Do you want the p.o.v to stick with one person or does everyone like the variation? I'm not certain on which way would benefit the remainder of the fic. What do you guys think?

So I'm not so sure what to name this chapter, but I obviously figured something out since you're reading chapter 2. Hope you all enjoy!


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Beca's P.o.v -
I finally discover where Chloe scurried of to; it was actually one of the scarce hidden areas around the school. It's funny; I go there when I need "Beca time." It's near the courtyard where the riff-offs commence, but it's secluded. The good thing about this spot is that hardly anyone knows about its existence. It makes it special, since there isn't an aca-overload of people coming here. Aubrey really has rubbed off on me. Before I met her, you wouldn't catch me saying anything a cappella related or being freakin' girly. It was all about me and my music; making mixes and mix tapes. I love both now. Anyways, I better be careful not to scare Chloe with my presence. Although, seeing her have a mini heart attack would be pretty adorable.

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"Hey there," I discreetly murmured, trying not to startle her with my newfound presence.

"Eeeep! Who is it? Please, umm..Don't hurt me! I...I didn't know this was your hideout. I'll leave now..."

"Ahahaha, you're too precious! I'm not gonna hurt you and you don't have to leave. I advise you to stay. It's such a nice little hideout." Beca was laughing so carelessly at Chloe. It was as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Umm, don't laugh at me. Who knows who could have snuck up and kidnapped me...you, you scared me half to death." She was seriously flushing, because even when she gets frightened, her cheeks flush.

"I don't usually comment about anyone's appearance, but I can't resist. Your eyes; they're amazingly blue. Your eyes pierce right through my soul. I don't care how cheesy it sounds. I love them. And you're a ginger, which isn't common. Uniqueness is always a positive and trust me, I'm not a glitter, rainbows, puppies type of chick. I'm not even this talkative, ever!"

If Chloe wasn't blushing before, it was now more predominant than ever. Beca's ramble was kind of cute though. Oh no, why would I say that? That's just weird. At least I didn't say that out loud...

"Wow well, that's uh, very nice of you to, um, say. Even though I hardly know you." Chloe started to fidget while twiddling her thumbs, but not out of boredom, out of nervousness.

Beca nodded in response and saw how uncomfortable Chloe was becoming. Her cheeks were painted a deep shade of pink that Beca found absolutely adorable. I think I'll tease her a bit more. I love girls who are shyer than me.

"Sure, anytime babe." Beca flirtatiously winked and smirked at Chloe. I wonder what she'll do now?Beca thought, laughing at her own playful behavior.

"I, you. Don't say that, please. It's embarrassing and winking is bad, so bad. Why would you wink at me?" She squeaked out.

All Beca could do was smugly grin at Chloe. "God, you're cute. Winking is bad? I mean, who says that? Seriously, I winked at you because I wanted to get a reaction out of you. It obviously worked. Look, no need to be embarrassed either. Do you flirt with anyone? It sure doesn't seem like it, but its okay, I'm all you need."
Maybe I took joking around with her a little too far. I'm gonna give the poor girl a heart attack. She still needs to join the Bellas! I completely forgot! Curse those blue eyes, that fiery red hair and her baby face...

"Wha...? Me, cute? Oh, umm, sorry. I just don't see what good could come from winking. You're purposely trying to provoke me and do I look like the type of girl who flirts with anyone and everyone? I think not. And really, that's just embarrassing, don't say stuff like I'm all you need," Chloe said while heat rose to her cheeks again and a pout formed on her lips.

Beca was amused by the ginger. "Actually, you're extremely cute and I adore teasing girls who get flustered easily, it's a fun job," Beca joked. "You're right though, you seem more like the girl next door, except more reserved and a lot cuter. I'm sorry about the all you need part, I just couldn't resist making your cheeks obtain that pink tinge. Plus, I haven't heard you talk this much until now! Babbling suits your personality, I'd like to hear it more often." Oh, and that pout made you even more endearing, Beca decided as an afterthought.

Chloe threw up her hands in defeat. "I'm going to leave now, please don't follow me," she simply stated.

Beca didn't desire to drive the shy girl away; she just couldn't help her teasing nature. "Awww, Chloe I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Can we at least be friends?" Beca questioned with a pout of her own.

Chloe looked hesitant, but still responded. "Um... You didn't hurt my feelings. W-wait, how do you know my name?!"

"Well I'm glad I didn't hurt your feelings. Right...your name. Well, you left your journal or diary. Whatever it is, when you dashed off. I just peeked inside to see what your name is, I swear!"

Chloe's face now wore a scowl. "Give me back my journal! You didn't have permission to see inside. I don't care if my journal held the whereabouts to all the freakin' wonders of the world! It's my private journal!"

Beca tried not to laugh at the situation, but a furious Chloe was just too damn funny. "Hahaha! I apologize for finding your little outburst entertaining and is it bad that I don't think I could probably ever be mad at you?"

"Can I just have my journal back? I don't understand why that was so funny...but whatever. Since you could never get angry at me, may I, um leave?"

Beca unzipped her backpack and pulled out a Cerulean blue journal and handed it to Chloe. "Here, I'm sorry for looking into your journal, so can we call a truce? I do have one more question to ask you before you go."

"Oh, uhh, thanks," Chloe sheepishly replied and sighed. "I'm not one to carry on a fight, so I guess we can call a truce."

"No prob and I am happy to hear we can call a truce. You never answered my question; is there any way we could be friends?" Beca inquired with a sly smile.

"Okay, f-fine. We can be friends, alright?" She wants to get a rise out me, doesn't she?

"Good. I think we'll be fast friends." Beca walked towards Chloe and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She felt her tense up.

"Whoa, I said friends, Beca. It's not necessary for you to do that." Chloe was beyond nervous at this point.

"But that's what friends do. They help one another. There was some hair in your face, so I just moved it behind your ear, okay?"

"Uhh, sure. Let's go with that." She played it off as if she didn't care, but she just wanted to move on from this conversation.

"Yes, let's. Anyways, would you possibly consider joining the Barden Bellas? I know I asked you before, but you ran away. So will you?" Beca wanted her on the team so badly, she didn't know why exactly, but she did.

"Uhhh." Chloe bit her lip. "I can't help you. I have a major case of stage fright and I hate being the center of attention... I'm really really sorry; I have to get to my class. Bye Beca."

Beca gave Chloe a heartwarming smile that was out of character for her. "You see, we have more in common than you think, 'cause I was the same way. I used to be terrified of having people watch me. I'm pretty comfortable and I have the Bellas to thank for it. I think it could seriously benefit you to attend auditions. I'll even let you sing whatever song you wish to, even if Aubrey chews me out for it!"

Chloe smiled for the first time since they had started talking. "Okay, I'll give you an answer soon. Talk to you later." She gave a little wave.

"Bye Chloe. Make good choices, like saying yes to a cappella, ya know." She winked while saying this.

What's with her and winking? Either way, she felt a blush coming on. "I get the point. Don't pester me or I won't try out," Chloe playfully threatened.

"Okay, Miss I-can-take-a-joke-all-of-a-sudden," Beca teased back. "Get to class before you're late freshie."

"Cya." She stuck her tongue out at Beca as they parted ways.

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Chloe's P.o.v -
So maybe Beca isn't so bad after all. I guess my nerves got the best of me when she first approached me. She was so flirting with me, though. I didn't have a clue how to respond to her and I must have blushed nearly a trillion times. Well, I hope my classes are nice enough and I get a sweet roommate.

I had barely left the "secret hideout." I turned the corner, only to collide with a pretty and tall blonde. And boy, did she look mad.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Please forgive me," I pleaded. The last thing I wanted was to tick anyone off on my first day.

"You better be sorry. Watch where you're going from now on. Got it?" The blonde spat out venomously.

I gulped and tried to swallow a lump forming in my throat. "Uh, umm...o-okay." I felt like I was two feet tall at this point.

The blonde then proceeded to glare at me with a smirk attached. "You're the ginger Beca was raving about. She won't shut up about you. At least she got the cute part right.."

Great... I'm blushing again, aren't I? I wish I didn't get embarrassed so easily!

"Uhhh, thanks I guess?" I drew a blank on how to respond to her. Why was everyone calling me cute anyways?

"Oh, your toner is showing. You're blushing like crazy too," she stated.

"What is a toner? And I know, blushing is like a habit for me, unfortunately."

"Aca-scuse me? You don't know what a toner is? It's a musical boner. You like Beca, don't you?"

"What?! Like a, a girl? No, no...I just met her today and she wants me to join the Bellas."

She scoffed. "Sure, you don't like her, let's go with that for now, and you can't join the Bellas without aca-ditioning, just so you know."

"I really, um, don't like her in more than a friendly way, seriously. I know, I still haven't decided if I'm going to ultimately join..." I nervously spouted.

"Fine, you don't like her, supposedly. You don't just join the Bellas. It's a privilege and honor if we want you. Remember that!"

"Right, since I'm completely terrified of you, I don't think I'll forget that, ever. Out of complete politeness, what's your name?"

"Yes, little freshmen should be scared of me. I am Aubrey Posen. I'm a senior at Barden College and a cappella is my life."

"Nice to meet you, Aubrey. I'm Chloe Beale and obviously I'm a freshman."

"You pretty much don't have a choice in being a Bella. I hope you know that, Chloe."

"Why's that?" I nervously questioned.

She gave a stern look in my direction before answering, which was kind of unnerving. I mean, I was already nervous enough.

"No one turns down a spot on the Bellas, if they happen to make it. I repeat, no one. Oh, and by the way, I arranged for you to stay in the same dorm room with Beca and me. That way you can get real comfortable with your superiors. Anyhow, see you after classes," Aubrey added a bit too sweetly as she stalked off with confidence and a know-it-all grin.

Super, what am I going to do now?