A/N: Hey guys! I'm here with a new story. I'm a huge hockey fan and I had an idea for a story. So I put some of my favorite things together, hockey, Pitch Perfect and Bechloe. Hope you guys like it! Also Happy Birthday PP2!

When the Barden Bulls hit the ice, the crowd roars in cheers and chants. The college ice hockey team has been the highlight of all the sports here at Barden since they started. Barden is few of the many college hockey teams with mixed genders. The arena packed and full of black and red jerseys with students, parents and teachers cheering the Bulls on. The team has been doing very well and hold the title of undefeated so far this season.

Last year the team made it to the championships which in professional hockey, would be equivalent to the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The Bulls made it to the final round but lost in to the Minnesota hockey team. This year they want to take it all, the title, the trophy and the glory that comes along with winning in the finals.

The team of twenty take the ice in warmups while they prepare to face the team from Savannah. They take turns warming up, the Bulls first then the Savannah Eagle's. The game is almost set to begin when the teams go into their locker rooms to discuss the final plan before heading out. The lights go dim and the spot light shines ready to announce the team onto the ice.

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Beca's POV

Coach was going over the game plan with us in the locker room, I was prepared for tonight's game, I felt the adrenaline pumping through my body, the way I always feel before a game. Soon enough we were lining up, the announcer introduced us and we were off. The stadium was full and the crowd was giving me more energy then I already felt. This team was good but I was confident in my teammates, I knew we were gonna get the win.

After the national anthem, I take my place as a center man, the whistle blows and I win the faceoff. I feel good after getting the puck first I pass it back to our left defenseman, Jesse Swanson, I keep up with him going up the ice towards Savannah's goal tender, with some smooth moves and our team being so in sync, we score in the first three minutes of the game.

We maintain the lead through the end of the first period. The buzzer goes off signaling the end of the period. We all head back into the locker room to freshen ourselves up so were ready to go back out there, I take a sip of my water and congratulate my teammates for a successful first period. We all get along on this team, I'm very grateful to be a part of the Bulls. Hockey is my life, I love it more than anything, when I was little, I lived in New York and my dad use to take me to New York Ranger games all the time, he got season passes every year. He took me mostly but sometimes he would take me, my mom and my younger brother, Jackson.

Jack and I had the best times watching hockey, we shared the love of the game together and would spend hours talking about our team and keeping up with all the other teams in the league to see where we stood. We had this huge basement and we use to play hockey down there all the time, we re did things and made it into a sort of sporty zone, with Rangers banners and posters everywhere.

When I turned 15, we moved to Atlanta, I was heartbroken, I loved the city and I would miss attending the Ranger games with my dad and brother, it took me a while to get use to Atlanta, the worst part was, they didn't have a professional hockey team so I couldn't go see the Rangers when they went to an away game. when I was 17 and Jack was 15, him, myself and my dad took a trip one time to Nashville where the Predators play, to see the Rangers there.

It was one of the greatest trips, long but great. We did it a couple of times until I graduated High School and went to college. Part of my decision to attend Barden University was because they were one of the few colleges' to have a hockey team, and even better, it was mixed genders. I knew I wanted to play hockey ever since I saw my first Ranger game, there was something about the sport that caught my interest the way other sports did not, the fast paced sport held a special place in my heart no other sport ever would.

I trained for a while and then when I tried out, I made it. It was one of the best moments of my life, knowing I worked so hard to get there and it paid off. I would say my hockey career is pretty successful, here I am, 19 in my second year of college, and I hold the title of assistant captain. My life revolves around the sport, as long as I have hockey, I don't need anything else.

When coach was done telling us what we did right and what we need to continue doing to hold the lead, we got off the benches, and went to go line up at the gate to hit the ice for the second period. I wiped of my forehead from the sweat accumulating in my helmet, with all the equipment on, I managed to get really hot very quickly. I am a small girl and too many layers, I'm lucky I can hold up and not fall with all the armor I wear. Hockey can be very dangerous, I've taken some heavy hits in my two years on the team, players play rough and there's nothing you can do about it. I just hope one day it doesn't come back to bite me.

We hit the ice and I skate around feeling the breeze from the chilly atmosphere, I am lucky its cold in here because I feel like I'm overheating sometimes, I take my water bottle and squirt it down my back to stay cool. The buzzer sounds and were off again, I don't win the faceoff this time and the other team gets the puck, my guys scramble to retrieve the puck and keep it under our control.

After a couple attempted shots blocked by our goalie, Benji, people think he is kind of weird but the kid can block a shot, he is a great goalie and I wish people would go easy on him sometimes, he's a nice guy, ever since our other goalie left, people made jokes about how this kid would not be able to do Barden any justice but he proved himself and now he is our number one goalie and doing well.

I gained control of the puck once again and started to lead us up the ice towards the other goal, I thought I had it, I was gaining speed and I felt like I could drill this past the goalie until I felt someone push up against my back and before I knew it was being shoved hard into the glass. I smashed into the barricade, head first, my helmet saving my face. I looked for a second while my face was pressed up against this wall and I was met with the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

They were like crystals, they were gorgeous, I saw a glimpse of red hair that went with those blue eyes, it felt like I was staring forever but it turns out I was just a quick second. I turned back to the ice and tried to focus, the next thing I know my helmet was being flung off and this girl was aiming her fist at my face, I grabbed her jersey and started to fight back. Luckily I dodged the fist and the ref pulled her away, what a crazy bitch, I thought.

I didn't even know what made her attack me like that, did I accidently stick her skate or push her first? I don't know, everyone can get so violent playing this game, its ridiculous, sure push me, I've pushed plenty of players to get to the puck but don't try to start a fucking WWE match right here in the middle of the ice. The girl that started the fight with me gets a penalty and I'm elated because that means we get a power play, I loved power plays. Its when we have five players while they have four, it gives us an extra advantage to get the puck in the goal. As we line up for me to begin the faceoff, I'm not all there, I keep thinking about those blue eyes I saw just a few minutes ago, I shake it off and try to get my head in the game.

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Chloe's POV

My parents came to visit me and my brother at college this week. Well, they say they came to see me but I think they just wanted to come to support my brother on his hockey game. Caleb is a senior this year so its his last year he gets to play with the Bulls. I haven't been to too many games, I come occasionally but I mostly just hear about it the next day in class, having their coach as my history professor.

Sometimes he shows us the highlights or I watch it on TV. They tape every game and have a sports radio station here at Barden where I can always listen to the play by play of what's happening. My friend Aubrey and I usually go to games together; she likes watching with me. I guess hockey is just an exciting sport to some people. I kind of agree, the crowd is always giving off a good energy and I really love the sport everyone provides for each other.

Tonight is one of the night's I'm going to see him play, my parents are here and they want me to go, plus I do want to support Caleb. I bring Aubrey with me, she says she likes to come to keep me company but I actually think she likes watching the games.

When we arrive, its already packed with people, we find good seats near the glass in the front corner of the ice. Its about five rows back from the ice and I love it. I can see over the glass and through it if needed, this is the closest I've ever been in one of this games. I'm excited for the game tonight, I heard rumors this team they were facing were pretty good, but I believe in our team.

As the game begins and the puck drops, they score quickly and I'm pumped up. I've never seen anyone run as fast as their center man. She's like a red bolt of lightning blazing across the ice. I end up with a full bladder as soon as the first period ends, I bolt up to the bathrooms and turns out the line was longer than I anticipated, I wait for god knows how long, I was almost positive I would have to leave early to get new pants cause any longer I would have had an accident. I thankfully don't have that problem and make it to the toilet. The game is already into the second period when I return.

As I get to my seat I notice something happening on the ice, I'm equal parts confused and horrified as one of the players from the other team slams one of our players into the Plexiglas, she crashes headfirst into the clear glass. Vibrant stormy blue eyes, meet mine. Its only for a second and then she's gone. The excitement of the crowd is spreading like wildfire, everyone is screaming and I'm tempted to join in but there's violence and I don't like violence so I keep my mouth shut.

The girl with the nice eyes has the advantage. The name Mitchell is written in big black letters across her back. She's number nine. The ref's get involved and tears them apart, I'm happy Mitchell didn't get hurt, she's on our team and I simply hate when people are hurting, I'm a lover not a fighter. Mitchell looks pissed but her face lightens up when we get the power play. I get a glimpse of her face before she puts her helmet back on, she's rather attractive.

My dad gets us all drinks, I sip on mine while observing Mitchell, she smashes her stick to the ice with control of the puck. She skates very graceful, I'm impressed, she's nearing the goal, almost too easy she pivots her way across the ice shooting the puck right in between the legs of the goalie, its in. the crowd goes crazy, she was only on the play for about thirty seconds and she gets one in there. I shoot up screaming with my parents, Aubrey and the rest of the crowd. Those stormy eyes catch mine again and she smiles at me, by the time I smile back she's already gone.

Caleb's team destroys Savannah 5-1. I clap and cheer, it was a very exciting game, I almost have no time to enjoy the after effects it because my dad ends up pulling us to go see Caleb. I'm not a crowd person so I like to wait until the stadium clears before going anywhere, apparently my dad has the opposite idea.

"Come on, Chlo." He puts his arms around me to shield me from the many people trying to get out of here.

My mom puts her arm around the other side of my dads. "Did you enjoy the game?"

"It was fun, I'm glad you guys could make it."

"We love watching Caleb play and there's only a limited amount of time left before we can't see him on the ice anymore."

When we reach the locker room it reeks of perspiration and equipment. When Caleb comes out of the locker room, he's got a towel across his shoulders and his hockey pants on. My parents and Aubrey congratulate him on a job well done while we make our way to the bar to celebrate. The team comes into the bar shortly after to share in the celebration.

There are a bunch of girls here drooling all over some of the players. I scan the bar for the nearest exit. When I find the red lit sign, I grab my bag and make my way towards it. Caleb grabs my arm as I approach the door.

"Where are you going?" he asks me.

"It's a little crowded in here, I was just going to get some air."

"Oh no you aren't, you're staying right here to have some drinks with us." He drags me back to the table.

Everyone's plate is full; these hockey players can eat. I grab an empty seat and find Aubrey across the the table, I motion for her to come sit over here. One Caleb's teammate's make a comment on how he should stop flirting and come drink over there. I'm immediately grossed out that they assume he's flirting with me.

"That's my sister." He responds, changing his expression from irritated to discomfort. He apologies and goes to sit far away from us which I'm grateful for. Caleb drops in the seat besides mine.

Movement in my peripheral vision catches my attention as another one of Caleb's teammates takes the seat beside me that I was saving for Aubrey. I turn in that direction and I'm met with someone who I recognize: Mitchell. Holy shit I think to myself is she is very hot. Her beautiful brown hair, perfectly frames her face and she has a nice chiseled jawline. Nervousness, her sexiness and embarrassment that I'm not dressed hot enough to be in the presence of this girl all have me sweating.

I pull my sweater over my head, the static of my shirt sticks to me and my shirt rides up a little bit, I rush to put it back into place but the silence around me tells me something is wrong. I look down and my bra is visible through my white shirt, great now everyone has seen my chest.

I'm already embarrassed enough when Caleb leans in and tells me to put my sweater back on. I'm about to put it back on when Mitchell turns to me and speaks. "Hi, I'm Beca." Her smile is gorgeous with her perfect white teeth; her eyes are something else though I could stare into them for days. Its hard not to look when there right there in my face.

"I'm Chloe."

"I didn't know Caleb had a sister."

"I guess he likes to keep me a secret."

Her eyes keep bouncing between my eyes and chest. Normally I would be angry at this sort of ogling but I asked for it with my see through shirt. I further my embarrassment by opening my mouth.

"Why don't you take a picture; it will last longer."

I don't know why that came out my mouth, its not like me, I'm not a mean person, I'm nervous and she's staring at my boobs. She looks up at me, as if she just got caught stealing.

"I uh – I didn't mean to – I wasn't – "

This is the most entertaining things I've ever seen. She's adorable when she's flustered. I stop her from her worrying.

"Its okay I was kidding. I was asking for it when I took off my sweater."

She looks back at me and she still looks a little bit embarrassed. Caleb comes back to the table which I didn't realize he even left, he grabs my arm and pulls me away from Beca.

"Hey, what's up with you and Mitchell?"

Beca is putting on her jacket, I think she's leaving, what a shame, I enjoyed talking to her and looking at her.

I look back at Caleb. "Its polite to strike up a conversation with the person sitting next to you, what was I suppose to do? Ignore her? I was being nice."

"Yeah, well I don't know her too well and I hear she's got a rep. Be careful who your friends with."

"I was just talking. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going outside."

I walk outside to find one of Caleb's friends Donald getting into an argument with another guy, he walks over to me and asks if I would hold his cigarette while he talks to this guy. He hands it to me and I just stand there holding it, not knowing what to do with it, I look like an idiot. Then I hear a voice behind me.

"Need a light?"

I know that voice, I turn to see Mitchell, holding a pack of matches, looking fine as ever. I knew right then and there this girl would be the death of me.

A/N: Should I continue? Let me know what you guys think!