Author's note: This is my second story now, but it is my first Pitch Perfect fanfiction. Please RR. I would love to hear your opinions.
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Beca's P.O.V.
Look I may be stubborn, but there isn't a single person on the planet as stubborn as Aubrey. She could make a turtle go 100 miles an hour by just staring at it. Lets just say I'm no turtle. She yells at me, I yell back. She pushes me, I push back. I've got to say, I think I finally met my match. Getting my dad to back down was one thing. Getting Posen to back down is a challenge I can't wait complete. Although, it's hard to complete that challenge while I'm doing what feels like a hundred laps of cardio. I know what you must be thinking. I must be in amazing shape. The truth? I'm losing so much energy that I'm as slow as a turtle that hasn't met Aubrey, my breathing has become panic attack serious, and I could sleep on a bed of nails. All that screams amazing athlete doesn't it?
Just before my knees started buckling, Aubrey called quitting time. Tell that to my beating heart I thought. Well, my legs seemed to definitely agree with Aubrey because I suddenly was falling to the ground. Fortunately, I wasn't on the steps. I don't think it would really make a difference. It hurt as hell either way. Fat Amy nearly sat on me, and I swear that the world flashed before my eyes. I could see all the Bellas crowding around me. All either concerned or scared for me. Scared? I then realize that there was one fuming look that I got. I now realize why some were scared. You could literally feel London Bridge falling down. "Beca, get off the floor," Aubrey ordered firmly. "Sure Aubrey, I'll get off the floor. Would you also like me to do another ten laps of cardio?" I asked sarcastically. "Took the words right out of my mouth, Mitchell," she replied with a smirk. You would think she was kidding, but Posen is most of the time 90 percent serious. I finally push myself off the floor, but my legs just give out again. This time, Chloe was there to catch me. "Aubrey, she is in no condition to get back on her feet, let alone do ten laps of cardio." Chloe says with concern and anger.
I was thinking about thanking her, but there was only one thought really going through my mind. It was owwwwwww! Shit! Shit! I mentally cursed. It literally feels like a train used my legs as train tracks. I couldn't help it. I was hissing in pain in front of everyone. I hate this. I hate it so fucking much! Now everyone is going to worry and give me their pity. These are times where I really appreciate Aubrey having the heart of a wicked witch. Wow I thought. I've reached a new low. I actually appreciate Posen. I might actually need a hospital. "Beca, I'm taking you to the hospital." Chloe said softly. No! No! No! Shit! I panicked. I hate hospitals even if I really needed to be checked into one for even thinking that Chloe read my mind.
"I don't think that will be necessary," I said nervously. I cursed myself for not having my voice under control. I saw Posen grin like a Cheshire cat. "I never thought I would see the day," she started. "The hobbit is actually scared of something." She then started to chuckle. I then give her one of my famous smirks and said, "Laugh all you want Posen. Who do you think is getting the bill? You're the one working us so hard." You could see her grin melting into a scowl. It's what the bitch gets for working this hobbit too hard I thought smugly. "Come on Chloe. We should get going before Mount Posen explodes," I stated wearily. To think that Posen screaming like a banshee at me would be the highlight of my day I somewhat truthfully thought.
A/N: I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please review your opinion because I would love to improve in my writing, and I would like to see what you think about the story. Thank you for reading my story, and I'll try to update. If you have any ideas of what I should incorporate in this story, please let me know.