A/N: Thanks again guys. You're all awesome and I love you. Lol. You all make me happy. Okay, enough said. This chapter's Stacie centric. Chapter 8's coming up soon. Enjoy!

I do not own Pitch Perfect.

Stacie's POV

"You're a good for nothing heartbreaker Stacie Mitchell."

I look around to find the person where the voice came from but I was faced with a vast darkness and emptiness that seemed to go on forever, and I was all alone.

I could hear the voice again, taunting me, throwing insults at me and I turn again and again to find this person until everything around me started spinning and my brain began protesting. Dropping to my knees, I clutched either side of my head, willing the throbbing to go away. The next I heard was the sound of heels clacking against the ground, getting closer and closer to where I was.

I look up and I see the face of Kayla Rivera looking at me with so much anger in her eyes. She glared and sneered at me and I literally flinched at the harshness directed towards me. "You know how it feels to get your heart broken again Stacie? You deserve that you jerk. Oh, I'd pay to see your face at Chloe's party when Aubrey dumps you. I'd love to see you wearing that broken expression Stacie. You only cause people heartbreaks. Even your best friend got hurt because of you. You're worthless Mitchell." I wince at her words and I could already feel the familiar burning in my chest as I stared at her with tears streaming down my eyes.

This Kayla was so different from the Kayla that I have been friends with during high school, before everything went wrong, before I broke her heart.

I met Kayla at one of the parties being held by a jock during my sophomore year of high school. She was there when I went outside for a breather when the party got too much for me. She offered me a smoke as we stood at the porch, looking at the starry night sky. I learned so much about constellations and myths about the stars that night. That started our friendship.

When Kayla and I got closer, Beca and Jessica told me that I should stay away from Kayla as soon as possible because she'd cause nothing but problems and complications. How I wish I listened to them then. I didn't, because she was my friend. The problem though, Kayla wanted us to be more than friends. Sure, I have the reputation of sleeping around with whom I please – it started when my first girlfriend broke my heart by dumping me for a douche jock on my freshman year – but I NEVER, I repeat, NEVER sleep with my friends. It's a big no – no on my book. It'll just end up as a huge mess when feelings start to get involved.

At another party, this one for the end of the school year, I got pretty wasted. All I remember was drinking lots and lots of beer, then nothing. Next thing I know, I was waking up in a bed that was definitely not mine and I was completely naked under the sheets. I was horrified when I found Kayla beside me, pretty much naked as well.

What happened after was blurry to me: confessions of love, getting asked out on a date, being offered of being someone's girlfriend. It was too much for me. I loved Kayla, I really did, but more of the sisterly-love way and not the way that she wanted me to love her. I couldn't lie to her, so even though it hurt like a bitch, I told her the truth.

She was devastated at first, and then she got annoyed, pissed then really angry. She started cursing me and throwing insults at me that cut me deep but I stayed quiet as I watched her storm about the room getting dressed. The fact that I caused my friend heartache was more painful for me.

"I'll get back at you for this Stacie, remember that. I'll make sure that you'll feel heartbreak a thousand times worse than what I am feeling right now." Those were the exact words she uttered before she left. I couldn't stop the tears, even if I had Beca and Jessica comforting me. I told them what happened and they hated Kayla even more.

The following weeks, I always felt as though someone was watching my every move. Even some stuff I had in my locker had gone missing. I never saw Kayla once. Then, a few weeks before graduation, Kayla's family moved away. She was just going back at the day of her graduation to attend it. When she left, I didn't feel like someone was always watching me anymore and things stopped disappearing from my locker. I told this to Beca and Jessica and they said that it might have been Kayla all along. That's when Beca started calling her psychotic-bitch-turned-obsessed-fan-and-stalker-af ter-a-one-night-stand.

The setting shifted and now, I was at Barden, at the quad, and instead of Kayla, I was with Aubrey. Her blonde hair framed her face beautifully and the sun made it glow like a golden halo about her head, her hazel eyes as piercing as ever. But instead of the warm smile that never failed to make my insides melt, she was staring at me coldly. As soon as our eyes met, she turned around and started walking away from me. I tried to shout her name but nothing came out of my mouth. I tried to follow her but I couldn't move my feet. So, I stood there helplessly, my tears cascading over my cheeks as I watched the love of my life walking away with my heart. . .

"Stacie! Wake up!"

I sprang up from lying position quickly, still in a daze after that nightmare. Beca and Jessica are looking at me with worried expressions, both of them grasping my shoulders. My cheeks felt wet and I realized that they were my own tears. I pulled my knees up against my chest and I wrapped my arms around them. I slowly rocked back and forth as my sobs wracked my body. I felt so helpless and miserable that I could do nothing but cry.

I felt Beca shift beside me before I was pulled against her front and her arms wrapped around me. She held me as I cried and I could tell that she was crying as well. She looked so tired and broken; she must've felt that way too, because I did. I apologized, because she got involved in Kayla's plan on getting back at me. Kayla was right, because of me, Beca got her heart broken all over again. Beca just shook her head slightly and held me tighter, but I could still feel her tears and mine falling on my lap. Jessica held the two of us as we cried ourselves to sleep.


When Beca and I woke up again, the three of us headed to the kitchen for some brunch after Beca and I had taken showers. We were eating quietly and I could tell that Beca's thinking about Chloe because she had on her 'thinking-about-Chloe-Beale' face.

"What now guys? What are you going to do about Chloe and Aubrey? And maybe Kayla as well? I feel like I want to punch the living daylights out of her." Jessica said, breaking the silence. I thought Beca wasn't going to respond so I was about to answer when she spoke up.

"Pretend," she answers coolly.

"Pretend? Pretend that what?" I asked confusedly. Beca nodded her head.

"Look. What we found out is very, very much painful for me. But losing Chloe when she finds out that we already know about their secret will kill me. I admit that I still can't face her this early without wanting to break down, but the thought of losing her in my life is killing me. I have never loved anyone as much as I love Chloe so I'm gonna pretend. Call me a masochist or a fool or whatever you want, but I can't be without her, not now." The determination in her voice had me staring at her in awe.

Could I do it? Could I pretend that I don't know that Aubrey's only using me to make her ex jealous so that he comes back to her, just to keep her in my life? But then, I remembered my dream, the thought of losing Aubrey forever killing me inside.

"Fine, let's pretend we never heard anything."

Jessica was looking at the two of us incredulously, like have we lost our minds. Maybe we did. Who knows? But I do know that I'm already so in love with Aubrey that I am willing to deceive myself just to keep her in my life.

Maybe Beca and I are masochists.