A/N: Yeah, stuff's about to go down.

Anyways, thanks for all the comments and reviews! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Part of "Art of Letting You Go" by Tori Kelly is featured in this chapter. The last parts would be in the next one.

Also, he SO had it coming…

I don't own pitch perfect

Beca sighed.

Her time was rapidly running out.

Last night…

…last night was the most amazing night she's ever had.

Because she felt Chloe kissed her.

She felt Chloe loved her too.

And for once, she thought she was going to be successful in fighting for the redhead's heart.

Only when she woke up she was gone.

Chloe left.

Taking her heart away with her too.

Beca noticed the frame with her most treasured picture was gone only for her to find it again on the kitchen counter. It didn't take time for the DJ to figure out that Chloe saw it.

So why did she run?

Why did she leave?

Beca tried to call her twice, but when Chloe didn't answer, she's figured she made her decision.

She lost.

So Beca did what she knew she had to. Find the strength to fake the smile and do her job properly.

And hope against all hope that she finds her way back home, win her Chloe's heart.

Maybe that's why she found herself taking that red thread taped behind the frame and tying it on her ring finger where it once was.

For luck.

Although the pain in her heart from the noticeable presence of the redhead's absence, from her decision, was pretty much drowning all of her.

Beca found herself at the private space on the second floor of the restaurant where the rehearsal dinner was going to be. She had Flo and Jamie helping her set-up. The three of them bursting into song as it played in the background.

We were just little kids, we were ambiguous
My crush was serious, it's crazy how
As we were growing up, I could just hit you up
But it just wasn't love, I guess the stars
Never aligned for us, life just snuck up on us
You got a boyfriend and stuff, feelings are bottled up
Hide 'em in this song, took the key and locked it up
But when I see you again, no, I can't even pretend

Just as the chorus started Beca saw another familiar redhead enter the scene with Aubrey. "Mrs. Beale." she muttered.

"Oh hello, is this the DJ you hired Aubrey?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry we got here earlier Beca, we wanted to make sure everything's set-up before the guests arrived." Aubrey said.

Beca tried to shift her focus on her job as the guests arrived and Aubrey introduced her to the crowd, saying that it was a little taste of what they were going to expect for the reception the following evening.

It was a tough night. Watching Jesse place her arm around Chloe, kiss her, show her off to his friends.

And Chloe was painfully obvious in her ways of trying to avoid Beca's gaze.

It was the most potent poison.

The most painful way to die.

Because it was most definitely killing her.

All of life draining away.

She was playing a different set of music but she could still definitely only hear one song playing in her head.

Try not to dwell on it, but sometimes I can't help it
So I paint pictures of it
Even when I was always on the road, I was always doing shows
Yeah, my life was never slow, don't you know?
Your love stayed in the back of my head
In a house full of a memories is where I lived
Right when I came home, oh no, there I go
Saw you again and I can't even pretend

Sometime later that evening both Stacie and Aubrey dropped by her booth to check on Beca. The night was wrapping up fast, big day tomorrow after all. Some of Jesse's friends were still with the former Treble in one table, the Bellas were still with Chloe in another, and of course the parents of the lovely bride and the fitting groom.

Beca left Flo and Jamie to get all her things packed, walking out to the patio of the second floor leaning onto the railings. It was the first time that evening where she found herself to be alone after all. It was just her and her thoughts.

Only she wasn't.

Not alone at all.

Beca looked up as she hear the sound of the creaky old door leading out to the patio to see a rather nervous looking Chloe jolting up just as soon as she leaned on the door.

The two of them simply stood there in silence not exactly knowing what to say.

But somehow Beca found the courage to say something. "You kissed me."

"Beca…" Chloe started to say. But Beca stopped her.

Because it was just so unfair.

How she could look incredibly stunning, and beautiful, like an angel, and yet there she was breaking her heart into the tiniest bits and pieces.

With just one mention of her name, with her voice shaking so sad and broken, pleading with her to understand.

"No, you actually wanted more. And I stopped you, and I'm sorry if I think that it meant something, the whole moment last night meant something, but Chloe…"

"But what Beca? I'm never going to be enough. I'm not a part of the world you're living in and… I can't. I can't just hurt Jesse."

Beca was about to give her reply when Mrs. Beale found the two of them outside, "Oh there you are dear." If she were being honest, Beca wasn't sure if she Chloe's mom was talking to Chloe or her she was pertaining to.

And apparently, it was Beca.

"I have been thinking about it for the whole night, because I know I've heard your name before. 'Beca Mitchell' then it hit me! You were that adorable little girl we met at the park ages ago!" she beamed like a proud detective solving the case. Beca nodded sullenly while Chloe shifted uncomfortably from where she stood. "Chloe, who knew we'd find her here right now? You look all grown up. How's your mom?"

Beca cleared her throat a little, "She died years ago." she replied weakly. That much she knew.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear." Mrs. Beale said before looking at Chloe as she was just about to say something about how it was so adorable that the two girls promised to marry each other when they were little.

Because of course both their moms found out about the silly little promise.

But just as Mrs. Beale opened her mouth, she soon regretted it. The words flew right out before it hit her. It was quite painfully obvious that there was something going on with Chloe, and it took her all this time to realize why. "Oh, oh dear." she mumbled.

"I think we're about ready to go. It was lovely seeing you again Mrs. Beale." Beca said before things could get even more uncomfortable between all of them.

Mostly because the brave face she was putting up the whole night was slowly crumbling way.

"Hey Mitchell, where are you going? The night's still young. Come here, I'd like you to meet some of my buddies." Jesse called out pulling Beca back to the center of the room.

Literally.

And Jesse rambled on and on about his work scoring for movies and talking to Beca about how maybe she'd like to help him out on a project.

With the occasional jokes about the ladies and how much Beca could 'score' while Jesse was scoring his own. His voice laced with heavy poison.

As if he heard something he shouldn't have.

Still, the pun didn't go unnoticed as the DJ gritted her teeth, her fists constantly clenching and unclenching, her blood reaching its boiling point.

Because the world truly was unfair if this Jesse gets to marry any version of Chloe.

"Would you quit it Swanson and let Beca go, she's busy and she's got a lot of work to do." Aubrey huffed as she immediately walked towards Beca, this world's Beca or not the blonde had already seen the DJ lose her temper before and she could sense that Beca was about to lose it.

"Oh come on Posen, I was just being friendly with the DJ here." Jesse reasoned.

"What's going on?" Chloe asked as she and her mom re-entered the room. Jesse quickly pulled 'his girl' – or so he claimed – to his side.

"Nothing babe, just telling Beca here that if she helps me with the movie I'm scoring, then maybe she could score some of her own."

"And I was just telling Swanson here to let Beca go home. She's tired and she's got to get ready for tomorrow, you know, your wedding."

"What's the harm here Posen? You know what, I think you're just really pissed because you set DJ 'dawg' here after my girl and failed, I mean come on? That's why you kept trying to set up meetings with them right?"

"You're a pig, you know that Swanson?" Aubrey spewed out.

"I'm just telling the truth here. So Beca, how'd it go? Did you succeed in seducing my girl or did you at least come close? Come on I wouldn't mind…"

"Jesse…" Chloe warned.

"Oh, come on babe, with the way you gushed about Mitchell, I'd totally understand, as long as you know who you-"

Thankfully Jesse didn't get to finish that sentence.

Beca felt cold, anger surprisingly felt cold.

And numb.

That's why she didn't instantly feel the sting from her closed fist as she successfully punched Jesse in the face, sending the former Treble tumbling and crashing down the nearby chairs, his nose broken and bleeding.

"The hell was that for short stuff!?"

"She deserves better than you, you ass." Beca seethed.

"Oh yeah, and who does she deserve, a silly little girl like you! Let her go Mitchell, she's not yours, she's mine. And yeah, I heard, do you honestly think that stupid little promise you made when you were little is going to hold? I win."

If this world's Beca was the one in her own body right now, she would have beaten the said groom into a bloody pulp.

Instead she took a deep breath, eyes locked on Jesse – she couldn't dare look at Chloe at the moment – and steadied herself.

"I love her Swanson. I love her enough to know she's not mine nor yours. I love her enough to know that she deserves better than you… and maybe better than me too..."

"Oh what do you know about love Mitchell?"

"And what do you? She's not your trophy Swanson. She deserves to be loved, because God knows, I have no idea why she's even with you." Beca seethed as she stormed out of the room.

The Bellas and some of Jesse's buddies stood there in shock as the whole scene played out.

Flo and Jamie not entirely sure what to do.

Both Aubrey and Stacie wanted to follow Beca out, in the end Aubrey chose to stay while her wife chased after the DJ.

That was not how the plan was supposed to go.

But perhaps it wasn't too late.

Because even though Beca left as soon as she did, the world didn't stop.

People didn't freeze.

The world kept turning.

And Chloe made her decision.

She made it loud and clear as soon as she slipped of her engagement ring and threw it at Jesse's face, her anger clear as day as she walked out, Aubrey close behind.

Because Beca didn't know that Chloe cried as soon as she stepped back in, leaving her alone with her own mother.

She was too busy being harassed by Jesse by then.

And Beca doesn't know that Mrs. Beale, the wise woman that she was, could see the hurt and longing in her daughter's eyes. So she reminded her one thing.

"Forget about the world and what they think, they're not living your life dear. I can see, you love her, I can see that she loves you too. I don't know how long you've found her, but I do know that all your life you've loved her and chased after her, even when you pretend that that's not the case. So just follow your heart. Whatever you choose to do, your dad and I will be right behind you. Because if you don't, oh Chloe if you don't, you'll only suffer, you'll cease to live, and that is the most tragic thing you can ever do."

And Beca couldn't have possibly known…

…that that was exactly what Chloe decided to do, with only the red thread ring left on her finger.