She hated crowds.

With a sigh, her hands moved to scratch at her forearms and she tried not to make it noticeable how uncomfortable was. Her father eyed her wearily before turning back to focus on what the priest was saying. She tried her best to pay attention though she found herself scanning the crowd once again, feeling her anxiety rising as she searched for a face that she knew she wasn't going to find.

Once the funeral was over, she practically ran to her car, calling after her father with the promise of seeing him at home after mass. She couldn't bring herself to blame him for not wanting to go—it was never his "thing"; always just hers and her mom's. But the latter's opinion on the matter didn't seem relevant anymore—not when she just watched her mother's burial.

Pulling out of the parking lot and into the road, she watched as the sea of black she had just forced herself to stand in departed, each person walking to their own vehicle. She wondered how many of them would stick around—how many could actually stand each other and were just putting up with everyone for the occasion.

It disgusted her. The fact that people knew anything but love and kindness disgusted her. And that hypocrisy was what disgusted her the most. Her skin crawled at how many double-standards existed, especially within herself.

Her hand found the power button for the radio and she turned it up, shaking her head momentarily as if that would clear the thoughts away. Blonde locks waved around before she finally settled once again and rolled to a stop at a red light. The sound of music blasting caught her attention and she looked over at the car next to her. In the driver's seat was a redhead drumming her hands against the steering wheel and nodding her head enthusiastically to the music.

She scoffed and hoped she wouldn't get stuck near the ginger for long. That kind of reckless driving would probably kill her, and she didn't need another body adding to the count—it would only call for more money being spent and she even though they were above middle-class, she didn't want her family to have to spend more money on yet another funeral. Her mother was the only casualty her family had to go through.

A small frown formed when the driver next to her continued forward with her, though she eventually switched lanes so that the redhead was behind her. With a sigh, the blonde turned up her music a little bit louder and continued forward. At another red-light, she stopped, though gasped and lurched forward and then back into her seat when she felt her car jolt.

In her rearview mirror she saw the redhead jump out of her car and get her cell phone out of her pocket. She checked out the back of the blonde's car and smiled in joy. That was when Aubrey got out of her car, slamming the door shut as hard and loud as possible before stomping over to the redhead, whose face paled immediately.

"I—"

"You just hit me, and yet you're standing here smiling like an idiot—what is wrong with you? Why would this make you happy?" Aubrey asked.

"I'm not happy about hitting your car. I'm happy that I didn't cause damage to it other than a scratch—that I'll totally pay for, I might add. Just uh…please don't sue."

"You should get your license taken away. You sit in your car, blasting music, and then get surprised when you hit someone, and you're standing here asking me not to sue. Honestly, what's your problem? Are you on drugs?!" Aubrey exclaimed.

"I—do you live around here?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing, sorry. I just—I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise. Just please, please, please don't sue me."

Aubrey tipped her head back and pinched the bridge of her nose. The redhead walked back to her door and leaned into her car. She brought out a notepad and pen and scribbled something down feverishly. The blonde watched her curiously as the redhead walked over to Aubrey, ripped off the paper she was writing on, and handed it to her.

"Here, it's my address. Like I said, it's only a scratch, but if you go to get your car cleaned or the scratch looked at or something, send the bill there, all right?"

"I will definitely be sending a bill over, so if you're going to hold your breath, don't even bother."

"Who are you?" the redhead questioned.

"Aubrey Posen, as if you even have the right to ask in this situation."

"Oh. I'm Chloe!"

"That's…fantastic. Please go away and never talk to me again."

"There's no need to be so rude about it. Besides, you're obviously not from around here, so unless you go to Grove Hill High, we won't be seeing each other again," Chloe stated. Aubrey looked at her with wide eyes and Chloe smiled brightly. "Oh my gosh, you go to Grove Hill!"

"No, no I don't. Not yet, anyway."

"When's your first day?"

"Tomorrow." She mentally face palmed herself for having answered.

"Great! Meet me at the front entrance once you get there tomorrow and I'll give you a short tour before classes start!"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because otherwise you're going to get lost and the teachers give you detention whether you have an excuse or not."

"If I let you give me a tour tomorrow will you promise to leave me alone for the rest of my life unless it is absolutely and completely necessary for you to speak to me?"

"Promise."

Aubrey walked back to her car and drove forward. She looked in her rearview mirror once more to see that the traffic hadn't been as backed up thanks to the extra lane. At least she didn't have anyone trying to hit her with their car. Chloe got back into her car and Aubrey shook her head.

Why did I just agree to let her give me a tour of the school?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fanfic will be updated once a week, though a spur of reviews will have it updated faster and more frequently.

Rated: T, but rating will change to M probably around the second or third chapter.

Pairings: Chloe x Aubrey

AU: This is AU High School (in case you didn't catch that while reading), and the characters are extremely OOC

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect because if I did so many ships would be made true