A/N: For my readers who read the previous chapters, this version is a thousand times better. Thanks to my beta reader Noah-Rush93. We are team now. Thank you Noah. And for those who are just reading this enjoy! ;D

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Chapter 1

Saturday Morning, 4 AM

"Beca! Wake up!" Fat Amy yelled as she threw a pillow at the tiny brunette sleeping soundly in the bed across from her.

"Huh? What?" A groggy Beca mumbled as she sat up and felt around for her phone. "What do you want?" When she finally found her phone tangled in her sheets she glanced at the time. "It's only… IT'S ONLY FOUR IN THE MORNING! Amy! Go back to sleep!" She whined and threw her body back onto her pillow, pulling the covers over her head in an attempt to block out her roommate's voice.

"Did you forget about the trip? The flight leaves at 7." Amy said in a slightly elevated voice to make sure Beca didn't drown her out.

Beca quickly shot up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Shit" she mumbled under her breath. "Of course I didn't forget." She yawned and stretch her arms over her head hoping that the movement would make her feel more alert.

The Bella's had all agreed that on the last day of the semester they would fly out to Bora Bora for the summer, each girl saving up money to pay their own way.

"I should probably take another shower." Amy mumbled with a grimace. "I feel like I still smell like vomit." Amy shuddered at the memory from last night, sniffing her hair to determine if she had missed any throw up after her third shower.

Beca smirked as Amy traipsed off to the bathroom, recalling the events from last night.

Even though Bumper was a massive dick, he still knew how to throw a kick ass party. He had initially intended to keep it a Treble only event, but like any decent party, word had spread around campus and the BTM house was full to capacity with students.

"Let's play truth or dare!" A very intoxicated Bumper yelled, stumbling into the room where most of the Bella's and Trebles had settled in. Zeroing in on his target he pointed at Aubrey. "Aubrey! Truth or dare?"

Aubrey frowned and said, "I never said I would play."

Aubrey was never fond of the prying questions and the few times she actually chose dare, she was given the worst things.

"Oh, come on!" Bumper whined. "Live a little! I promise I won't do anything too bad." Bumper put on his best puppy dog face which wound up looking like a slightly cross-eyed bull dog.

"If you stop making that face, I promise not to throw my drink on you."

After more pleads to just go for it from the group, Aubrey rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "Fine! Dare."

Bumper grinned and said, "Make out with Amy."

Aubrey didn't miss a beat, striding across the room to the couch Amy and Beca were sitting on, grabbed her face, and smashed their lips together.

"WHAT THE HELL? AUBREY PRISCILLA POSEN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Everyone turned to see a tall man with blonde hair looking furious. Aubrey's eyes went wide at hearing her fathers voice and promptly lost the contents of her stomach.

Knock, knock.

Beca was pulled out of the amusing but disgusting memory from the night and looked towards the door. Two more knocks sounded against the door, louder this time.

"Give me a sec!" she yelled, jumping up to run a brush through her hair. She thought it was very sweet of Jesse to wake up this early just to say good-bye. Then again, she would be a little pissed if he didn't. They had finally crossed into the physical aspect of their relationship two nights ago and she wasn't too keen on leaving him behind for the summer.

Amy was loudly rapping in the bathroom when Beca walked by and she suddenly remembered she hadn't brushed her teeth. Two more knocks thudded against the wood. "Hold on, Jess!" She popped some gum into her mouth and ran to the door.

Beca opened the door quickly, "I'm sorry it- Oh. Chloe." Her smile quickly turned into a frown when she saw the red head standing with two large suitcases in the hallway. " What are you doing here?"

"Good morning to you too." Chloe greeted with a sickeningly fake smile planted firmly on her lips.

Beca's mind finally registered that the ginger was standing there, waiting to be let in. She plastered on her own smile before saying, "Oh, Chloe. You don't need to pretend you like me. We're the only ones around. I hate you, you hate me. So can we pass on the pleasantries and skip right over to your explanation for standing outside our door at 4:15 in the morning?"

Chloe's smile instantly fell as she squared herself against Beca, standing straighter and crossed her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes at the tiny brunette. "You're the one who started this."

Ever since the initiation party at the beginning of the year, Chloe and Beca hadn't gotten along. They were constantly bickering and arguing, making it difficult for the group to work together.

Two years earlier

Beca was helping her father find a Valentine's day present for her mother when they had yet another fight about her choice in careers which caused Beca to storm off to the Apple store. Beca's father walked into Macy's to look at perfume when he saw a beautiful red haired woman with her daughter looking at the dresses. Dr. Mitchell made his way over to the pair, striking up a conversation and turning the charm up as far as it could go.

He learned the woman, Sandra, and her daughter, Chloe, were looking for a new dress to wear out on her date. After telling Sandra she shouldn't go out with the other man, he gave her his number and waltzed off to find his daughter and head home. Dr. Mitchell started to see the woman shortly after their meeting at the mall.

Chloe and Sandra both saw the wedding band on his finger, he openly stated he was married, but it was a dead end. He said he just needed time to get a lawyer ready for a divorce. Sandra understood, having just gone through a messy divorce herself. She started seeing Dr. Mitchell on a progressively more frequent basis.

Four months later when Beca's father filed for divorce, Beca marched up to the other woman's house. When Chloe answered the door, Beca couldn't control her anger.

"She is nothing but a home wrecker!" She yelled. "You knew he was married! We were happy until that slut you call a mother-"

Chloe pulled her arm back and punched Beca square in the jaw, knocking her back and causing her to fall.

"How dare you call my mother a slut when you're dad was the one who was married?" Chloe spat out. She glared at the brunette on the ground and slammed the door.

Chloe's mother left Beca's father shortly after he filed for divorce.

Years later, when Chloe barged into Beca's shower and demanded to hear her sing, she felt her animosity for the brunette return, but for the good of the Bella's she put that aside. She knew that they were running low on willing participants with actual talent this year, and not only could Beca sing, she could sing well.

When Beca's father offered her a deal to shorten her time at Barden, she felt she had no other choice but to audition for the a capella group.