Author's Note:

Thanks for the feedback, I'm glad you guys enjoyed the previous chapter so much, so here's another one...took a while to get it to sound right-like how I envisioned it in my head but eventually it came together, or so I'd like to think...So hope you enjoy. Also am open to any bridal activities/ideas you come up with, feel free to suggest songs as well.


She actually tackled you, body slammed you, she's taking you down.

You're quite impressed. Or as impressed as you can be, having the breath knocked straight out of you. You're winded and maybe your brain's all foggy...and the pain hasn't quite registered but it's as if time has frozen... or is it moving really really slow that you can take note of the little details such as the feeling of being suspended midair, Aubrey's contorted face, and the pure shock on the rest of the girls to Chloe who looks so scared for your life before you finally feel the force then the hard ground beneath you.

You should've known that Miss I've-got-it-all-together-now Aubrey had all this pent-up rage, some aggression just waiting, needing to come out.

Yeah, that was partly your fault, you admit it...and you probably had it coming... But that doesn't mean you're just supposed to take Aubrey's aca-bitchiness lying down, does it?

It may not have been the smartest thing you've ever done; poking at an angry, extremely irritated bear. It was probably second in the long list you seemed to be creating.

You almost feel scared. Almost being the key word.

'Cos instead of feeling scared like a normal person would be right now, you're just thinking..."Bitch that effing hurt!" No-did you say thinking nah you actually said it aloud...

She slaps you hard across the face "So did that, what are you going to do about it aca-slut?!"

"It's on you aca-crazed ho!" you say pulling her hair.

And an all out aca-bitch fight ensues...with the two of you rolling around biting, clawing, trying in any way to harm-to outmaneuver the other.

You can vaguely hear the screaming of the other Bellas trying to get the two of you to stop, Cynthia Rose makes an attempt at getting in between but is socked in the face for her effort.

"Sorry Cynth" you say, once you manage to top Aubrey and pin her down momentarily, apologizing not sure anymore if it was for Aubrey or for you,

"Ouch stop biting me!" you scream when Aubrey's teeth once again catches your hand.

"Then get off of me you cow!"

"You didn't just call me a cow! TAKE IT BACK!" you shout shaking her

"WELL I DID AND I WON"T" she shrieks, as she succeeds in pushing you off and once again topping you.


After several scratches, bite marks and pulled hair later-Jesse and Luke step in, pulling the two of you apart-the only ones apparently who were brave enough to do so.

You're breathing heavily...feeling the aggression, the adrenaline slowly melt out of you. Okay that was intense...you take your eyes of Aubrey for a second- staring at your numerous scratches and bite marks "I look like I was thrown into a wild beasts den, oh yeah I was and I was joined there by my friend Aubrey the Psychopath- the said wild beast." you say, chuckling darkly.

"Beca." Chloe says her tone serious, admonishing, her eyes worried...but she looks unmistakably tense seeming almost angry with you. It wasn't your fault, blame your bitch of a best friend, Chloe.

Aubrey doesn't reply at first, absorbed in doing the same quick examination...looking too at her arms then gingerly feeling her face, then the top of her head...and she's patting at it... the expression on her face switching from confusion to outrage "You actually pulled a clump of my hair off...you little baboon!"

You glanced down at your hand and see a tiny clump of blonde hair. Holy Shit.

"I guess I don't know my own strength or maybe it's your hair, is it prone to breakage? Are you prone to hair fall at all ? What shampoo do you use." you question snidely, smirking at her.

"You know perfectly well it was your fault, why don't you stop acting like a ruffian and apologize like your parents thought you manners or anything at all for that matter.

"Don't talk about my parents." You say curtly, warning her not to go there.

"Well just your dad then...he must've failed or never even bothered to impart anything on you before he left." her face serious, sneering, knowing she's hurting you.

"Bree stop it" Chloe says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder-you didn't even realize you had started trembling with rage. You shake it off. You grit your teeth, you had warned her, she better be ready...because two can play that game.

"Yeah care to remind us again what a great and inspiring man your father was. How much he did he care about you that he allowed you to become this crazy, stress-vomiting, control-freak of a person. Oh, that's right! He's the reason you're like this- If at first you don't succeed pack your bags must've been what he imparted on you- He must be so proud of his perfect little gi- " Aubrey snaps, quickly breaking out of Luke's grasp, coming at you once again.

You're ready for her this time, elbowing Jesse in the stomach-freeing your arms and you side-step her using her propelled motion to push her to the ground. She lays there breathing hard for a mere moment- with you smiling smugly down at her- letting you think you had the upper hand, before she retaliates by sweeping your legs form underneath you.

long story short...Another fight ensues.


Please Stop! BECA, BREE STOP! you can vaguely hear people shouting.

The fight is broken up before the two of you really get into it-It takes most of the Trebles pitching in this time, to break the two of you apart.

"What the hell is wrong with the both of you?" Chloe screams, her face wet.

You're too ashamed to answer. Shit you made Chloe cry, maybe you should apologize to them and to Aubrey-

"She started it..." Aubrey says. Never mind.

"Woah best defense ever...I thought you said you were a lawyer."

"ENOUGH!" Chloe shouts which silences you both pretty quickly "Can you two just try to get along...I can't stand this." Chloe says walking away, leaving the both of you glaring at each other

"This is all your fault..." you can't believe you lost it in front of Chloe. And because of her.

"Chloe's walking away from the both of us, why don't you take responsibility for a change."

You struggle in vain against the restraining hands, which only results in them tightening their hold on you.

Okay they were really starting to hurt you, they should let go now.

"Boys thanks but we'll handle this from here..." Stacie says, noting your discomfort and perhaps sensing it would only serve to piss you off further if they kept at it.

But they still hesitate looking uneasily between the two of you.

"Bree do you promise not to jump Beca if we let you go? And vice versa with you B?" Cynthia Rose asks.

You nod just so you can be free of the human stray jacket. The Boys waste no time and quickly back away, both scared and relieved at being set free of the keeping the peace duties, more than glad to leave it up-hand over the reigns to the girls.

You're sending glares their way rubbing and stretching your arms trying to get back blood circulation.

"Chloe's right...we've had enough of all this bickering. You two need to call a truce..." Lily says quite loudly, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

"What-Oh um yeah, Come on It's my wedding dammit..." Fat Amy adds, when the rest of the Bellas look imploringly at her.

You cross your arms, and you see Aubrey do the same. She looks up and sees your similar stances and she quickly drops her arms and pointedly looks away.

The girls all expel similar sounds of exaperation.

"Fine, since you won't settle this like adults...we'll have to make you battle it out." Fat Amy goes on to say.

They broke the two of you up just to let you fight again? That's their great plan?

"Uh aren't we done with resorting to violence, we just got that part over and done with... hence our wild animal hair" you question,

"Sex-hair" Stacie corrects." Well mine-all the time, kinds how mine looks now..."

Really you give a pause, she found time to- with who...

You sometimes had to admire her skills...

Moving on...

"We won't even acknowledge that...Can we just get back to the task at hand?" Cynthia Rose says jumping, breaking from her daze- when her girlfriend nudges her.

"Battles, are you up for it?" Fat Amy questions,

"Name any game, any sport whatever it is I don't mind I can totally take out the hobbit." Aubrey says advancing upon you but Fat Amy holds up her hand keeping her from getting too close.

"Yeah again with the height jokes yes do go on...it's the only advantage you have over me..." you scoff.

"I'd say I have all kinds- plenty of an advantage over you ...Not only am I smarter, my IQ's 149- I'm also stronger... I am physically fit-I do Yoga, Pilates all the time...amongst other things-"

"What are you trying to do, win by talking me to death...oh yeah I can totally see that happening."

"It's not real fighting it'll be like a competition," Fat Amy says getting between the two of you trying to make things clear.

"You really are fond of competitions aren't you?" Cynthia Rose comments.

"What's a little competitiveness to heighten the drama and tension..." Fat Amy smiles largely, looking positively demented for a second there.

"Like we don't have enough of it already." Ashley mutters to Denise and Jessica.

"Anywho there's only one way that I can think of at the moment to settle this..." Fat Amy says slowly, drawing out the moment, heightening the anticipation, "You acabitches wanted to fight it out, and this is me letting you... with a much safer, controlled alternative. Girls-" Fat Amy says beckoning the two of you to lean closer with a crook of her finger,

"What ?" you ask whispering, intrigued. This could be some cool Tasmanian aboriginal test of strength thing...you don't know why you aren't feeling the least bit anxious. Instead, you're feeling oddly excited.

"Chicken fight!" She hollers, and you grab your ears in pain, Is she trying to make you deaf.

"Trebles! You heard the bride...let's have a 3 round chicken fight..." Stacie says calling out to the boys who weirdly comply, jumping in the pool, happily granting Stacie's every whim.

"I'd love for you guys excluding Benji of course to line up-Beca, Aubrey choose your man and mount him-I mean climb his shoulders whatever." Fat Amy says as she instructs the boys.

You look at Jesse who shakes his head, you ignore this action and tap him "I'm sorry I don't feel comfortable with anyone else..."

"Your overuse of 'sorry' is making the word loose it meaning..."

Aubrey to your surprise chooses Luke. He smiles widely and takes Aubrey's hands and lets her settle on his shoulders...

You notice Jesse looking distrustfully at him. See that guy made everyone feel jealous and insecure around their girls. He was like the male counterpart of Stacie.

"Don't be jealous right now...all we have to do is knock Aubrey and her smug face off...what ever happened to lesbros before hoes..."

"It no longer applies when said les, that's you, maxes out the bros favors...ie getting the dude to play her boyfriend and causing him to lie to his potential girlfriend " he says sarcastically,

"C'mon Jess..." you plead, and he rolls his eyes before he allows you to clamber over his shoulders.

"You won't have to do anything..." you assure him,

"Yeah i'll just let her push you off..." He says meanly, grunting as you're both adjusting in order for you to sit snugly, more comfortably on his shoulders.

"Thanks." you snap, somewhat offended.

"Your welcome..." he continues in the same tone but it quickly softens when you approach Luke and Aubrey who're standing menacingly, awaiting the two of you "try to stay on, be careful Beca...Aubrey really means business."

Fat Amy looks between the two of you before she yells

"Fight!"

You waste no time the two of you grapple, okay she did have an advantage here...her long arms are reaching you easily, moving forcefully and before you know it she gives a really strong push to your chest, and you start to fall backwards but Jesse who manages to remain standing, catches you keeping you steady and you breathe a sigh of relief, but in the next second he too falls, bringing you down with him.

You rise quickly coughing, "What happened?"

"She kicked me!" Jesse says looking surprised, rubbing his face, not quite believing it had happened.

You inspect if there were any cuts, before shouting "Hey No fair, Foul! Red Card or whatever!" to the onlookers, Fat Amy shrugs her shoulders looking sorry...

"Sorry Beca, There really aren't any rules besides just knockin' the person off for a point...One point Aubrey, Luke. Just try to get back at her Becs."

"What the Fu-what kind of a-She hurt him...what's the point then..." you shout, incredulous and appalled.

Where's the justice in this game without rules. Exactly, there was none, Fat Amy was right... you just had to get back at her.

"Why don't we just get back to the game, unless you want to concede..." Aubrey says pompously. You narrow your eyes, but you smirk.

"Never! C'mon Jess, let's get back at the horse, I mean the whore. Let's just get back on the horse I meant" you say smiling cheerily once again as you settle atop of Jesse.

This time around you can sense, see Aubrey's attacks coming from a mile away, and when she tries to push you- you use the same maneuver as when you tripped her over a while ago but this time you pull her forward and *splash* she falls face first into the water.

You snicker, when Aubrey emerges and your eyebrows rise higher in amusement when she all but jumps on Luke trying to get back on his shoulders...he stumbles momentarily, before righting himself. He looks too scared to say anything. Actually both boys are silent, perhaps not wanting to get caught in the middle of it, allowing the two of you to battle it out, to do most of the work.

"One point for Jeca! Becasee, whatever you're called...making it a tie as you all know, but I am still required to announce for the benefit of anyone who hasn't been paying attention that the next point will determine who wins!" Fat Amy calls out from where she's been standing on the side of the pool.

"You're going to regret ever making a fool out of me." Aubrey says threateningly, the vein near her forehead's jumping

"B-ring it Beyotch!" you say, raising your fists.

And the two of you resume where you left off, getting into it more- if that was even possible.

You feel like you're on an equal footing this time, you know Aubrey's moves now, she's knows your tricks and neither of you are willing to let the other win. The two struggle for what seems like hours but in reality it must've been only several minutes, moving 'round and 'round the pool...sometimes slipping, occasionally getting wet, and slowly but surely getting tired... waiting, wishing for the other to just fall over.

One thing's for sure, you know it won't be you.

"How does this resolve anything? You're still making them fight!" You quickly turn your head and see that Chloe's back, but only to berate the Bella's,

You should've known Aubrey would take advantage of your momentary distraction- she pushes you so very hard, you feel Jesse trying to hold you up, but he slips and you fall...you hear a thud, feel pain, -and before you know it, you black out.


Turns out you hit your head on the side of the pool...

Turns out hitting the side of the pool with your head reaallly hurts,

so much that you were knocked unconscious,

so much that you actually have a concussion.

That much you gather from the muted echoing warbled voices all around you, making you feel like you're still stuck underwater.

You're not sure how often or for how long your drifting in and out of consciousness lasts-maybe you just closed your eyes for a second, maybe several hours but it seemed every time you came to, there's a different number of Bella's in the room-you're not sure where you are, oh how long you've been here, the place doesn't look familiar.

You probably should stop thinking too much it only makes your headache worse. You groan aloud,

"Hey she's coming to, she's awake."

"B!"

"Beca, are you okay?" Aubrey's voice comes,

"Of course she's not okay!" People shout, you groan once again,

"Becs...say something, anything please..." Chloe pleads, sniffling and you wince at hearing her in pain.

"Beca Mitchell, you need to open your eyes and say something okay, you have to..." Aubrey says but she no longer sounds imperious, it almost sounds like she's begging, like she'd been crying.

"btch yogevmthwcocusion..." you mumble, and they all gasp in excitement.

"What...wait girls shut up, she said something what did you say Beca?" Aubrey asks.

"bitch, you gave me the concussion...why are you the one asking me to do something." you get out a little louder,

Your eyes slowly open, you're blinking willing your eyes to adjust to the light...And they all cheer, once you focus on them. The noise it's deafening, making your head throb, making you close your eyes to block it off.

"Guys I think there's too much people in here, can we limit it to just three people for now..." Jesse says, and you hear most of the people go, promising to return soon, wishing you well... leaving you with Jesse and Chloe.

You open your eyes once the headache subsides, and you're surprised to see who the third person is-Aubrey looking, dare you say it, apologetic, all repentant and shamefaced. And truthfully, you just don't buy it.

This scarily feels like the moment just before the lead gets attacked by the psycho killer (who had succeeded in fooling everyone except the lead into thinking that he/she were perfectly normal. That they were safe.) waiting for the right moment to strike... when she got you all alone.

"What are you doing here? I want her out of the room-nurse, nurse..." you shout almost hysterically.

"Beca this isn't a real hospital, we're at Fat Amy's First Aid area. You can't really kick her out... and as much as I know you need the rest... I think you need to hear what she has to say first." Chloe says patting your hand, kissing your cheek gingerly before she gets up to leave.

"We'll give you guys your privacy." Jesse says leaning forward to do the same, and you're trying to get them both to stay...trying to communicate, pleading with your eyes.

But if they see something they disregard it, Chloe's smiling at you encouragingly.

Okay what had possibly gone on when you were out of it that they think you're safe with Aubrey Posen of all people. What had she done or said to convince them.

Okay you admit, Aubrey looked and sounded mightily convincing, seconds pass hearing her continue to sob into her hands, seeing her shoulders shaking. You immediately feel bad thinking the worse of her. Of course Aubrey had feelings, and could experience emotions other than anger.

"Hey Aubrey..." you begin to say, willing to giver her a second chance, willing to hear her out.

"Aubrey..." you prod,

She looks up from her hands, and you are filled with cold dread seeing that there weren't any tears..."Are they gone?" she says smiling,

"What do you want?" you ask cautiously, looking around for anything to fight her off with.

"I meant what I said I came to say sorry." she says gravely, her eyes flash with something, you don't what it is and it's scaring you.

"Yeah I can totally feel the remorse..." and she rolls her eyes before laughing, shit you were right, Aubrey's going to kill you and make it look like an accident. All you can do now is keep her talking, keep her distracted and hopefully the others will be back soon to check on you.

"Okay I admit-I was being a total..." she trails off looking for an apt enough word, you can think of millions to describe her-

"crazed, violent witch?" you supply, those being the less colorful terms you thought of.

"Yes, I let my anger, my emotion take over me and I've apologized but Beca you are just so irritating-you've made everything so much harder on yourself..."

You frown in confusion, temporarily forgetting that you were scared. What does she mean?

"Wow that's your great apology, what where they thinking letting you in here-you're making my head ache worse-r"

"No such thing, as worser, say much worse-anyway I'm trying to tell you that i know, about the real-score between you and Jesse."

You feel your heart thud with dread for a much different reason, but you try to laugh it off, "You sure it wasn't you who smacked her head on the side of the pool? You are making zero-sense."

"Don't play dumb-Jesse told me everything. And you better start explaining unless you want Chloe to know everything as well."

Your face betrays alarm before the anger settles in at being threatened,

"You aren't going to tell Chloe a god damn thing about me and Jesse not really being together," you warn, daring to raise your voice.

Her smile grows even wider, you don't know what's going on in her mind...but No way will you let her play you.

"You heard me Aubrey...It's my secret to tell. I'll be the one to tell Chloe the truth."

She's still observing you looking mightily smug, "Can you stop looking at me like that!" you finally shout, and you close your eyes at the pain reverbrating through your head.

"Beca, relax...don't strain yourself." she says looking maddeningly concerned. This girl really was crazy. "You're making me all stressed out...you're asking me to explain things but I think you should be the one explaining what you're looking so smug about." you say gritting your teeth.

"Sorry what do you promise to tell Chloe the next chance you get?"

"The truth, that I love her...wait what?" This conversation was going absolutely nowhere...but Aubrey's face still has that eat-shitting grin, like she knows exactly what's she's doing to you and suddenly like a light switch being turned on in your head, you do too.

Wait was she...did she just..lawyer you, that conniving manipulative little-you sputter outraged, trying to get your words out unsuccessfully, sounding a lot like you've short-circuited. That's exactly how you feel, you're brain feels fried. What the eff Aubrey, taking advantage of your already banged up brain.

"So I was right-" she says happily,

"How, Why..." you say feebly

"Don't blame me, you gave yourself away...but seriously Jesse never told me anything, none of you did... but as I started to get over my initial hurt, and annoyance the more I started noticing things as I watched the two of you...you guys obviously aren't a real couple, you act more like squabbling siblings...now thinking about it. I had an inkling, but it only got proved today..."

"What..."

"Anywho I get the reason as to why you lied, with Luke coming in...everything's making sense all of a sudden...Why'd it take me so long to figure it out-Oh, yeah I was blinded by my jealousy." Aubrey's having a conversation with herself at this point, and you close your eyes willing everything away hoping to wake up from this dream.

"Beca...you said you'd be the one to tell Chloe the truth if you had the chance..." Aubrey whispers, before taking your hand meaning to comfort you but it only makes you feel worse.

"Yeah, I did. I'll tell Chloe, alright" You say rather forcefully, realizing that this conversation was really happening, that Aubrey wouldn't just go away, that this was reality, not a dream you could escape from. You still try to block her out, screwing your eyes up.

Aubrey suddenly starts humming then singing the intro to an Abba song

"Take a chance, take a chance take a chance, " she starts quickly, before you hear footsteps of her leaving...okay that was majorly queerballs, no Aubrey's just plain insane...you always suspected it but she just proved you right.

What was she doing singing Take A Chance on Me.

"You wanted to tell me something Beca?" You jump and your eyes fly open almost against your will, hoping to disprove what your brain is telling you... that it isn't Chloe Beale, sitting where Aubrey was just a few seconds ago.

You gulp, as you come face to face with the person you're both wanting and dreading to see right now. You take a deep breath upon meeting her curious probing eyes.

"Chloe..."


Tell me please if this is in anyway confusing to anyone of you..I'd be happy to explain. I feel like I might've messed something up, hopefully not...fingers crossed.