Disclaimer: I forgot to do this last chapter, but I figured I should just let everyone know that I do not in fact, own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters in any way, shape, or form. Are you happy now? I'm just gonna go cry in a corner now. :'(


A/N: From this point on I will be writing the story by keeping up with Beca rather than Chloe. I'm sorry if this bothers you in anyway, but I personally feel it would make the story better if it was told this way. That's all I have to say at the moment, so enjoy the chapter!


"Beca, are you packed yet?" her father asks for what sounds like the thousandth time. His daughter sighs heavily in reply.

"Why do I even have to go?" The brunette asks, already knowing what his reply would be, but refusing to go without a fight. Her father pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"You already know. She's your mother Beca, and every other weekend doesn't seem too bad." He tries to reason. She rolls her eyes so hard that her head rocks along with the motion.

"If it's not that bad, why don't you join us?" She counters while reaching into her pocket to retrieve her phone. It's his turn to sigh.

"It's not really appropriate for me to spend the weekend with my ex-wife."

"Excuses."

"Beca, I don't feel like having this conversation with you again, will you please just go get packed?"

"Yeah, sure." Beca relents as she rises from the couch and walks briskly to her room where she promptly closes the door. She reaches under her bed in order to procure the duffle bag she keeps placed there before she begins to gather her clothes together for the weekend she'll have to spend with her good for nothing mother. She makes sure to leave her shorts out for tomorrow, so that she can wear them under her band uniform. Speaking of which…

Beca reaches into the rear pocket of her black skinny jeans for her phone. While simultaneously throwing a sleep shirt into her bag, she fires off a text to one of her best friends, Patricia, or as she's started calling herself, Fat Amy. Beca didn't like calling her friend that since she thought it had something to do with Patricia's self-esteem, however Pat insisted upon the usage of the name, and genuinely seemed more comfortable with it. That's why the name Fat Amy was now a mutual understanding between them.

Hey Amy, are we gonna sit together tomorrow on the bus?

Beca walks over to one of the two iPod docks that are in her room, the one that's sitting on top of the mini fridge in the far corner of her room, right next to her closet. She places her phone on the dock, and goes into the laundry room to grab a few pairs of socks that she has yet to put in their proper drawer. While back there she hears her phone sound that she has a text through the dock speakers. Returning to her room, she tosses the socks into the open bag and then walks over to her phone.

Of course you silly badger! You can't get rid of me that easily! ;)

Beca rolls her eyes at the reply, but can't help the smile that crosses her face.

Alright cool, see you tomorrow Amy.

Beca texts before changing her phone screen over to her music library to select another song. She opens her fridge, grabs a bottle of water, and makes sure that she has everything packed. Once she's sure that she hasn't forgotten anything, she sits down at the desktop that sits directly under her TV to begin working on a mix that she couldn't quite figure out. As she tries to figure out where one of the beats needs to come in at, her mind drifts to a redheaded waitress that somewhat irritated her. Beca couldn't decide what the older girl's problem was. She had seen her around at school, and knew that she was a senior this year, but other than that, and the fact that she looks like a total goody-two-shoes, she didn't really know anything else about the girl.

It had surprised Beca to say the least when she had seemed to give her some sort of attitude when she was taking her order. I didn't even do anything to her, and she got all defensive… Tired of things not fitting together, annoying waitresses and stubborn mixes included, Beca decided it was time for bed. With a sigh she saved what little progress she had made and turned off her computer. Unbuttoning her purple and black plaid shirt, and sliding off her jeans, she was left in a black spaghetti strap undershirt and a pair of black boy brief underwear. She crawled into bed, and quickly fell asleep, straight into the routine fit of nightmares.


"Hey Becs!" someone yells down the hall despite seeing that the brunette has her headphones on as she makes her way to her third period. The young woman jogs to catch up to the oblivious freshman. She taps Beca on the shoulder and smiles at her as the younger girl quickly slides her headphones off to rest around her neck. "Hey Shorty, what's up?"

"Hey Cynthia, and nothing much, just on my way to World Geo." Beca replies with a slight frown at the mention of her next class. Cynthia makes a face too, also not liking that class too much.

"That sucks for you man." She teases as she smiles at her. Beca merely rolls her eyes at the senior's reply. "What're you doing after we get home from the game?" She asks, getting to the point of why she got the younger girl's attention.

"Going to Mom's."

"Oh.."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry Becs, I know you don't like going and shit." Cynthia consoles, knowing how much of a screw up the freshman's mother was, and hating that her friend had to go through that.

"It's whatever, it happens. But anyway yeah, that's what I'm doing, so I obviously won't be able to hang out, sorry."

"Nah girl, it's fine. You probably would've been bored anyway."

"Party at Bumper's house?" Beca asks, already knowing that that was probably the case. Cynthia nods in reply, and by this point they're standing outside of Beca's classroom and Cynthia is probably about to be late. "Yeah, you're probably right. You need to go, you're gonna be late." Beca says as she begins to lightly push the darker toned girl away from her classroom.

"Alright, well text me okay?"

"Will do."

"Alright, catch you later Becs." Cynthia concludes before turning and slightly jogging away in order to try and avoid being late. Beca walks to her seat nodding at the few kids who say hi as she walks by. As soon as she sits down Amy launches into a story about how someone caught someone else's boyfriend cheating on them, but the big plot twist was that it was with another guy. She proceeded to pull out her phone so that she could show Beca proof, while Beca merely wondered how all of this could've transpired in the five minutes they're allowed in-between classes.

"Hey Beca, how're the mixes going?" Benji asks shyly as he pulls up a chair in front of her from the adjacent table. She sighs heavily.

"I'm stuck on one of them right now actually." She admits, slightly embarrassed by the fact. He nods his head in understanding.

"Do you have it with you right now?"

"Yeah, but I need to finish this paper first."

"I'll help you with the paper, then you can show me the mix, and we'll see if I can help with that too, deal?" He proposes already reaching for her paper. She normally didn't like having people do things for her, and she really didn't like people hearing her mixes before they were finished… But the quicker she got her paper done, the more time she'd have to work on her mix, and Benji, despite being somewhat lame to everyone else had a good ear for music, so with all of this in mind, Beca relinquished her paper over to him.


"Thanks Benji." Beca says as she puts her laptop away, slightly frustrated that they still weren't able to finish it.

"No problem, and again, I'm really sorry that I couldn't be more help." He apologizes for what was probably the hundredth time. She forces herself to smile at him.

"It's fine man, you helped a lot actually." She reassures, referring more to her now finished assignment rather than her mix. He smiles at her, but before he can continue the conversation Beca turns and walks out of the room.

"Good God, I thought I was going to have to go back in and drag your skinny ass out!" Amy exclaims as Beca steps into the hallway.

"Shut up, I had to get all my stuff."

"Excuses, excuses. So, are you nervous about tonight?" the blonde asks, her eyes widening in excitement. Beca quirks an eyebrow at her.

"No, why would I be?" She asks, eyebrow still raised in question.

"You're kidding right? What if we mess up! There's going to be a whole stadium full of people watching our every move Beca!" Amy exclaims, waving her hands around for emphasis.

"Oh, well, when you put it that way… No." Beca replies, her face taking her natural bored expression at the same time. Amy scoffs at the answer and drops the subject. "Alright, well catch you on the bus Becs, have fun being all techy and junk." Amy dismisses as she waves and continues on to her class. The brunette walks into her computer class and sits next to her somewhat friend Lilly Onakurama.

"Hi Beca." The quiet girl greets as she sits down.

"Hey Lilly. Is Mrs. Crenshaw in today?" Beca asks already pulling out her laptop since this was a class that they hardly did any work during, due to the teacher always being gone.

"No I don't believe she is. Are you going to work on your songs?" Lilly asks, forcing Beca to strain to catch all of her dialogue. Beca nods in reply. Lilly was a pretty good person, she said some really fucked up shit, but she was still an alright person. She was nice, respectful, and she did things that good friends did, so despite the creepiness and the quietness, Beca considered her a decent person. Putting on her headphones and channeling all of her focus into the current task at hand, she left behind her world and lost herself in the music that usually flowed so well, but now was grating like nails on a chalkboard.


The halftime show had gone off without too much trouble. It was not the best she had seen, but it could've gone so much worse, so she was content with it. After her computer class, in which, she still managed to not get the mix right, she went and changed into her travel uniform which consisted of khakis, black shoes, and their black band t-shirts. Everyone was gathering in the band hall where they had to grab their instruments and load up the trailer that would take everyone's instruments (except the flutes and clarinets since they could carry those with them). The bus ride had been uneventful, Beca had fallen asleep about thirty minutes in, woke up about ten minutes later, and had spent the rest of the ride listening to music and talking to Amy, Benji, and Donald at the back of the bus.

"That wasn't too bad…" Amy declares as she walks up to Beca, her tuba still sitting around her. Beca nods in agreement, her neck strap causing her saxophone to bounce slightly with the motion. Aubrey Posen, one of the band's conductor's was going around telling everyone that they could take off their jackets now.

"Hey, can you unzip me?" Someone asked. Beca knew it was too far away to be directed towards her, but she turned anyway, the person's voice who said "sure" practically making her, for reasons that she couldn't name. She turned to see a senior with dark brown hair and a pretty face tilting her head forward while holding her hair up in one hand, and another familiar senior with fiery red curls and bright blue eyes pulling down the zipper to Stacie's jacket. The redhead happened to look up at that moment, straight at Beca, and the freshman swore that she saw something akin to a war raging behind those impossibly blue eyes before the older woman smiled brightly at her. Beca was about to return the gesture, again for reasons unknown to her, but before she could Cynthia came up to her and started talking to her about how Donald messed up one of the percussion parts and how Bumper had jumped his dick about it. When Beca's eyes wandered over to where she had last seen the red headed senior, her face was no longer smiling, but instead set in a firm scowl until Aubrey walked over to her, and after a brief conversation, the other girl's smile was back in place.

Beca's phone vibrated against her arm since she had her jacket draped over said appendage. She fumbled around with it until she found the source of the vibrations and quickly slid her thumb across the bottom of the screen, and put the phone to her ear.

"Hey Beca, how'd the show go?" Her dad's voice asked her as soon as she answered.

"It went alright I guess."

"That's good. Were you nervous?"

"Nope."

"Oh, well… That's good too…" Her dad says, his voice trailing off awkwardly. He clears his throat after a moment and Beca braces herself for the conversation. "Your mother is going to be here by the time you get home, so she'll pick you up from the school, and then bring you home so that you can drop off your stuff and pick up what you need to." He informs her, and she has to grit her teeth in order not to hang up the phone and scream profanities.

"Okay, thanks for letting me have a say in that Dad. Glad you and Mom can actually talk about something." She snaps back in reply, hating it when her parents organize her pickups as if she were nothing more than a package.

"Beca, it's not like that it's just-"

"It's just nothing Dad. I gotta go, bye." She says angrily, cutting him off and hanging up the phone. She instantly feels bad about it, but she's too irritated to call him back and apologize at the moment.

"Woah, that's the face of a pissed off Beca Mitchell. What's wrong?" Amy asks, appearing out of nowhere. Beca just notices that Cynthia walked off sometime earlier, and feels slightly bad for ignoring her. I'll text her later and apologize…

"Mom and Dad did that thing again, where they make all of the plans and then inform me of what is going to happen instead of actually asking me if it's okay with me. Like, damn Amy, I know they're the parents and what not, but I'm just asking to be treated like a person instead of an object. Is that too much?" Beca asks, the flame of her anger quickly dying. Amy chews on her lip momentarily, and then shakes her head.

"No, no it's not. I'd probably be hotter than a red jalapeno popper too, so I can see where you're coming from. But I think you should blow that off for now, because you're going to be gone all weekend, and I don't want our last hours to be spent with you mad, alright?" Amy encourages, smiling at Beca with the slyest grin while bobbing her head back and forth and starting to do some weird chicken dance thing. Beca can't help but laugh and nod her head in agreement. Sometimes Amy got on her nerves, but only because she was so loud, but Beca couldn't argue with the fact that she had the best friend ever.

So with the decision made to "blow it off", Beca and Amy walked towards the stands and started getting their money out for snacks at the concession stand since the band got the third quarter off to chill. While they were talking about everything and nothing, Beca glanced up at the scoreboard to see that they were losing by twelve points. Go team. She thought sarcastically. As they were standing in line with Amy talking to the people around them about things that she liked about the halftime show, Beca couldn't help the feeling that someone was staring at her. She quickly glanced towards her right and caught a flash of red as the older girl turned her head towards Stacie in what seemed like a very animated conversation. Beca traced the outline of the redhead's profile, noting how extremely pretty the girl was before she realized she was being a creeper and refocused her attention on her best friend who was currently talking about eating three of the world's hottest peppers in a contest that was in Tasmania while she had been on vacation last year. She says that she won the competition hands down, and that she even earned herself a nickname there, one that she couldn't tell us for the fact that it would take away from the meaning of it. She smiled at her friend's story and let the night's breeze take away all of her worries.

She'd think about this weekend when she got home.

She'd also probably think about a blue-eyed senior when she got home, but she really didn't want to think about that right now, or any other time for that matter.

So instead, she'd focus on how many Tasmanian men had given their numbers to her blonde friend, and the amused looks on everyone's faces at the tales they were hearing, no doubt trying to determine if they were true or not. But Beca knew they were, because despite her friend's flaws, lying was not amongst them.


Beca, Benji, and Lilly were helping unload the trailer and making small talk about the loss of the game by fourteen as they were handed cases and passed them on. Once that was said and done, the three walked out towards the parking lot, people's parents and vehicles both waiting to take everyone home. They walked together in a sort of serene silence that other kids their age might have deemed awkward, but really it was quite nice, or at least it was in Beca's opinion.

"See you later guys." Lilly whispers as she waves and begins to walk off.

"Later!" the remaining two call back in unison.

"So, how do you think it went tonight?" Benji asks readjusting his band uniform bag over his arm.

"It could've been better, but it could've been a lot worse. I'm pretty content about tonight. You?" Beca replies, only half paying attention to the conversation because she was scanning cars for the one that she was hoping wouldn't be there.

"Yeah, I feel about the same. Oh, there's Chloe, I gotta go, I'll see you later Beca, have a good weekend!" He says cheerily before heading towards the senior that has been bouncing around in her head all night.

"Chloe… That's a nice name…" Beca says to herself, tasting the name on her tongue, and deciding it was an appropriate name for the seemingly bubbly redhead. Beca was thinking about the older girl, whose name she now knew was Chloe when she saw her mother's black Dodge Avenger pull up in front of her. She bit her lip to keep control of her emotions, and braced herself for what was sure to be another hellacious weekend. As she opened the passenger door to get in, she cut a glance towards the last place she had seen Chloe and Benji, and after searching a bit, she saw them getting into a beat up old pick-up. Chloe glanced over her shoulder and caught Beca's eyes. From across the parking lot, Beca could've sworn she felt this- this urge to walk over there and introduce herself, but she shrugged it off, and without another thought about the senior, lowered herself into the vehicle in which her mother was waiting for her.

"Hey Honey!" Beca's mother greeted happily as Beca pulled the seat belt across herself.

"Hey Mom." Beca replied, trying to at least be civil. Her mother instantly launched into a tale about something that had occurred a few days prior, and Beca tuned her out, instead focusing on the numerous stars that were lighting up the night sky as her mother drove them back towards Beca's house. Beca sighed quietly to herself.

It's gonna be a long weekend.


A/N: Thank you guys so much for the positive responses I received, it genuinely means a lot! I realized (and it was brought to my attention also) that I forgot to state that this is a high school AU, so there's that. Thanks for taking the time to read this chapter, and I hope you liked it! So, leave a review, tell me what you're thinking, for example: "Potatoes" Okay, maybe not that, but a review would still be appreciated! :) And again thank you for all of the favorites, follows, and reviews, and remember: Stay sexy ~Natt