sure Clarke’s intentions were the same as hers, since she never again wanted to experience such a horrible night. But the fact that she’d called Emily in the middle of the night trying to reach her…
Beca was on her way to Clarke’s hotel, she’d just called her work to tell an emergency had showed up, and they’d in fact reacted way more understandable than she’d expected. Which was a good sign for the rest of the day, right? Once again Beca was stressing out, she still looked horrible, she had no reasonable explanation for not opening her door the day before and she wasn’t even sure Clarke would want to see her. Nevertheless, she felt like she had no choice. It was time she regained control over this whole situation and going to Clarke’s hotel room was a first step.