A/N: Hello, everyone! I'm so sorry for all the people that wanted to read this and ended up reading a bunch of jumbled up encryptions! I think I've figured out the problem, so here you go. I'm not sure if it'll turn out, but fingers crossed! Please tell what you think by reviewing, and click that favorite button for me, okay? Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect. Whoever does is a genius.

"Alright, nice job girls! Practice will be tomorrow at eleven o'clock sharp, so don't forget!"

Most of the Barden Bellas, happy to hear that sentence, quickly headed to the benches, getting ready to leave for their next class. Regionals were in less than a week, so Aubrey Posen was pushing harder than usual. Even Fat Amy was sweating buckets, and that didn't happen often.

But something was wrong. Just ask a curly haired redhead, who just happened to be tapping the leader on the shoulder.

"Hey, 'Brey?"

Aubrey startled, then turned around and sighed deeply, recognizing her partner, also a co-leader of the Bellas.

"What is it, Chloe?"

Chloe exhaled, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Have you seen Beca at all today?"

Aubrey thought for a moment, then shook her head slowly from side to side.

"Now that I think about it, no. I haven't seen her on school premises either."

The redhead frowned slightly. This wasn't like Beca. The Beca she knew was tough, and even though the brunette and Aubrey didn't always see eye to eye at times, the two aca-bitches were super hardworking and always kept the group positive, even if times were hard.

Chloe's thoughts were interrupted when Aubrey opened her mouth again.

"Why don't you give her a call? I'm sure she'll answer her phone."

The redhead shrugged. "Sure, I'll give it a shot."

"Sounds good." Aubrey flipped her blond hair back, tucking it behind her ear. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to run to French class." She bent over and picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and stood up, flashing a smile at her friend. "Bye."

"Bye." Chloe returned the gesture, and headed the opposite way, towards the dorms, trying to get ahold of Beca at the same time. To her dismay, the call always went straight to voicemail, the brunette's voice echoing through Chloe's eardrums.

/Hey, it's Bec. If you're listening to this, I either don't have my phone on me or I'm not available right now. Try again later, or flash me a quick text. Thanks./

By now Chloe had reached the dorms and was digging through her purse for the key Beca had given her. Since the encounter with the showers, the singers had become good friends, enough that Beca had entrusted her with an extra key. "Only for emergencies," she had said, "I don't want to ever have to use that stupid rape whistle. Ever."

Chloe had silently assured herself that this was an emergency, and she wasn't intruding. Doubt crossed her mind, but she built up courage, placing the key in the hole and twisting the door knob slowly.

The first thing she registered when walking into the room was that some remix music was playing.

"Beca must've left the computer on," she thought, setting her music folder on the ground. It was close to lunch time. She probably had gone somewhere for lunch.

Then a moan came from the corner of the room, and Chloe turned her head to see Beca laying on the ground in a strange position, her headphones still on. The brunette's hair stuck to her forehead, and her breaths were raspy, uneven, as if she were a fish gasping for air.

"Becs!" Chloe immediately sprung into action, kneeling beside the unconscious girl. "Oh god... I'll text Aubrey. She'll know what to do."

She quickly typed a message in all caps (which Aubrey would be sure to notice) and hit the send button. Tossing her phone aside, she adjusted Beca's head so that it rested on her lap, softly stroking the deejay's hair.

"Hang in there, Beca," She whispered, "Aubrey will be here soon."

XXX

Aubrey was about to fall asleep when she heard her phone ding. That familiar A-minor ringtone told her something was wrong. She opened her lock screen, scrolled down to her messages, and clicked on the thread she had going with the redhead.

CHLOE- COME QUICK. BECA'S DORM. SHE'S NOT DOING WELL.

The blonde's eyebrows furrowed, and she sent a response then left quickly, slamming the door begin her.

AUBREY- I'm on my way.