So, seriously guys, I've been working on the original chapter 8 for weeks! It should have been a pre-Riff Off Chapter with lots of music in it but I still don't feel like posting it. Wouldn't have thought that it is that hard to write something like that so I am super amazed by all the good Riff Offs out there! I promise my best to update soon, so here we have a Chloe interlude. I planned on it to be posted after the Riff Off but I wanted to give you something.

Little shout outs:

ChocolatoosePiqO (ChocolatMoosePi?): Couldn't have let Chloe attend it right away, you wouldn't have done it either! There, a whole Chloe chapter for you!

Amuria21: Yeah, it wouldn't be as funny to write and hopefully for you to read if I didn't use the movie elements like that.

Ukkepulk: They really should have looked into it, I mean it sounds totally different. At least in the German synchro it was correct ;)

SuperGirl06: I am as well, I only have a light sketch atm. So I am open to new ideas.

RainbowUnicornsR-MyLife: I'm thrilled you liked Chloe's last chapter enough to give it its own review and I hope you will leave feedback this time as well.

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 8: Becoming Chloe Beale Part 2

Chloe's PoV:

You all know this ridiculous High School movies where you go from an unnoticed beauty to the next it girl, right? Yeah, I loved those movies when I was like, 12.

My life definitely wasn't that kind. I never became head cheerleader or an actual it-girl of our school.

I was a punk then, let's not forget that. Still, Aubrey became quite popular and dragged me along, always, to every damn house party the "famous and rich", how I called them, held.

Me, I got popular under the unpopular High School population. They found it amazing that I was a well known cheerleader and hated them, but I never found a group that I really fitted into, half of the school hated me because I was behaving different and the other half hated me because they wanted to be like me.

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Prom. A night every girl dreams about. Me? Yeah, not really. It wasn't like I wasn't asked out, indeed the last year of High School I found out that a lot of guys really liked my style and I never became attached. I lost my virginity pretty unspectacularly, some boy from college I met at one of the darker house partys I attended. Long-term boyfriend just wasn't my thing, Aubrey was again the total opposite. She dated not more than two guys through the whole High School years, one of them was even her crush in middle school.

I declined every invitation I got and rented 4 movies to watch that night. Aubrey's dad was away on a business meeting so my mum told Bree to come over to our house and we would be sending hert stand it anymore so we off. I think she was happy she could at least send one daughter, yes, at this point Aubrey practically lived with us, cause her dad was mostly away, to the prom.

Mum was even shopping dresses with Aubrey for god sake! She had everything at our house and did a whole beauty day with bathing and doing nails with mum, I tell you it was creepy. At about noon Richard and me couldn' t stand it anymore and left. We had a beautiful afternoon walking around the park and kicking a soccer ball.

I remember it was a hot day and I was dressed in black and green, with my hair put up under a baseball cap and sporting my newest pilot-sunglasses. Probably I looked like a total nut-job but hell I didn't care at all.

So there we were, Richard kicked the ball a bit too far and I had to run after it in the heat of that day. By the time I came back Richard stood there with a woman I didn't recognise and a teenager I knew from somewhere. It was his daughter, I realised it when I stood next to them. She looked quite uncomfortable and Richards ex-wife looked quite shocked.

No one expected to see the other that day, Beca's mum had visited some friends there and they wanted to have ice-cream before they left. Richard wanted to invite them but his daughter grabbed her mums hand and dragged her away, stating that she didn't feel like eating ice-cream anymore.

That day I hated Richards daughter. He was so hurt and just sat there on a bench, crying silently. It was quite a shock, I've never seen him like this before. I wanted to badmouth his daughter but he wouldn't let me. He explained it all to me, again, told me he did wrong and that he wasn't a good enough man to be a father. I just stood up, went over to the ice-cream booth and bought us two of his favourites. By the time I came back to the bench he looked a bit better. I held the two ice-cream cups in front of him and gave him my brightest smile. He always said it's kids choice where to eat and what to eat when we all went out so Aubrey and me got to eat a lot of fast food.

"Today is father-choice day, so choose dad."

I did call him dad before but I think of that day as the day I really got a father, the best I can think of.

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So that is how I met Beca. She had really short hair, I did notice her sweet summer dress with butterflies on it but what gave her away as Richards daughter to me that day I don't know. A good guess, I think. Their smile is just the same but she didn't smile that day. She was gone so fast that I didn't even get introduced.

To think that that is how I met Beca is kind of sad. We could have been like sisters, except that I hated her secretly for being so rude to Richard.

He tried to get her into meeting us, me and my mom, Sheila, but she didn't show any interest.

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I had the best afternoon with Richard ever after our ice-cream. We fooled around and nearly killed each other while playing soccer. That day couldn't have gotten better, that is exactly what I thought when my phone rang.

It was my mum, telling me that Aubrey had locked herself in my room, crying her eyes out because her prick of a boyfriend dumped her, prom night of all dates! A whole year of relationship, thrown away for Aubrey's "friend", head-cheerleader and queen-bee of the school. Reason? Aubrey hadn't slept with him.

She was a wreck. She had planned this day through her whole High School and I think even Middle School. She even wanted to give up her virginity tonight and I was making fun of her the last weeks because that is just so cliché. But she wanted it, the whole cliché and I didn't blame her for it. I mean, not everyone wanted to watch movies and play video games on prom night either.

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By the time we got home Aubrey was still not letting anyone enter, and even I couldn't calm her down enough to open up the door. It was nearing 6 o'clock, she was supposed to be picked up at 7.30h. Her father wanted to video-chat at 7. I begged her to prepare and call someone else to take her but she said that she didn't want to anymore. I offered her to have a movie-ton with me, she could even pick and I wouldn't complain.

I gave up at half past seven and went down to the kitchen. Mom and Richard were sitting there, drinking tea and I poured myself a generous cup, too.

The whole house was silent, thinking about options, sometimes a particular loud sob could be heard. I knew this stage, in half an hour she would be puke-crying. What is that? Well, sessions of puking, only interrupted by loud sobs or a running nose. We all knew what to come I think.

The next time one of the loud sobs could be heard I looked up from my cup and noticed that mum and dad were giving me a look that was creeping through my bones.

They finally had an idea and by now I was willed to do anything to stop the scene upstairs. I didn't even complain when mom dragged me upstairs and pulled out two or three of her fancy dresses that were by now a bit too tight for her. She held them up in front of me and Richard shook his head twice before he and mum settled onto a grey mini-dress that I don't think I ever saw on mom. It had some plaid green applications and I must say, I really liked it-for a dress.

By the time mom was pulling my clothes over my head, Richard ran out of the door and he appeared just as I had put the dress on with what I think is all the heels my mum owned at that time. We sorted through twenty pairs of shoes until we found some green ones that fitted myself and looked good with the dress.

Mum grabbed a little grey handbag and threw it to Richard who stormed off with it, while swiftly applying make-up to my face.

By the time she was finished I didn't recognise myself in the mirror. My hair looked like it was flowing and for once my make-up wasn't dominated by black. I was glad that I knew how to walk on heels from my aunts wedding and the heels weren't too bad, my ass looked great.

I banged again on the door to my own fucking room, telling Aubrey, that if she didn't come out I would call her dad, telling him the story of how we got drunk the last time he was away. After some swearing she finally opened the door. She looked like a thunder struck had just hit her, but when I asked her to go to prom with me the crying started again, only this time it was only two tears of happiness escaping her. She gave me her best Aubrey Posen smile and said that she wasn't looking good enough anymore to take such a beautiful girl like me out.

"That is" I told her lovingly, "why I am taking you out."

Mom shooed me away and said something about helping her other daughter getting ready.

I decided to wait downstairs, like a good date would and looked at the clock, seeing that it was already twenty past 7 and Mr. Posen hadn't called at all. Richard handed me over the packed handbag and I checked that I had everything. I noticed 100$ that I definitely didn't had in my purse before and Richard just smiled and told me to enjoy the evening and call a cab for the way back. He had already ordered one to take us there by that time.

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It was like a movie when Bree came down the stairs of my own home, going extra slow, my mum taking lots of pictures, first of Aubrey, then of me and finally of us together.

The cab had blown his horn the third time and we rushed into it, prepared for the best evening we could get.

We were definitely the attraction of the evening, Aubrey was sporting a short black dress with 2 big orange flowers on it, one on the left side of her ribcage and one on her right hip, her hair pulled up into a beautiful half-bun thingy and bright orange heels to kill for.

Her now ex-boyfriend didn't look amused at all, but all the others were nearly losing their eyes over us. I would have looked the same if I looked into a mirror. We never dressed like that, dress to impress, you know.

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We had so much fun, had pictures taken by the photographer and all. By the time we got home mom and Richard had tidied up my room and when we arrived Aubrey had a look on her face that told me that she had no intention of stopping our date.

That night it was me who got the honor of taking her virginity.

I had kissed girls before on truth and dare or spin the bottle games, I even had kissed Bree before on those, a lot. That evening felt totally different, for me it was the first time with a girl. I knew that I wasn't straight at all but I never gave myself a label, preferring to live it as it plays out.

The kisses felt different, the touches did things to me that I didn't know they were capable of. My room even seemed to be a whole different place. Everything felt new, like I havent slept with Bree in my bed before, well I hadn't, not like that.

After we finished I told her that I never wanted to live the High School dream and yet I did. She only looked at me questionably, so I enlighted her.

"I got to be the underdog, crushing on my pretty and rich neighbour who gave me a new look and introduced me to her world, just like in one of your films, right?"

She turned around, leaning on one elbow and looked deep into my eyes.

"And I am the one pretty bitch, that realised at the end that you were always pretty, not just after seeing your new style."

We shared another kiss and she let herself fall back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling for a moment and then breaking out into a laugh.

"And don't forget you got to fuck the pretty girl."

"Did I just hear fucking Aubrey Posen use the fucking word fuck?" I couldn't believe it, I was laughing so hard.

"So? Only liked me when I was that well educated girl?" She was mocking me now.

"Nope, I think you just got hotter. Ready for round two?"

We had a bashful night, I can tell you. The whole stress of the day long forgotten-it was fun seeing Bree let go like that.

Richard and mum though were by the look they gave us the next morning not that amused. Not because of us getting it on the whole damn night, but because I totally forgot that their room was right beneath mine.

"Just see it as payback for all those times I had to sleep with my iPod in my ears." I said with a laugh and we all had to laugh, even Bree whose face was as red as a tomato.

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End Chapter 8

Hope you liked it and remember, this is a Bechloe fanfiction. This happened after all years before the main story!

Let me know what you think, as always.

(Longest Chapter so far ;) )