Here we go! Chapter 3 for all my beloved followers and the new readers this story may attract.

Bits of Jesse/Beca friendship in this chapter. Also be aware that at some point I might change the rating to M. I do use some language sometimes and there my be some sexy times as well.

Little shoutouts:

PC31-Said-we-got-a-dirty-one: I'm glad you took your time to review again. This is the fuel that keeps me going!

I know what you mean about the inner monologue. When I thought about writing a Bechloe fanfiction I just had to do it like this. Beca is such a complex character and I feel like this is my way of showing her true feelings and vulnerability. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint you

Summery: Stepmonster 2.0

Beca grew up with her mum after her father left them. She lost contact to him a while ago but now he wants to bond again. Why? Well she has to find out, but why does she have to go to Barden, where he's teaching when she wants to have a go at being a DJane in LA? Bonding, with her father and his new family? Now that is something she doesn't want to do, more so since she knows that her stepsister, or how she prefers to call the unknown girl, stepmonster 2.0 is attending Barden as well.

Pairing: Beca/Chloe and Friendship: Chloe/Aubrey and Jesse/Beca

Disclaimer: If I would own Pitch Perfect, there would be Bechloe!

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Chapter 3: Then and Now

Beca's PoV:

If you had told me half a year ago that I would attend BU, I would have laughed in your face. To top it off, if you had told me I would audition to sing in an all girls a capella group I would have dropped dead from a laughing fit.

Even a month ago I wouldn't have believed that I would willingly go to the auditions, yet here I was, totally unprepared because no one told me that we would sing Kelly Clarkson's 'Since you've been gone', and the tall blonde from the activities fair gives me a look like she would rather kill me than letting me become a part of the Barden Bellas.

When I told my dad that I had made my choice of club he was actually content with my choice. I just don't get why...Maybe he thought I would get my piercings removed. Good thing he doesn't know about my tattoos, he would kill me.

"Hello. I didn't know we had to prepare that song." Could I sound any shyer than I do right now? I even gave a slight wave to Chloe.

She looks happy to see me, at least one of us is happy that I showed up.

"It's OK, just sing what you want."

Maybe I should have just sang 'Since you've been gone'. This is worse, I don't know what to choose. Titanium is not an option since I sang it with Chloe in the shower. Actually, since she sang it with me I can't even listen to Sia anymore and a mash up is impossible without asking Chloe to record it with me. Maybe I can get her to do it when I am a Bella. Now that brings me back to choose a song.

As I look around the room for some inspiration I see a cup with pencils in front of Chloe. There's this cool thing I found on the internet some years ago and I just had to learn it. Since I lack better ideas I think to myself, why not?

"Can I?" I point to the cup and Chloe nods eagerly. She is giving me that face splitting smile again while I sit down on the stage, but the blonde, whose name is still a mistery to me, gives me that annoyed look, yet again.

I start tapping a beat, using my hands and the cup and I see the two girls in front of me giving me a curious look.

I took my ticket for the long way 'round

Two bottles of whiskey for the way

And I sure would like some sweet company

And I'm leaving tomorrow

What da'ya say?

I glance up, noticing that everyone is watching me intently. Even the prude bitch seems surprised.

When I'm gone

When I'm go~ne

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my hair,

You're gonna miss me everywhere

Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

By now I can see Chloe's curious look vanishing and it's replaced by this face that just makes me want to continue for my whole life, but just as I want to end it I see Jesse behind the stage, urging me to continue. Thank god, a face I know.

I took my ticket for the long way 'round

the one with the prettiest view

its got mountains, its got rivers

its got sights to give you shivers

and I'm sure it would be prettier with you.

I glance from Chloe to Jesse while singing it, trying to draw power from the two of them. They seem to be the fuel that drives me on lately.

When I'm gone

When I'm go~ne

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my walk,

You're gonna miss me by my talk

And I know you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

I put the cup down, ending the beat and the song. My audience seems fascinated and I hear Jesse muttering a 'wow'. Well I got my confidence boost so I leave rather quickly.

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As I make my way back to my dorm, still rushed from all the excitement of performing I hear Jesse calling out for me. He jogs so he can catch up with me.

"Becawww, that was amazing. Where did that come from? I didn't even know that you wanted to join an a capella group! Talk to me, girl. I am an badass at listening." He gives me a hugh smile and with all the excitement I have in me I can't even conter with my sarcasm as usually.

"Thanks, just something I picked up through Youtube a while ago. So, I don't think you were auditioning for the High Notes, or should I be concerned, you know, I don't do concerned."

"I do aim for the Trebles, but I wouldn't mind singing for the Bellas as well." He quips.

"Was that your way of telling me that you indeed swing the other way?" This seems to be the first time we actually have a conversation with me participating and I don't mind. Maybe there could really be this friends thing between us.

"Aww, Becaww. You know I like girls. There even is this one girl, maybe you know her? She's alternative, brown hair, wears ear spikes. She's pretty tiny..." I stop right away and turn to him harshly.

"Who do you call tiny? I'm not tiny!"

"Who said it was you?" He smiles broadly at me and we share a laugh.

"So, do I stand a chance of a date?"

Shit, I hate this situations.

"I don't know, Jesse. I kind of like you."

"But there is a but in there, isn't it?" He gives me a slightly hurt look but as I nod his smile returns.

"I like you, as a friend. You're just not my type." I say it mostly to make him feel better, what is kind of odd for me. I normally don't care if my statements hurt people, he must have grown on me or something.

"Well then, what is your type?" His happy attitude is back, not quite as strong as before but still back.

That question is one I hadn't expected. I try to think about it, but all I can see is tall, redheaded, blue eyes that make you drown...NO don't go there. A man you like...A MAN you think of as hot...

"Someone like err, Luke?" I don't sound too convincing in my ears but Jesse seems to take it in.

"Yeah, he seems like your type. Older, good body, music lover, tattooed." He takes it with composure. "Well, I still want to go an a date! I need to teach you about movies. You're still interesting enough to befriend you."

I laugh. "You are not so bad yourself, J-man."

We can definitely be friends, that I know now.

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By the time I arrive back in my room the overload of endorphins in my system has subsided. I am kind of anxious as to how much I impressed the blonde. I get the vibe that she is the one making the decisions, a big reason to be worried. What do I do if the Bellas won't accept me? Deaf Jewish DJs? Shit.

I decide to work on my mixes to stop myself from worrying. If you had told me a month ago that I would be so fussed about being accepted into an a capella group I would have killed you for believing I could be such a person.

Right now, badass Beca can't even focus on her mash ups. The worst thing though is that I have this fear of not being accepted not only because of the deal with my father. I just can't stop thinking about Chloe and I fear I have a crush. Maybe not being accepted wouldn't be so bad at all.

Just as I think this I hear my door burst open and I feel some kind of bag being pulled over my head. The last thing I see is a blur of red, and that makes me kind of happy and I am not afraid at all, though I get why they give out rape whistles at Barden. Privacy seems to be a rare thing here.

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End Chapter 3

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