Beca Mitchell was 18 years old and staying the summer with her cousin Stacie in Tampa. While she was there she got a job working at the local jet ski rental place to earn money to help with her planned move to L.A. What she wasn't planning on was her dad and mom conspiring together to make her go to college. Her father, Professor Ben Mitchell, was on the faculty of Barden University near Atlanta, GA, and got Beca in for free. Her mother, a lawyer, who still lives in Portland, Maine, agreed that Beca should go to college. Both parents told her that she had to give college one year. If after that year she still wanted to go to L.A. they would both help her out financially. She didn't like it but figured it was better than trying to make it on her own.

Beca had met Chloe, a hot redhead, her second day on the job when she and some friends rented jet skis from her. The two girls hit it off and they spent as much time together as they could. They took longs walks on the beach, met for lunch or dinner, and made out. They both shared that they had strong feelings for the other and promises to keep in touch were made.

It was Beca's last night in Tampa. She was heading home to Porltand before she went off to colle. She had invited Chloe over to the apartment for dinner. They started making out and one thing led to another and they had sex. Beca woke up and found herself alone in her bed. She got up and saw that Chloe's clothes were gone. She checked the rest of the apartment and the redhead was nowhere to be found. Beca texted and called Chloe numerous times. Chloe never responded to any of the messages.

Beca wasn't a stranger to one night stands, but she really thought this girl was different. Apparently, Beca was just summer fling and it hurt.

Barden University, Two Weeks Later

Beca made it to her dorm room and found her stuff had already been dropped off. She unpacked and set up her mixing and DJ equipment first to make sure nothing happened to it. She then emptied the rest of her boxes and put away all of her stuff. She broke down the boxes and placed them outside her door for pickup. She looked through the Freshman Orientation Packet and saw that there was an Activities Fair going on at the Quad and decided she would check it out.

She put her headphones around her neck so she could listen to music while she walked. She walked around but didn't really see anything of interest to her. She was deciding where she would go next when she looked up and saw her. Chloe.

Chloe also caught a glimpse of Beca but didn't think Beca saw her. Her heart rate sped up and her eyes widened. She couldn't believe Beca was here.

"Oh, my God," Chloe muttered.

Beca can't know she's here because she'll want to know why she just left her. Chloe looked down and moved to stand behind her best friend, Aubrey, who was standing next to her.

"What the hell, Chloe?," Aubrey said turning to look at her best friend.

"Please stand still," Chloe said.

"Why? What's going on?," Aubrey asked over her shoulder.

"I don't want that girl to see me," Chloe responded.

"What girl?," Aubrey asked looking around.

"This girl," Beca's responds stopping in front of the blonde.

Aubrey turned to face Beca and said, "And who exactly are you to Chloe?"

"Apparently, I'm no one to Chloe," said Beca. "Just a one-night stand she had over the summer and was hoping never to see again."

"Shit!," Chloe said to herself.

"How are you, Beca?" Chloe asked trying to be as nonchalant as she could.

"Oh, just peachy," said Beca.

"Look, Beca, let's not make this awkward. Okay?," Chloe said.

"I'm sorry. Am I making this awkward for you?," Beca say speaking louder than needed.

"Yes, you are. And please keep your voice down," Chloe says looking around to make sure no one is listening to them.

"Oh, I'm so sorry if me standing here is making this awkward for you," Beca says sarcastically. "You know what's awkward for me? It's having a girl tell you how much you mean to her and then disappearing without a word. It's thinking that all the talks you had about keeping in touch were real and then finding out the girl you started having strong feelings for is nothing but a liar. Awkward is being forced to go to some university you don't want to go to and seeing the girl you never wanted to see again. Sorry, if seeing me has made things so awkward for you."

Beca shakes her head at Chloe and storms off.

Aubrey looked at Chloe with raised eyebrows. Chloe just looked at the ground not saying anything and trying not to cry. Aubrey continued to look a Chloe. She started to say something and Chloe stopped her.

"Don't, Aubrey," Chloe said. "Please? Just don't."

Beca doesn't look back and continues walking to her dorm. She enters her dorm room and throws herself on her bed. She laid there staring at the ceiling. "I can't believe of all the colleges I could have gone to, I'm at the same one as her," Beca thinks. "My life sucks!"

The Activities Fair was over. Aubrey and Chloe were cleaning up their booth.

"Are you going to tell me about the alt girl?," Aubrey asked Chloe. "She's kind of hot."

"It's like she said. She's just someone I had a one-night stand with over the summer," Chloe said.

"Sounded like it was more than just a one-night stand to her," Aubrey said.

She grabbed Chloe's arm and said, "Wait! Is this the girl you told me about? The one you spent most of your summer hanging out with? The one you said you felt something for but you had to walk away from her? That's who that was?"

"Yes," Chloe said. "Can we not talk about her anymore? Please?"

"It's obvious you still feel something for her," Aubrey said. "Why did you leave her?"

"It's complicated," Chloe said.

Beca was still in the same position, staring at the ceiling when there was a knock on her door. She opened it and found her dad standing on the other side. She left the door open for him and returned to her original position on her bed.

"Looks like you're getting settled in," her dad said. "Did everything make it okay?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "Everything's here that should be."

"Good," said her dad. He looked at her for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"

Beca's dad could always tell when something was up with her. Her parents have been divorced for 10 years, and even though she didn't see him as often as she would have liked, he could read her moods better than anyone. She had come out to her parents when she was 15 and both supported her 100 percent. So she felt comfortable telling her dad about Chloe and their summer together. He also knows how upset she was when Chloe just left her without a word.

Beca looks at her dad and just says, "Chloe's here."

"Oh," says her dad.

"Yeah," Beca says, "Oh."

Her dad looked at her. "Didn't you say she was older?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "She's a senior."

"That's good then," Ben said. "You most likely won't have any classes together and this is a big campus. Lessens the chances of running into each other."

"I guess you're right," Beca says. "But just knowing she's close by and doesn't want anything to do with me hurts."

"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?," Ben says. "Sheila's making your favorite pot roast with carrots and potatoes. It should be ready soon."

"Sounds good," Beca says.

Beca and her dad leave the dorm room and head to the Professor's house.

"Beca!," Sheila says hugging the young girl. "I'm so glad you're here. I know you'd rather be in L.A. but I can't tell you how excited your dad is that he will get to see you practically every day."

Beca laughed. "I knew he had an ulterior motive for making me go to this college," she says.

Ben just laughed and said, "Not even going to try and deny it."

They had dinner and Ben drove Beca back to her dorm. As Beca started to get out of the car, her father put a hand on her arm to stop her.

"You know Sheila and I are here for you, Becs," her dad says.

"I know," Beca says. "And I appreciate it. Thanks for dinner."

She reaches over and gives her dad a hug. "I love you, dad."

"Love you, too, Becs."

Beca gets out of the car and her dad drives off with a wave. Beca walks to her dorm and is about to swipe her card to enter the building when she hears, "Beca, can we talk?"

"Great," says Beca. "Just what I needed. The absolute last person I wanted to see or talk to wants to talk. Are you stalking me now?"

"Beca, please?," says Chloe.

"Why should I talk to you?," Beca asks. "Wouldn't it make it more awkward for you?"

"I owe you an explanation," Chloe says.

"Now you want to explain?," Beca says. "Why couldn't you just explain it that night? Why couldn't you just tell me that it was only going to be a one time thing and that you didn't plan to keep in touch like you had promised?"

"Please, Beca," Chloe begged. "Can we talk inside?"

"No," Beca says. "I don't want to talk you, now or ever."

Beca hurries into her building, leaving Chloe standing outside. Chloe debates whether she should just go to Beca's dorm room and talk to her despite what Beca said.

Beca was angry as she rode the elevator to her floor. She stood outside the door to her room for a moment to calm herself down. She opened the door and was glad to see her roommate was out. She flopped down on her bed and wiped away tears she didn't know were falling from her eyes.

Chloe made the decision to go to Beca's room. She entered the building behind another student and went to the front desk and asked for Beca's room number. She took the elevator up and was now standing outside Beca's door. She took a deep breath and knocked.

Beca opened the door not expecting to see Chloe standing there. Beca just glared at Chloe.

"I said I didn't want to talk to you," Beca said.

"I know," Chloe said. "You don't have to talk, just listen. Please?"

Beca thought she should just slam the door in Chloe's face, but a part of her wanted to hear what "explanation" Chloe was going to give her. "What happened that made her go from someone who was loving and tender to a straight up bitch? I guess the only way to find out is to let her explain," Beca thinks. She looks at Chloe and sighs.

"Fine. Come on in," she said to Chloe as she held the door open for her.

"Thank you," said Chloe and entered the room. She stood there and looked around. Beca closed the door and pointed to the desk chair for Chloe to sit down. Beca sat on the edge of her bed.

The two girls sat there, neither saying a word. Beca could see that Chloe wanted to say something, but she still hadn't uttered a word.

Beca finally said, "You're the one who wanted to explain, so start explaining."

Chloe looked uneasy and wouldn't look at Beca. Beca looked at Chloe and Chloe was looking at the floor. She wanted to explain things to Beca, but she couldn't find the words. She knew what she wanted to say but didn't know how to say it. After what seemed like hours, but was really only about 5 minutes, Chloe still hadn't said anything.

Beca couldn't take it anymore and stood and went to the door. She turned to look at Chloe and said, "Don't worry, I don't plan on telling anyone we know each other or about what happened between us over the summer. I'll ignore you and you can ignore me. You're reputation will not be ruined; no one will know that you did the whole girl-on-girl experimenting thing or that you're gay or bi or whatever the reason is for why this is happening. So feel free to continue on with your closeted life and I can continue with my open one. I think that about covers everything don't you?" She opened the door and said "You can leave now."

Chloe looked up at Beca. She wanted to say something but still couldn't say the words. She got up and walked to the door. She stopped in front of Beca and whispered, "I'm really sorry."

Beca said, "Whatever," and pushed Chloe out the door and closed it.

Chloe had tears in her eyes as she stood outside the door for a few minutes. She wanted to go back and explain things to Beca but thought just leaving it like this was probably for the best. She left and headed back to the apartment she shared with Aubrey.

Chloe opened the apartment door, kicked off her shoes, and flopped down on the sofa. Aubrey came out and said, "Hey, Chloe. I was just thinking about ordering Chinese. Do you want anything?"

Chloe said, "Yeah. The usual please."

Aubrey took out her phone and placed the order. She walked over and sat on the sofa next to Chloe.

"You look upset," Aubrey said. "Everything okay?"

"I don't know," Chloe said. "I went to talk to Beca, you know, to explain things to her."

"And?," Aubrey urged.

"And, she was very cold toward me," Chloe said. "I couldn't find the words to explain so she told me not to worry. She wouldn't say anything or tell anyone about our time together over the summer. She thinks I'm in the closet and don't want people to know. I told her I was sorry and she said "Whatever" and then she pushed me out the door."

"Isn't that a good thing?," Aubrey asked.

"Yes. I guess," Chloe said. "I just, I mean, I really wanted to tell her so that she'd understand and not hate me. Arghh!"

"You still like her," Aubrey says, more a statement than a question.

"Yes, I still like her," Chloe said quietly. "I actually love her. I just can't be with her."

"You still haven't explained why other than to say it's complicated," Aubrey says.

"It is complicated," Chloe says.

"Maybe you need to tell someone about it," Aubrey says. "You know, someone like your best friend. Someone who won't judge you or hate you. Unless you're a serial killer. If it turns out you are a serial killer, then I am so going to judge you and probably hate you as well. Or give you a list of people to take care of."

Chloe looks at Aubrey who is sitting there with a silly grin on her face and she can't help but smile.

"No, I'm not a serial killer," Chloe says with a small chuckle. "That would actually be far easier to explain."

"How about we have dinner," Aubrey says. "Then when we're done, if you want to talk, we can talk. How does that sound?"

"Thanks, Brey," Chloe says.

There's a knock and the door and Aubrey gets the Chinese food. She places the bags on the table and goes to the kitchen to gather plates and eating utensils. She brings 2 beers to the table and sets one in front of Chloe. Chloe drinks her beer but only pushes her food around her plate. She finally gives up and sits there thinking about what she will say to Aubrey.

Aubrey finishes eating. She clears the dishes and puts away the leftovers. She goes into the living room and Chloe is sitting on the sofa. She sits down next to Chloe facing her.

"Do you want to talk now?," Aubrey asks. "Or do you want to watch some bad reality TV?"

Aubrey knows that Chloe is thinking about Beca and how to explain how "complicated" things are so she waits for Chloe to speak.

"I'm ready to talk," Chloe says. "Could you grab us another beer or two? Or something stronger if we have it. I'm going to need more alcohol to get through this because, no matter what I say, I'm going to come off looking like a grade A jerk."

Aubrey gets the beers and gets comfortable on the sofa.

"Whenever you're ready," she says to Chloe.

Chloe sighs and takes a large swig of her beer. "Please don't judge me for what I'm about to tell you," she says to Aubrey. "I'm sorry I've kept this from you. I can't have you hating me, too."

Aubrey notices Chloe has tears in her eyes. "I could never hate you, Chlo," Aubrey says pulling Chloe into a hug. Chloe leans into the hug and lets the tears fall.

She finally pulls away from Aubrey and wipes her eyes. She takes another swig of beer. She decides the best way to do this is to rip the bandaid off quickly.

Chloe takes a deep breath and says "I'm married and I have a three and a half year old daughter."

Aubrey sits there stunned. She doesn't say anything and gets up and walks into the kitchen. She comes back out carrying two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels. She pours two drinks and hands one to Chloe.

"You're right," she tells Chloe. "We're going to need way more alcohol to get through this."

Aubrey gulps down her drink and pours another. She waves her hand towards Chloe and says, "Continue."

Chloe follows Aubrey's lead and downs the Jack. She holds her glass towards Aubrey and is poured another.

Chloe starts talking quietly. "I met and fell in love with a boy named Tom Henderson in High School. We got together at the beginning of my junior year. He was a senior."

She takes a sip of her drink and continues. "He was good looking, tall, and athletic. He was quarterback of the football team. Big man on campus. His family was rich and he was their only child. He was always getting caught drinking and driving or doing some other stupid shit. His father's money always kept him from having to take any responsibility or having to suffer any real consequences for his actions. I was a cheerleader and also Captain of the volleyball team. My family wasn't rich and I was a "good" girl. Being with Tom was exciting and kind of dangerous. We were the goals couple. Everyone wanted to be us."

Chloe downs the rest of her drink and has Aubrey pour her another. "The first time we had sex was at his Senior Prom. He was ready for it long before then, but I wasn't. So, we did the cliche Senior Prom sex. I loved him and he loved me so it just seemed like the thing to do. He graduated and we were fairly active, sexually, after that first time. I found out I was 2 months pregnant in September at the beginning of my Senior year. I told Tom and he freaked out. He didn't want to be a father. He wanted me to get an abortion. I didn't think I could do that. Not that I'm against it, I just didn't think I could do it. I told my parents I was pregnant and they told Tom's folks. Both of our parents insisted we get married. So, we did. I was 17 and Tom was 18. Neither of us wanted to but we really didn't think we had a choice."

Chloe stops to wipe tears from her eyes. Aubrey is still too stunned to say anything.

"Tom's parents made him go with me to every dr's appointment. His parents bought us a house and we moved in just before Christmas that year. Tom was hardly ever home. He continued to act like he was single and he was sleeping around, cheating on me. I was so lonely. My friends pretty much dropped me and didn't want to be around me anymore. I only had one friend who stuck by me, Marcy Donovan. She was the only one who would talk to me at school. She also made sure I ate a healthy lunch. She took care of me. I thought I could count on her to be there for me."

Chloe stops again. She downs the Jack like a shot and Aubrey pours her another one. She downs this one as well and holds the glass out for more.

"Maybe you should hold off for now," Aubrey says.

Chloe sets the glass down on the table and runs her fingers through her hair. "You're right. I'm starting to feel it and I want to get through the rest of the story."

Chloe looks at Aubrey and continues the story. "Valentine's Day came around. I was about 8 months pregnant and Tom couldn't stand to be around me. He was out again that night. I got a call at 3:00 in the morning saying there was an accident. Tom had been drinking and driving and lost control of the car and hit a pole. I called the Hendersons and my parents and we all rushed to the hospital."

Chloe stops and sits for a moment. She wipes the tears that have been streaming down her face. "When we got to the hospital we found out there was a girl with Tom and she was killed instantly. The girl was Marcy. The one person I thought of as my only real friend. I found out later that they had been seeing each other for almost 2 months. We were told that Tom had some head trauma and was in a coma. He also had a broken arm and leg, two broken ribs, and some internal bleeding. They were able to repair the breaks and stop the internal bleeding. They didn't know when or if Tom would come out of the coma."

Chloe stopped and stood up. "I need some water," she told Aubrey. She went to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles out of the refrigerator. She came back and handed one of the bottles to Aubrey. Chloe opened hers and took a long drink.

She sat back down and continued. "I had my baby girl on March 27 and named her Beth. Tom was still in a coma. His parents paid off Marcy's family. They were going to file a wrongful death suit against Tom since he was driving drunk. His parents couldn't have their good names sullied by a lawsuit so they paid them off to drop it. I hated Marcy's parents for taking the money."

Chloe paused and looked down at the floor wiping a tear from her eye.

"My mom helped take care of Beth while I finished high school," Chloe continued. "I had received acceptance letters to several of the colleges I applied to. I chose Barden because it was close enough to Tampa that I could see my baby girl often but far enough away that I didn't have to visit Tom every day. My mom still takes care of Beth while I'm here. Tom's parents are taking care of the medical bills for Tom. I tried to divorce him but his parents fought me on it. Like I said, they have money and they threatened to take Beth away if I continued with the divorce proceedings. We came to an agreement - I would stay married to Tom and visit him every day when I was home from Barden and they would provide for me and Beth. My parents don't have money and wouldn't be able to afford to take care of Beth and pay for me to be here. So, as much as I hate it, Tom's family is the reason I am here and don't have to work three jobs. The money they provide pays for everything I need to stay in school, and allows my parents to take care of Beth."

Chloe stops talking and looks at Aubrey. Aubrey looks back at her and says, "I have some questions."

"I figured you would," Chloe says.

"How did Beca not find out about Beth if you guys were together so much during the summer?," Aubrey asks.

"Tom's parents had taken her on vacation with them. They were gone for almost a month on an RV vacation visiting family in various parts of the country," Chloe explains. "When they got back, she was with my parents. My mom was adamant that my final summer before college be fun. So she would always tell me to go have fun with my 'friends' while she took care of Beth. Beca never met them because I told her they were elsewhere taking care of my grandmother. When she would pick me up for our dates, it was from the house that Tom's parents gave us."

"Wow," was all Aubrey could say. "So, Tom's been in this coma for over 3 years?"

"Yep," Chloe says.

"Do the doctors think he will ever come out of it?"

"They don't know. They believe the head trauma may have caused some brain damage but they don't know to what extent. Most of the tests they've done have been inconclusive."

"Does Beth see her father?"

"She didn't until recently. I didn't want her around him like that. Her friends all have a mommy and a daddy so she started asking about her daddy. I tried to explain to her why her daddy couldn't hold her or hug her but it's hard for a 3 year old to understand. She doesn't like to visit him so we don't do it very often. We decided to keep it to just special occasions, like Tom's birthday and holidays."

Aubrey sits back and takes this all in. How could Chloe have kept this from her for 3 years?

"Can I see a picture of Beth?," Aubrey finally asked.

Chloe pulled out her phone and showed Aubrey a picture of Beth.

"She's adorable," Aubrey said with a smile. "Look at that red hair. She's definitely your daughter."

"Yeah," Chloe said looking at the picture. "My mom says she looks just like me when I was her age."

"Do you have a picture of Tom?," Aubrey asked.

Chloe pulled out a picture from her wallet. It was of her and Tom at his senior prom. She handed it to Aubrey.

"He's cute," Aubrey said. "You two look good together."

"We were good together, at first" Chloe said. "Then I got pregnant and things went downhill from there. He didn't want to grow up or take care of his responsibilities. I wish I had just divorced him the first time he cheated on me. I'd be able to live my life they way I want to. I'd be able to be with Beca."

"If he wakes up," Aubrey asked. "Will you stay married to him?"

"I don't want to," Chloe said. "But, I may not have a choice if his parents have anything to say about it."

"Have you talked to a lawyer at all?," Aubrey asked.

"No," Chloe said. "Like I said, his family has money. I wouldn't stand a chance against them."

"I think you're wrong about that," Aubrey said. "They are using blackmail to keep you married to Tom. Plus, he cheated on you when you were pregnant. And, he was with another woman, who he was cheating on you with, when he had his accident. Any one of those should be sufficient grounds to divorce him. What his parents are doing isn't right."

"Right or not," Chloe said. "That's just the way it is."

Chloe got up and took her glass to the kitchen. She came back out and looked at Aubrey.

"I'm going to bed," Chloe said and left Aubrey sitting alone in the living room.

Beca woke the next morning with thoughts of Chloe running through her mind.

"Fuck," she screams in her head. "I need to get her out of my mind."

Beca's phone pinged with a text message.

Stacie: Hey cuz. How's college life?

Instead of texting back, Beca called Stacie.

"Hey, tits," Beca said as soon as the call was answered.

"Hey, ass," Stacie replied. "So, how's college?"

"Chloe's here," Beca said.

"No shit?," Stacie asked.

"No shit," Beca said.

"Wow," Stacie said. "Did you talk to her? Did she explain herself?"

Stacie was there when Beca met Chloe. She thought Chloe was really good for Beca. That was until Chloe humped and dumped her cousin

"I've seen her," Beca said. "She came to explain herself and just sat there staring at the floor for like five minutes. I finally just told her I wouldn't tell anyone what happened between us and pretend I didn't know her and then kicked her out of my room."

"I'm so sorry, Beca," Stacie said. "I really thought Chloe was good for you. She seemed like she was really into you."

"Yeah, well," Beca said. "She fooled us both."

"Enough about her," Stacie said. "I'm attending a conference in Atlanta all next week. I'll only be like an hour from Barden so I'm coming to visit. Keep this weekend open. I'll be there on Friday night."

"I'll ask my dad if you can stay at the house," Beca said. "I'll stay the weekend there and we can hang out and do whatever."

"Sounds good," Stacie said. "I have to go. Just text me and let me know what your dad says."

"Will do," Beca said. "Later, tits."

"Later, ass," Stacie said.

Beca's mood was greatly improved after talking to Stacie. She got dressed and headed for the radio station. Luke, her boss, wasn't there but Jesse, the other intern was.

"Hey, Jesse," Beca said.

"Hey, Beca," Jesse said. "How's things?"

"Good," Beca said. "I was wondering if you could work my shift this Saturday. My cousin is coming for a visit and I want to spend some time with her."

"I can do that," Jesse said. "If you can work for me on Thursday afternoon. I want to audition for the Treblemakers."

"The who?," Beca asked.

"The Treblemakers," Jesse said. "The all male a capella group here at Barden."

"Oh," Beca said. "That's a thing now."

"Totally," Jesse said. "They don't use instruments. They make all the music with their mouths."

"Yikes," Beca said. "Sounds kind of lame."

"Maybe," Jesse said. "There are actually four of those lame groups here at Barden. The High Notes, which I hear are basically just a bunch of stoners so I'm not even sure they count. The BU Harmonics. I hear they sing a lot of Madonna. The Barden Bellas are an all female a capella group that only sing songs by women. And then there's the Treblemakers. They've won like three National Championships and they have their own house. I won't have to live in a dorm."

"Nice," Beca said. "I can do your Thursday shift if you're sure you can cover me on Saturday."

"Consider it done," Jesse said.

"Cool," Beca said.

Thursday afternoon Beca arrives at the station just as Jesse was leaving.

"Hey," Beca said. "I thought you had that audition or whatever."

"I do," Jesse said. "It starts in about an hour. I was just talking to Luke about my schedule in case I get picked by the Treblemakers."

"Oh," Beca said. "Well, good luck."

"Thanks," Jesse says and leaves.

Beca puts her ear buds in and selects shuffle on her phone. She grabs the first crate and starts stacking the CDs and records. She starts humming one of the songs and by the next one she is full out singing. She's so into it that she doesn't realize that someone else has entered the station. She jumps and turns around when she feels someone tap her on the shoulder.

"What the fuck?," she yells and turns around.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey says. "I called your name like five times."

"It's okay. Um, Aubrey. Right?," Beca said. "What are you doing here?"

"Yeah, I'm Aubrey," she said. "I actually came to see Luke. Is he here?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "He's in the booth."

"You sing really well," Aubrey said. "Ever thought about auditioning for the Bellas?"

"That's the a capella group, right?," Beca said. "Wait. Is Chloe in that group too?"

"Yeah," Aubrey said. "But, you shouldn't let that deter you. She told me what happened between you two."

"Great," Beca said. "She doesn't want me to tell anyone but she tells you. Who else did she tell? Am I still supposed to pretend like nothing happened?"

"It's not like that," Aubrey said. "You should talk to her about it. It's not my place to say anything."

"Whatever," Beca said. "Luke's back there."

Beca went back to stacking CDs, trying to ignore Aubrey who was just standing there, looking at her, with her arms crossed.

"Despite what Chloe did," Aubrey said. "You should really try out for the Bellas. We need good singers if we want to win the national championship. You were singing Titanium right?"

"You know David Guetta?," Beca asked.

"Not really," Aubrey said. "Chloe plays that song. A lot. So I've become very familiar with it."

"Well, I have to work today so I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to your auditions," Beca said.

"What if I offered you a spot right now?," Aubrey asked. "I'm the captain and it's my decision. Would you accept?"

"No," Beca said. "I'm not interested."

"Is it because of Chloe?," Aubrey asked. "She's the co-captain but I can make sure that you only have to deal with me. She'll be there but I won't let het bother you."

"Why?," Beca asked.

"Why what?," Aubrey asked back.

"Why do you want me to be a part of your group?," Beca asked.

"My goal is to get back to the ICCA Championships again this year," Aubrey said. "And win. We won't do that without some really good singers. We don't have too many signed up to audition and I need ten good singers who are fairly good looking. You're a bit alternative, but I think you could help us."

"How about this," Beca said. "If you legitimately don't get ten girls for your group, I'll join."

"Deal," Aubrey said holding out her hand.

"Deal," Beca said taking Aubrey's outstretched hand and shaking it.