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I DON'T OWN PITCH PERFECT.


It was already noon when Beca woke up. She was in much better mood than the day before thanks to the very interesting talk she had yesterday with Chloe.

The brunette got dressed remembering that she had to make a few phone calls to make sure that everything's alright and that her boys are doing their jobs as she wished. She got off the elevator and went straight to her office which was situated in the part of the building that almost no one was aware that even existed.

Her office was furnished very simply - near the window, there was one huge desk with two chairs on both sides of it, and leather couch next to the wall. One of the walls was made of screens which were showing images from security cameras located all over the building.

Beca liked this room - there wasn't anything complicated about it and she couldn't say that about a lot of things in her life. She sighed, opened one of the drawers in her desk and took out a black notebook and a pen. She started making notes planning new tasks for her boys when Fat Amy entered the room. Beca smirked as the blond girl spoke

"Mitchell don't take this wrong way but you're the dumbest person alive."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The brunette leaned in her chair and smiled even wider.

"Oh yes, you know. And from now on I'll be calling you Major Cockblock."

"I didn't cockblock you. He's got a girlfriend. A really, really hot one."

"Yeah, but for my liking, she just got lost when looking for her team, if you know what I mean. " the blonde girl quirked her eyebrow with a meaningful smile on her face. Beca chuckled but then furrowed her brows and shook her head.

"Nah, I think she's straight.."

"Yeah, but you know what they say - so is spaghetti until it's wet."

"I can't believe you just said that..." Beca snorted with laughter.

"But I did. And speaking of the devil.." the Australian pointed at one of the screens which currently were showing the entrance of the club and a certain redhead pacing in front of it.

To say that Beca was surprised - it was an understatement. But she didn't let it show on her face, in fact, she stood up with confidence and marched out of her room back to the club. Fat Amy followed her but seeing that Chloe was already waiting at the bar she changed direction and sat in the booth close enough to hear their conversation.

"Hey. So you lied to me." Chloe spoke first.

"Me? I don't recall that happening." Beca grinned at her and leaned on the counter.

"Yeah, you kinda did. But I came here to apologize. I shouldn't have said those things about you - never and to anyone. Usually, I'm nice to people and I don't know what came to me yesterday...I guess I was a bit drunk and... " Chloe nervously rambled but Beca interrupted her.

"It's okay, I get it." she smiled to confirm her words.

"Although I still think that what you did was a bit rude, you know? And I'd like to understand why." Beca smirked and lifted the hem of her shirt looking down at her toned stomach with very much visible abs and spoke

"Well, It wasn't jealousy of his ''killer body'' as you said yesterday cause I think that I'm good"

"Yeah, she's good. You're good." Fat Amy called from her spot and grinned. Chloe rolled her eyes and asked once again.

"But seriously? why?"

"You said that I'm an asshole. And a total douchebag.'' Beca saw that Chloe was about to protest so she quickly added "To Which I totally agree. In fact, I think that I'm such an asshole and douchebag that I can sense someone like me from a very long distance. And I don't think this place could handle another me so I guess that's why I didn't hire him."

Chloe should be mad at her but couldn't help the smile that was forming on her face while she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Beca.." she wanted to say it warningly but it came out much softer and not scary at all. Beca looked her in the eyes and wanted to say something but suddenly every thought disappeared from her mind and was nowhere to be found. They were staring at each other eyes for a few seconds and Chloe was first to break their eye contact to look at Beca's lips and back to her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but at the very same moment someone walked into the club and called angrily her name.

"Chloe, for aca-god's sake, we're gonna be late!" Beca shuddered when her brain started to working again and turned around to look at the intruder, thinking that there's something familiar in this voice.

"You gotta be kidding me..." Beca muttered to herself. The girl who walked in was Aubrey Posen herself. She looked at the Dj and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"No way." she said putting her hands on her waist.

"Dictator Posen" Beca said to her with amusement.

"Pain-in-the-ass Mitchell." Aubrey responded walking a bit closer and standing next to Chloe who was now looking at them confused.

"Wait, you know each other?" she asked them.

"Yep." the brunette answered "Long time no see, Bree"

"Don't act like you're not happy about that."

"Yes, sir." Beca said making Chloe laugh. Aubrey shot her a glare and said

"I'll be waiting in the car." and she left.

Chloe started to walk to the door and Beca followed her.
"So you think that my boyfriend is an asshole and a douchebag even though you don't know him...but I think that's not the case 'cause you somehow know my best friend and obviously don't like her either. Is there something wrong with you or maybe I have extremely poor taste in people?" Chloe asked as they reached the exit.

"Well, it depends..do you like me?" Beca questioned squinting her eyes in the sun.

"Yeah...I think I do" the redhead answered with a small smile.

"Then it's definitely the latter." Chloe laughed once again and lowered herself to hug the Dj. Beca didn't expect that and stood there frozen. After a second or two, she patted the taller girl on the back and Chloe giggled.

"You're adorable. Bye Becs." and just like that she kissed her on the cheek, let her go and walked away. And Beca...she just stood there with her mouth agape trying to process what the hell just happened.


History likes to repeat itself.

Even though it often shouldn't.

That's why one more time no one noticed a tall guy with a scar on his face, standing on the other side of the street.

He was once again taking pictures and this time even making notes in a little notebook.

He smiled to himself as he skimmed through the photos, stopping at the one where his target was hugging the redhead girl from the night before.

The man took out his phone and typed short message

'It's better than we thought.' he hit send and pulled his flat cap low on his forehead. Satisfied with the results of his work he put his hands in his pockets and started walking down the street.


Chloe got to the car where Aubrey was drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, obviously irritated.

"From thousands of people in Atlanta, you had to bump into Beca Mitchell" she said to her with a scowl on her face.

"How do you even know her?" Chloe questioned reaching for a seatbelt.

"We went to high school together. Then as soon as she turned eighteen she disappeared. Apparently, her father who died when she was thirteen or something, left her a whole lot of money and she had to be legal to get them. Well, at least that's what people in the school said. "

Chloe started to thinking. Beca was clearly very rich at a very young age. It didn't look like she was running a family business, so the information that Aubrey gave her made a lot of sense.
And what about Beca's mother?

The redhead surprised herself with that thought.

Why did she even care about someone who she just met?

Someone who behaved like a lout towards her boyfriend.

Someone who called her best friend a "dictator".

She shouldn't even like her and yet she admitted that she did to her.

She shouldn't be talking to her and yet she called her 'adorable'. Out loud.

For god's sake, she didn't even know her!

She shouldn't be thinking about her so much and yet yesterday when she got home all she had on her mind was this kinda annoying but kinda cute smirk and those stormy blue eyes.

Chloe had a boyfriend. She even thought she loved him.

But if she did then why it suddenly felt so wrong when he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek to greet her, when she and Aubrey pulled over in front of the restaurant that they were supposed to meet at for a lunch?

And what's more important - why it felt so right when she hugged and kissed Beca Mitchell?


Beca walked back to the club, scratching her cheek where a minute before were Chloe's lips. Fat Amy was still sitting at the booth wearing her typical smile.

"You know, I've noticed new trend around here."

"Yeah? What trend?" the brunette asked, feeling that she'll regret it as soon as she'll hear the answer.

"Cockblocking." Amy responded grinning at her like an idiot.

"Oh shut up." Beca shook her head laughing and went back to her office. When the door closed the Australian fist-pumped the air and muttered.

"Crushed it!"


BeChloeIsLegit - thank you for your kind words! I really appreciate it! Hope I didn't let you down!