Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or Titanium.

I'm criticized, but all your bullets richochet.

Shoot me down, but I get up.

Titanium – David Guetta

Beca slumped down onto her bed, covering her face with her eyes. She had a rush of feelings jumping up and down and her stomach was doing backflips. Her chest hurt immensely and she was angry that these feelings were still there.

Her door opened and her Asian roommate peered in, pulling two friends inside with her. Beca rolled her eyes; she had been hoping for some privacy, but she obviously wouldn't get it in her own room now. She clambered out of her bed and grabbed her robe, towel, and soaps before heading for the showers.

She entered the public showers, towel in hand. She heard the water going, so she assumed someone else was in another stall. However, it didn't stop her from her usual singing.

"You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say. I'm talking loud, not saying much. I'm criticized, but all you're bullets ricochet. You shoot me down, but I get up. Bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim…"

"Your singing hasn't changed much," Chloe remarked from behind her.

Beca's eyes widened comically as she turned quickly around, covering her body with everything that was in her hands. "Dude!"

"If anything, it's probably gotten better," Chloe continued.

Beca's face flushed a deep shade of red. "What the hell, Chloe? What are you doing here?"

"Nothing you'd like me to do," Chloe remarked, winking.

Beca closed her eyes, shaking her head. "Get out," she demanded, blinking them open again.

Chloe sighed. "I may not like you much, but you have to join the Barden Bellas. That's what I was advertising for yesterday, actually."

Beca inched slightly away. "We can have this conversation outside of the showers when I'm not-"

"I don't want to talk to you outside of the shower."

At this, Chloe turned a bit pink at her own wording. "I mean, I don't want to see you anywhere, so this is the only time I'll get to speak to you."

"Can I at least get dressed? Seriously, I am nude."

"No, because you're going to run away."

"Oh my god, can you at least give me my robe?"

Chloe shrugged. "Sure. If you sing with me."

"Fine f- What?" Beca asked in alarm.

Chloe threw her hands up exasperatedly. "Yes, sing with me. I need to know if you're actually worthy of the Bellas or not."

"Can't you do that at auditions?"

"Aubrey – the girl who stopped our argument yesterday – is the only one who has a say in the songs and I don't think the song she chose will do your voice justice."

Beca rolled her eyes. "What if I don't want to join the Bellas?"

Chloe glared at her. "You will. The Bellas are an honor. We don't need you, but we like to get as many good singers as we can."

"Ugh, fine."

Beca awkwardly shifted around. Clearing her throat, she started again. "I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose…"

Chloe joined in. "Fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire away. Shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium. Shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium."

Beca's eyes flashed quickly to Chloe's body and then looked back up. Luckily, Chloe hadn't seemed to notice. Beca motioned quickly for Chloe to get her robe, to which she complied. She handed the blue robe over to her. "You really have gotten better since… I mean, you were great before, but-"

"Save it," Beca almost growled, wrapping herself in the robe.

She pushed past Chloe and Chloe's bare skin rubbed against her arm, sending tingles up and down her spine. As she raced away, she could hear Chloe yelling, "See you at auditions!"

So, her two spots for privacy weren't really private at all. She got back to her dorm and changed, even though she hadn't actually taken a shower. The crumbled Bellas flyer tumbled out of her bag as she grabbed her clothes and slipped them on. She bent over and picked it up. She had gotten it when Aubrey had stuffed it in her face before the argument started.

She smoothened it out, staring at the pictures and words on it. The auditions were set for next Monday at eleven in the morning, the first day of classes. Luckily (or unluckily), she could make them without missing a class. She set it gingerly on her nightstand and looked over at her phone. Her display read she had a new text message and she opened it to reveal she had gotten the radio station job she had applied for yesterday.

She threw herself back on her bed to nap away the hours until she had to get there. Even though her stomach was growling, as she hadn't eaten anything except for a croissant all day, she figured she could just grab a wrap from somewhere just before her shift started.

She walked in just as the clock struck the hour. She could hear the music playing and her expression turned to a smile. Beca could smile whenever any type of music was playing (except for the terrible pop songs). The man who greeted her, however, turned the smile upside down.

"No freshies in the booth," he said crisply, carrying a crate of CDs out.

She took a step back, muttering, "Sorry."

He shrugged and was about to say something as a raven-haired man stumbled in, speed walking to the pair. "I'm Jesse Swanson," he mumbled, holding his hand out for the blond to shake.

"I'm Luke Benson," he said back, but did not take his hand.

"You're Becky, right?" Luke spoke up again, directing his question to Beca.

"Well, yes, but-"

"Good, let's get you started since Jessica over here was late."

"Jesse, my name is Jesse," the black haired man muttered.

"Right, Jesse and Becky, you'll be stacking CDs. I have one rule here. It's not too much to follow, but no sex on the desk. It isn't good for the legs of it and our last one got stained."

Jesse's face flushed and Beca's held a matching shade. "We won't," Beca promised quickly.

Jesse nodded vigorously. Luke stared at each of them before shaking his head. "Okay, I've got to go. I've got the playlist up, so it'll play while I'm gone. Don't touch anything but the CDs."

Once Luke had left, Beca and Jesse started sorting and stacking. "This sucks, I wanted to play music," Beca remarked, flipping over one of the CDs to see what was on it.

"Well, I just really love stacking CDs. It's my primary goal in life," Jesse said sarcastically.

"Wouldn't be surprised."

Jesse just laughed. "You're a funny one. I like that."

Beca held a hand up. "Please, stop talking. Your weird is affecting my vocal cords."

Jesse frowned. "I swear, I just heard that-"

"Shut up and work."

Jesse ignored her. "So are you one of those mysterious girls with a bunch of layers? And I'll have to dig deeper, pull off those glasses and take out your piercings?"

"I'm gay," Beca blurted out.

Jesse lifted an eyebrow. "Oh."

"Yeah," Beca said awkwardly, continuing her stacking.

Suffice to say, she hadn't exactly made a friend, but she was okay with that.

A week later (Monday)

Her clock hit ten fifty. Beca chewed her bottom lip, unsure if she really wanted to go or not. On one hand, she could go and join the group. While that was more work, she might as well get the most out of her Barden experience. On the other hand, she could hole up and protest this college experience her father had forced upon her.

An image of Chloe smiling flashed through her mind. Beca shivered slightly as she remembered the feel of the skin of her arm brushing against Chloe's bare back.

Really, Beca would've preferred she hated Chloe with all of her being rather than be so confused. Her feelings were seriously clouding her judgment. Sighing, she finally picked up the flier and stalked out the door, heading to the drama stage for auditions.

Thanks for the reviews, guys; eight already is a great number for me. I update quickly because of the awesome feedback and also because I really do love writing this story. I feel inspired right now, so have fun reading!

-PPF