UnPerfect

thefanshipdarkhorse

Prologue: Jealousy and Stupid Little Alt Girls

Aubrey can't remember exactly when it started; not like it really matters, or anything. The point is that it did start and it didn't stop and the time it all happened didn't really matter at all.g

It, of course, being her pathetic, hopeless and, most importantly, completely and utterly one-sided love for her bright, bubbly and just a little too nice roommate who was just everything Aubrey wasn't.

And it wasn't even that bad, not really.

At least, it hadn't been, not until her senior year, when that obnoxious, smug, infuriating little alternative girl had walked—no, not even that, because she'd sauntered in, hadn't she? Sauntered right past Aubrey and into Chloe's heart—in like everything Aubrey could never be, and had stolen Chloe right out from under her pink stilletoes.

And she really, really had. It had felt like a bad fifties' sitcom where somebody had literally reached down and ripped the rug from beneath her feet, leaving her to fall hard on her aca-ass.

And fuck, it hurt.

Despite the fact that she'd (thought she'd) already resigned herself to the reality that was Chloe never returning her feelings, despite the fact that she'd studiously endured the presence of every male Chloe managed to effortlessly ensnare (just like she had Aubrey, though the blonde was equally studious in refusing to group herself in with those Neanderthals), despite the fact that Aubrey had grown completely (or very close to it, at least—she was a Posen, after all, not a god) immune to Chloe's intimate touches and just all-around affectionate nature—despite it all, the one thing Aubrey hadn't been ready for was for some cheeky little alt girl to walk in with her walls up and her ear monstrosities in and need Chloe more than Aubrey did.

Because Aubrey'd had her turn, once upon a time. Once upon a time, a sad, lonely, nervous-wreck of an honor-roll student named Aubrey Posen had been roomed (against her will) with a girl who was so completely her opposite that it didn't seem possible for one to exist while the other did so as well. And Chloe had just barged in, with absolutely no regard for Aubrey's boundaries or nervous ticks—just barged in, all swirling red hair and bright-eyes and mischievous smiles that simultaneously terrified Aubrey beyond belief and made her entire world spin backwards. She was everything Aubrey wasn't and everything Aubrey feared and…and…

And so, so beautiful.

And yes, okay, maybe Aubrey was jealous. She positively loathed herself for it, but was so far beyond denying the fact. Denying that she was the jealous type by itself would just get her laughed out of the Bellas entirely. It's not like any of them were oblivious enough (not even-ugh-Beca) that they hadn't picked up on the fact that her hatred for the girl was nothing more than glorified (and poorly hidden) jealousy, though she assumed (read: desperately hoped) they'd attributed it to having her spotlight ripped from her rather than something significantly more human and red-haired.

So yes, Aubrey would admit that she was jealous, if only because she had no other option than to deny it completely, and Aubrey Posen was bigger than that.

Bigger than that and terribly, incredibly, achingly jealous because all she could think was it was Beca and not her. Beca receiving all the red-head's coveted attention—Beca who was now the object of Chloe's flirtations. Beca who got to whine about the invasions of privacy and the shower harassment.

Aubrey wanted to be accosted in her shower, damn it! Aubrey wanted to sing Chloe's lady jam for her! It wasn't fair!

It wasn't fair.

She still remembered that day she'd called her back—can still remember that stupid little saunter and that stupid little smirk.

You don't like me, do you?

Aubrey'd had to fight to keep down the…laughter? Bile? She'd had to fight to keep something down, because no fucking shit (pardon her language) she didn't like her! She'd only ripped away the one thing Aubrey ever truly loved—yes, including the Bellas—with a cock of the head and sarcastic mockery, of all things! But of course Aubrey couldn't say that, if for no other reason that she was a Posen and simply would not stoop to Beca's level.

And, more importantly, she could not, would not, give that stupid little alt girl and her stupid little smirk the satisfaction of knowing that behind it all, behind all the bitchiness and the control issues and the projectile vomit, behind it all was just a girl who was desperately jealous of anyone who could possibly come between her and the one person who had loved her despite it all.

Not even as Beca proceeded to take everything from her (because no, of course it couldn't stop at Chloe, that was too easy)—her control, the loyalty of her Bellas, the pitch pipe (it didn't even matter that it had been willingly given—Aubrey'd only done it because she knew Beca would steal that next if she didn't, and she was not losing her dignity to that girl, not even if it cost her everything else).

No, not even then.

Because no matter how much she stole, no matter how much it hurt, Aubrey was, first and foremost, a Posen.

And if (absolutely) nothing else, she would always (always) have her pride. She'd begun with it and she'd ended with it, and as far as she was concerned, that was, for all intents and purposes, a victory, or at least as much of one as she would ever get.

At least, she'd consoled herself, at least it would never happen again. Chloe was so rare, so unique, so utterly unusual that at least Aubrey would never have to worry about falling again.

But no one ever said anything about stumbling.

So there you go-my first attempt at Pitch Perfect fanfiction. I don't know why, but I seriously adore Aubrey and her (just a tad neurotic) personality. Please, PLEASE review if you want me to continue, and let me know how I did! This isn't meant to be a depressing story, I promise-I am planning on setting Aubrey up with another one of the Bellas. I'm just...torn between two at the moment. I kind of like Staubrey, but at the same time, I have this weird desire to set her up with Fat Amy (probably just because I'm always shipping the two least likely characters, or the darkhorse pairing, as given my name). So if you have any opinions, let me know! Oh, and there will also be Bechloe, though they aren't together as of yet, because that would be boring :P So yeah, please leave a review-there's really no point in posting if nobody likes it or is reading!