AN: So yeah this is my first fanfic like ever I just really love the Bechloe ship and this history just cross my mind and i had to share it with the wolrd. I have no idea how many chapters will have but i will see it till the end. Also English is not my mother language so sorry for any mistakes, i will really apretiate any pointers you migh have. I look forward to your comments. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As we all know I don't own PitchPerfect nor it's characters this is just for fun.
Beca Mitchell was a very well-known music producer/ DJ, had a brilliant carrier in the making and was a total womanizer.
It had taken a long time to come to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, but when she found out that she had a kick ass talent for music she pursue it and make her into her way of living.
It was late in her life when she found out this hidden talent; just turning 24 after a live changing event, she found solace in music, she started making mixes and even writing a few songs, she met a guy that took her under her wing and taught her everything she needed to became a music producer they worked together at his own studio and he was the very first person that believed her work was worth to be shown to the world.
Now a couple of year later she had everything she ever wanted, being discovered at a gig in a small club in Atlanta, by the owner of Pitch Perfect Studios Lucas or as he was known in the music industry Luke Addams, she make it into the business and got fame and fortune in New York.
To say she was more than excited at the beginning will be an understatement; Beca never thought that a drop out college girl will be able to reach the top without the proper education to back her up. But what she lacked of studies she got it in talent.
People were always talking about her and thinking that her life was perfect. Oh boy did they have it all wrong.
Sure seeing it from the outside she had a pretty nice life, nice penthouse near Central Park, nice car, who wouldn't want a brand new Jeep right? And more importantly any girl she could ever dream to share her bed with.
But in reality all she wanted, all she ever really wanted was love. The kind of love that consumes you and that only happens once in a life time; a love that she once knew but now was just a memory, not that she will ever admit it to anyone, even herself.
So that is why she is here right now, in her apartment , around 4am just after finishing a wild gig at New York's biggest club, making out with a random girl she crossed paths with, a self-proclaimed number one fan, don't get her wrong the girl was nice and hot, nice body, brown shoulder long hair and hazel eyes, the girl was a catch of course but all Beca wanted was to add her to the endless list of one night stands , so after a couple of minutes of small talk and a few well-rehearsed compliments the girl was putty in Beca's hand.
They barely make it to Becas penthouse without tearing each other's clothes apart. And once they were inside of the apartment … Well let's just say that Beca's neighbors' should be really tankful of the soundproof walls.
A couple of hours later Beca found herself wrapped in a tight embrace from this naked girl who's name she totally forgot by now. And decided that it was time for the girl to go, because yeah Beca Mitchell definitely did not do the slept with the pray of the night thing, so she escaped form the embrace and started to woke the girl to ask her to part ways.
"Uh... Hey... Uhm …" What the hell was her name? Agh Beca you should really pay a little more attention to this things. "Babe, I thing you should leave. Want me to call you a cab or something?" She asked while nudging the sleepy girl on the shoulder.
The girl slowly opened her eyes and whispered" Sorry, you really worn me off, can I stay the night? I don't think I have enough strength to leave. "She finished giggling and with a lazy smile on her face. Beca sighed in annoyance, she really hopped they didn't have to have this conversation.
"Sorry, dude, I don't want to be a jerk or anything but I don't really do the whole sleep over thing, don't get me wrong it was fun and you are pretty good but it's just not my thing, I thought you knew." Beca explain to the girl while putting on her silk navy blue robe in a tone that lacked any emotion and avoiding looking into the girls eyes since she knew what she will see in them, hurt." So I will really appreciate if you could just get dress and leave. I'll call my driver so you can make it home safe. Be ready in 5." She finished while taking her phone and dialing to her personal driver, Jesse, who was also her bodyguard, she was not a total coldhearted bitch so she really woudn't have send the girl totally on her own at this hour.
"Hey boss ! What's up? You're already kicking the lady out?" Came out Jesse's over the phone 'cuz yeah he was also one of her few friends so no formal conversation was needed between them.
"Hey Jess! Yeah, sorry to woke you up. Are you ok with taking her home? I can always call her a cab." Beca said a little guilty for waking him up.
"Nah, it's ok. I'm on my way. See ya in a couple of minutes." Jesse said.
Just as the call ended the girl came out of the guest bedroom fully dress and with an ashamed expression on her face.
"Jesse will be here in a few minutes, just give him your address and he will take you home." Beca said while fixing herself a drink, and walking to the kitchen counter to seat on a stool.
"oh, yeah, thanks…" the girl said while looking at the DJ with a curious expression. "Can I ask you something before I go?"
Beca looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow not quite sure what the girl wanted to ask, and with a shrug she answered. "Sure, why not".
"Umm… I was just curious… Are you always like this? I mean I've never read on any magazine about you dating anyone… But I never thought you will be this… Umm… Cold?" As the words kept leaving the girls lips Beca's look became angrier so by the end of the sentence the girl was pretty much shaking at the DJ's stare. The girl instantly regretted opening her mouth and as she started to think how to take them back or at least a way to apologize. " I mean… I'm sorry I didn't mean to.." Beca's phone started buzzing in the kitchen counter.
Beca took her phone and saw a text from Jesse. – I'm outside boss-. "Your ride is here". Beca said with a neutral tone of voice that holds a lot of anger, not really directed at the girl but more at herself. You should know better than to let the girls ask question! What the hell is wrong with you Mitchell. She thought to herself while looking at the girl walking towards the door wanting to escape the Dj's house as fast as she could.
"uhhh… Yeah, thanks for that… and well, it was nice to meet you Beca. Sorry for the question I just…" She really didn't know how to apologize for her mess up so she left the sentence hanging in the air.
"Yeah, no problem. It was fun. See ya around" Beca answered the girl with a more calmed look on her face while walking her to the door. After all she just selfishly used the girl tonight and the girl had a little bit of a reason to be curious about her behavior. While the girl was passing the door to leave the apartment the DJ didn't know what took over her and she found herself surprise by the words that left her mouth. "I wasn't always like this you know? But after getting my heart broken… well, I guess I just, don't see the point anymore".
The girl was shock to hear that and didn't know what to say she just looked at Beca with sympathy. And the moment the DJ saw that look in the girls eyes she mentally kicked herself for being that open and shut the door close as if that might erase her comment just as the girl whispered a "I'm sorry to hear that".
With her back pressed at the now closed door she couldn't help but remember bright baby blue eyes and read hair. She shook her head as if that will clear the memories, but all she could think at the moment was how after all those years Chloe Bale was still a fucking open wound, probably she'll always be. She finished her drink and walked to her master bedroom. Yeah, no one was important enough to enter her room; it was where she really let herself be. She put some pj's on and went to sleep for a couple of hours. She had a lot of work at the record studio in, well a few hours. As she was drifting to sleep her last thought was, Do you still remember me Chloe?