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Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I'll set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions

Oh, let's go back to the start

Running in circles, coming up tails

Heads on a science apart

"What the hell are we going to do?" Chloe watched as her best friend paced across their hotel room, the blonde's fingers rubbing her temples. Aubrey was shattered, and Chloe knew that. "Bumper has a line of fucking sports sandals, what do we have? A fat Australian and a tall brunette who over-sexualises everything."

Chloe patiently watched the blonde, hoping that her rant would enable her best friend to calm down.

"We got to regionals and lost to the Sock-apellas. Do you realise how embarrassing that is?" Aubrey folded her arms, "we're seniors next semester, Chloe. That is out absolute last shot to lead The Bellas to victory! Alice did not give me the pitch pipe in order to see The Bellas go to shit!"

Chloe sighed, lying down on the sofa bed next to Aubrey's double bed. "Bree…"

"No!" The blonde gathered her bikini and towel together, "I will not let that garbage dick take this away from me." The door slammed behind her.

Chloe sighed and looked at Jessica, the freshman sitting on a mattress opposite her. "Sorry about her, she's stressed."

"I noticed." The bubbly girl smiled across at the redhead, "we should go with her, she's too fragile. Especially with Amy and co. around, potentially annoying her even further." Chloe accepted the freshman's point and stood up, grabbing the bag containing her bikini, towel and body wash.

Whilst walking towards the swimming pool, Chloe couldn't help but notice how stressed her best friend had been in the past few months. Sure, she'd begun to teach the Bellas a new routine for the next season; but it was obvious to everyone that Aubrey was not in the mood to be questioned, at all. Fat Amy was quiet during practice, and nobody told Aubrey when she went left instead of right, fuelling a Bella domino effect.

"What's up ginge'?" Chloe smiled at Fat Amy who was sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her feet into the water.

"Where's Aubrey?" The Australian shrugged, pointing to a blonde who was rapidly completing lengths of the pool. "So you did know Amy."

"Meh." The younger Bella slipped into the pool, beginning to paddle around.

Chloe placed her towel on a sun lounger before moving to one end of the pool, hoping to catch Aubrey before she swam in the opposite direction. She dipped her feet into the water and looked at the font painted onto the wall opposite, where a large mirror resided.

'The Woodhouse Hotel and Spa Complex'

Chloe looked down at the water, tapping Aubrey on the head in order to signal that she was there. The blonde stopped swimming and returned to an upright position, where she rest her arms on the side beside where the redhead was sitting, taking a gulp from her water bottle.

"Yes Chloe?" Her tone was clipped.

The redhead looked around the pool area, the other Bellas watching them intently. "Don't stress too much, there's still next year…"

Chloe carefully sipped her drink, watching as the rest of the guests bounced as one around the outdoor pool. Their Bella 'bonding' holiday had come to a close, and Chloe had not enjoyed holding Aubrey's hair back whilst the blonde vomited only six hours earlier.

"Ah, Chloe." The deep voice was one that Chloe instantly recognised, Tobias Posen III. "I trust you've all enjoyed yourselves."

The redhead nodded, trying to avoid looking at the businessman. "We always do sir, we're extremely grateful that you've been able to accommodate the Bellas each summer for the past seven years."

Tobias nodded, "anything for Cassie's old group." Chloe nodded, trying to swallow her defensive mechanism and stop it from mentioning that Aubrey, too, was a Posen.

"Of course." Chloe placed her Diet Coke can down, "the masseuses were especially good this year, I tried to push your second daughter into a massage every day, she's as tense as anything."

The man nodded, "where is Aubrey?" He looked over the hoards of college students partying around, and in, the pool. Local university students often turned out for the Posen-owned country club's summer party.

Chloe swallowed, Aubrey definitely wasn't hunched over the toilet in their room, "she's not feeling so good, studying."

"Well, that is a shame, I was going to ask why the Bellas weren't at the ICCA finals in New York, I made the time especially."

"Plane fare was too expensive, Atlanta to New York isn't cheap, sir." Chloe looked around, hoping that the owner didn't see any of the Bellas and recognise them. Because they certainly weren't the types of women The Barden Bella group recruited. But, pukegate. "How's the senate campaign going?..."

Fat Amy was pole dancing on a speaker stand.

"Actually, I'm terribly sorry sir, I have to go, I'm worried about Bree." Chloe grabbed her Diet Coke and walked over to the section of the space where The Bellas were getting rather hands-on.

"Amy! Get your fucking Australian ass off that speaker stand." Chloe felt her shoulders relax, the captain was back. "Since when has that ever been acceptable in public?"

Amy shrugged, "um, er, uh…"

Aubrey folded her arms over her jacket, "thank you. Alcohol down, you're all underage."

The music was loud, and Chloe could hardly hear herself think. She had been walking around aimlessly while Aubrey had to put 6 girls to bed; they had both agreed that Jessica was trustworthy. She had found a set of stairs that she thought led up to another section of the party, so she ascended them.

"This is your DJ, Beca Mitchell, here's a favourite of mine." Chloe stood on the top step and looked at the small DJ, who was wearing a blue 'Woodhouse' polo shirt and khakis. She watched as the woman merged the tracks seamlessly, making them to a professional standard.

The DJ, Beca, looked up, having sensed that someone was beside her. She looked across to the stairs, where her eyes settled on Chloe. "You been standing there long?"

"No, I mean, I was just…" The redhead smiled softly, "I'm Chloe, nice to meet you."

"What brings you up here, a dare or something?" Beca ran a hand through her chocolate locks, pulling the strands out of her face. "Because, I don't want sex." Chloe raised an eyebrow at the brunette, "oh, you're not here for that."

"No, I'm really not." Chloe took the chair from beside the brunette and sat down in it, looking over the party whilst the clock got closer to one a.m. "I was curious, my friend's dad has had us stay here for a while."

"You're an a capella girl? Seriously?" Beca took a gulp from her beer glass, "aren't you too hot for that?"

Chloe smiled at the DJ, her blue eyes welcoming and happy, "nope, it's music, all from our mouths."

"Yikes."