Title: Rewrite The Ending
Summary: "You can pretend that I'm not even here, if it will keep your conscience clear." Beca only knows heartache, so when someone who hurt her in her past shows up in her future; Beca doesn't know if she can handle it again.
Rating: M
A/N: New Bechloe story. Bear with me, here. I will be updating Fantasy Crush, soon. I haven't had internet in awhile, so I haven't been writing and I apologize for that. All mistakes are mine

Beca Mitchell stepped out of her car, Converse hitting the pavement with a low crunch of the gravel beneath her feet. She slowly moved her sunglasses away from her eyes, looking around the campus with great disdain. New school, same old shit. She thinks as she grabs the duffel bag out of her backseat. She grabs her schedule and looks for her dorm, rolling her eyes when she realizes that she's on the fourth floor. Beca sighs before slamming her car door shut and walking into the building.

Four flights of stairs later, she's standing at her door, staring intently at the number on it. She wondered what her roommate was like, hoping that it wasn't someone too overbearing. Beca liked her space and would be damned if she let anyone invade it. She shoves the key into the lock, turning it while pulling down on the handle. She takes a deep breath before walking in, noticing that the room was empty. Well, personal stuff wise, no, but human life wise, yes. Beca looked to her right and noticed that side of the dorm was unfurnished. Assuming it was her side, she threw her duffel bag down on the bed. She pressed her lips together, looking around the room.

Beca noticed that the other side, the furnished side, was extremely bubbly. She only hoped her roommate wasn't as loud as her side of the dorm implicated. She looks at her phone and realizes that her friend, Aubrey had texted her.

Bree
Received: Hey Becs, hope you're settling in well! Glad you're on campus! You should totally come down to the quad and meet me at 2.

Beca looks at the time on her phone and notices that it's already 1:48. She sighs, looking at a map of the campus and locating the quad.

Bree
Sent: Be right there.

Beca sends the message which receives her a smiley face. Beca lightly laughs at her blonde friend before walking out the door. She grabs her keys, locks the door, and heads out of the building. She throws her sunglasses on as she walks outside, looking around the campus. Beca watches as people stare her down, being the new girl and all, but quickly brushes them off and starts heading towards the quad. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it up as she walks down through the campus. Dirty looks immediately settled on her, but the amount of fucks that she gives are non-existent.

As Beca spots Aubrey, she smiles, glad that she knows someone on campus.

"Hey Bree," Beca says, taking a drag from her cigarette.

"Ugh, Becs… You ever going to quit?" Aubrey replies in disgust.

"One day, maybe." Beca smirks. Aubrey Posen had been one of her best friends since high school. Immediately afterwards, Aubrey left for Barden University. Beca was so upset, but at the same time, she knew that it was what Aubrey wanted. Barden was known for their acapella group, and knowing Aubrey, Beca knew that she couldn't pass up that opportunity.

"Anyway, how has your first day been so far?"

"Uneventful," Beca groans. "College really isn't my thing… But you know how my dad is. At least we don't have to pay for it" She tries to reason with herself, but inside, she knows that she's miserable. When Beca had originally gone out to LA, her father wasn't too happy about it. Beca spent about a year out there, trying to pursue her dream of becoming a music producer, but with no prior experience, the city wasn't too kind. Eventually, her father convinced her to come back home; and by 'convince her', he pulled all of his funding out of her stay and she was forced to move back.

"I know, but I'm glad you're here." Aubrey pulls her best friend into a hug, which causes the short brunette to stiffen a little. Beca has never been one for physical contact, and even though Aubrey was her best friend, she still was weary about it sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah" Beca says sarcastically. "Don't get all sappy on me now, Posen."

"Right," Aubrey detaches herself from Beca, "So… Did you meet your new roommate?"

"Nah, she wasn't there. Don't even know her name, but holy shit, she has a bubbly personality." Beca rolls her eyes, remembering what the other side of the dorm room looked like.

"Oh god, Becs… Please don't kill the poor girl your first week here." Aubrey jokes.

"You have so much faith in me." Beca crosses her arms. "What are you up to, today?"

"I got Bellas practice. You should come, Becs! I think you'd be a great addition to our group." Aubrey exclaims.

"If I do, will you promise to never tease me the entire time I'm here?"

"No promises, Shortstack, but I will do my best. Scout's honor." Aubrey holds her hand up in a peace sign which causes Beca to just shake her head and laugh at her best friend.

xxx

The two talk for a little while longer before heading towards the Bellas' practicing space. Instantly, Beca noticed that the Bellas had changed since the last time she had seen them. Aubrey had convinced Beca to come to one of their performances, and she could have sworn that they were all replicas of each other. But now, as she looks at the new group, she's shocked.

"Hey guys, this is my friend Beca. She's thinking about joining the Bellas. Please, introduce yourselves." Aubrey waves at the group and each one lines up.

"Hi," A heavy girl with an Australian accent says, "My name is Fat Amy."

As Amy steps back, a small Asian girl steps forward. "My name is Lilly." The girl says just above a whisper.

Beca quips a look at Aubrey as if to ask what the hell the girl was saying. Aubrey just smiled at her best friend. 'She does that', Aubrey mouthed.

"Hey lady, my name is Stacie Conrad." A tall girl with the body of an exotic dancer speaks up.

As the rest of the group introduces themselves, Beca feels slightly uncomfortable at the amount of people giving her attention. Aubrey notices this, but is too busy looking for the final member of the group.

Beca and the group turn their heads when they hear the doors slam shut and Beca's eyes widen.

"Sorry, I'm late everyone," The girl who was late says as she rushes in. She stops dead in her tracks and looks at Beca with the same wide eyes that Beca is giving her.

"It's okay." Aubrey reassures, "Beca… I'd like you to meet…"

"Chloe." Beca spits out before looking at Aubrey, then back at the redhead in front of her. "I've… got to… bye." Beca says as she runs out of the room.

How was any of this possible? How was it that Chloe was here? And why, out of the courtesy of her heart, would Chloe not tell Beca that they would be in the same state again? Beca left Chloe in Los Angeles, and that's where she intended her to stay. But now, she was here, and Beca was spiraling out of control.

xxx

Two Years Ago
Beca could feel the full effects of the alcohol taking over her body. Thank god for fake IDs, she thought. As she looks around the bar, she spots a redheaded girl staring at her. Beca smirks as she gains the confidence and struts over to the girl.

"Hey," Beca smiles at the girl. "My name is Beca."

"Chloe," The bubbly ginger laughs. "You're cute, Beca."

"I… uh… Well…" Beca stumbles over her words and internally beats herself up for sounding like a bumbling idiot. "Thanks." Was all she managed to get out cohesively.

"So what brings a cute thing like you here?" Chloe questions.

Beca, starting to feel uneasy like she does around all new people, looks around the bar before her eyes meet Chloe's blue ones. "Thinking about moving out here." The answer was simple and short, not giving away too much information about herself to this complete stranger, no matter how captivating she was. The ocean blue eyes of Chloe look Beca up and down, and Beca gulped loudly.

"You should," Chloe whispers softly into Beca's ear, causing goosebumps to raise on the short brunette's arms. Beca turns to look at Chloe, falling deep into her trance. Before she knows it, lips are crashing against her.

A year later, Beca was standing at the airport, tears streaming down her face as she left.

"I can't do this, anymore, Becs…" Chloe cries. "I'm sorry… I can't be with you, anymore."

"Chloe, please. This is temporary. This move back home is temporary…. Please don't do this to us. You can't just take this relationship that we spent a year building and throw it away because I have to go back to Georgia…" Beca pleads.

"Beca, you don't trust me. I know you say you do, but I know that states apart, you would constantly be on my case about who I'm with or what I'm doing, and I can't handle that Becs. You cannot let your insecurities get the best of you, but you haven't worked them out yet, and that's something you need to do." Chloe replies truthfully, and rather harshly.

Beca doesn't even try to argue because she knows Chloe is right. It doesn't hurt any less, but she knows that she doesn't fully trust her. And that will ultimately end their relationship, anyway.

"I love you, Becs… But please understand, that we can't do this anymore. It'll just get too far and become even more painful that it is now." Chloe sighs. She grabs Beca's hand, squeezing it gently before letting go and nodding towards the terminal. "You need to go… and you need to let me go."

xxx

Beca's sobs had become uncontrollable as the worst day of her life replayed in her head. Chloe Beale was the last person that she ever wanted to see again, and here she was, in the flesh and attending her college. Beca was torn, she had no idea what to do. She had no idea what to do. She lifts herself up off of her bed, and wipes her eyes gently. She grabs a jacket and goes to leave the dorm when the door opened.

"Beca…" Chloe gasps, unaware that the brunette was in the dorm.

"Chloe? What the fuck are you doing here?" Beca snarls, looking around the hall to see if anyone had seen them.

"This is my room."