A/N: Hey! So I wrote this about a week or so ago for the song Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey. There are a series of small moments during PP2 that I have written from this POV. I wasn't going to post but an anon on Tumblr asked me to. Let me know if you are interested in the rest of the series. I haven't written the ending yet so it may be happy, but it also might not be.

This is pretty sad and will make you hate Beca (at least a little bit - at least the Beca I have written here).

Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Paradise or Pitch Perfect.

Beca Mitchell wasn't an idiot. Sure she could be a little slow when it came to intra-personal interactions but she always got there eventually. So she wasn't an idiot. She knew Chloe Beale was in love with her. It was in the way she touched her, more than anyone else. It was in the way she stared, just watching every movement the aspiring producer made. It was in the way she hadn't been in a relationship since hood night, as if she needed to be free just in case Beca ever returned her glances or touches or stares.

Beca Mitchell was Chloe Beale's best friend. She had been since the moment they met. No one else in the entire world could plough through Beca's walls the way the redhead did, maybe the naked shower duet on the second meeting had something to do with that. Chloe Beale was one of God's most perfect creations. She was filled with sunshine and love and she somehow gave herself so completely that Beca wasn't sure how she had any heart left for herself. She was selfless and caring. Her red hair flowed and crackled with a vibrancy that could only be explained by magic. Her blue eyes were hypnotic and the type of blue that could calm even the most ferocious soul.

Beca Mitchell wasn't a monster. She knew what she was doing was horrendous and would be sending her straight to hell but she had long since stopped caring. Beca was a broken person, so damaged that not even the magical Chloe Beale could repair her. She knew what she felt for Chloe, she knew that she craved every moment the pair shared and she knew it was selfish to take so much from her friend but keep her own heart at bay, as if it was a prize that Chloe just didn't deserve. She had watched the way love had ruined her mother and she refused to let her best friend do the same damage to her, so Beca did it to Chloe instead. Beca kissed Jesse, making sure Chloe was watching. Beca dated Jesse, telling Chloe details of every encounter. Beca fucked Jesse, screaming loud enough for Chloe to hear through the walls. But Beca refused to let Chloe go, knowing that she couldn't live a life without her presence, even if it made her a despicable person.

Beca watched her redhead across the pool. Her hair whipped in a circle of fire as she spun, her hips shaking and her shirt rising and revealing tanned, taut muscles. Her eyes were alive with passion and enthusiasm and her smile filled her face and allowed her white teeth to shine, blinding everyone that clustered around her. And they always clustered when Chloe was present. It was all a part of her magic. People craved the opportunity to even steal a moment of her, but she gave willingly and freely. Beca watched, sipping her drink, ignoring Jesse's words as they poured around her. She clenched the red solo cup, cracking it and letting it drop and splash at her feet, as the man nearest her redhead reached out an unwelcome hand. The hand touched a hip, pulling, holding, and having. Chloe let it happen, encouraged it, moved closer to him and responded with her own hand on his shoulder as she continued her sultry swaying. Jesse's voice had disappeared, knowing Beca wasn't listening anyway, and he didn't even react as she left him, without a thought, and stalked around the pool like a predator after her prey.

The touch was fire and electricity, just as it always was, as Beca lightly brushed a finger along Chloe's uncovered arm. The effect was instant. Chloe dropped her arm, stepped away from the man, and beamed at her best friend. Beca returned the look with a smirk, watching the jock from the corner of her eye as he easily took the hint and disappeared into the throng of dancing college students. Chloe squealed Beca's name, as if it had been months since they were last united, and pulled her into a tight side-hug. Guilt sunk deep into Beca's gut, just as it always did, but one look at bright blue eyes made her forget what she had just done-for now anyway. Just as she forgets the last time she had done it, and the hundreds of times before that. Chloe was hers, no one else's. Beca let Chloe's passion seep into her as she began to dance, now surrounded by the other Bellas and a few Trebles. A smile found its way onto her face, not even cracking when her eyes met Stacie's, the angry blue-green flickering with the message that Beca was, in fact, a monster. Stacie always seemed to know.

Beca met Chloe's eyes, reading the love, adoration and endless passion. She smirked, pulled the redhead closer, and pressed her lips to a cheek. Her body roared with a desire to just take Chloe, right there in the Treble's backyard. She knew Chloe would let her; Chloe would do anything for her. Heaviness clenched her heart at the thought of finally having Chloe, of making her scream her name in the way she'd been begging for. But maybe Beca really was a monster because she pulled away, grabbed Jesse's hand, and dragged him into the nearest room, keeping her eye on Chloe until the door closed.

A/N: thanks for reading! Review to let me know if you want the rest of them :) And don't worry! An Office update will be appearing VERY soon xoxox Peace.