Safe

AN: I've never wrote Mitchsen before, so let's see how this goes.

Safe

At first Chloe Beale thought they hated each other. It wasn't an outlandish assumption; Aubrey called Beca a bitch the first time they laid eyes on each other.

At first.

But then Aubrey kept pointing out people with ear monstrosities, people who wore too much eye liner, and people who had so much ink on their bodies Chloe thought they had to be part squid– just to judge them.

And every time they passed a short brunette, Aubrey would turn around just to look.

Aubrey Posen would find whatever reason she could to bring up the small stranger. "How could anyone find a capella lame?" She had said one day at lunch. It wasn't the first time, either. Aubrey had asked that question at least twenty-five times in the past month.

It was getting under Chloe's skin more than Tom did when he was watching baseball. If you had seen Tom watch baseball, you would know why this was such a big deal. " OH COME ON! YOU'RE FUCKING BLIND. HE WAS SAFE!" It was scary, very scary.

Chloe moved her peas around on her plate to avoid sounding irritated, because Aubrey's obsession with a stranger had gotten way out of hand. "Some people just aren't into acapella, Aubrey."

"How is that possible?"

Ughhhhhhhh. Chloe's head hit the table with a bang.

She had to do something about this. Desperate times called for desperate measures. If she was ever going to be able to talk to her friend about anything other than some goth girl, she would have to do something drastic.

And she did.

She invaded the girl's shower naked and forced her to audition for the Bellas. Because Chloe was hardcore. Everything she did, she gave 200 percent, and she needed to get someone who hated acapella to join an a capella group.

Tom helped as well. He told her she had a lovely voice.

To say the girl was freaked out would be an understatement, but Chloe's outrageous plan was so crazy it worked.

Aubrey would thank her later.
–x
But Aubrey didn't. She got possessive. She got jealous.

Of Luke.

Of that Treble Jesse.

Even of Chloe.

Everyone saw it. It was problematic to the group, and it was tearing them apart. They needed to change their style to actually fit the group, or the Bellas were hopeless. But Aubrey became so uptight and so jealous that trying to reason with her became impossible.

Chloe knew Aubrey better than she knew herself, and she knew when the blonde was attracted to someone. She could see it easily after being around her for years.

It was in the way she moved around people, being very conscious of her body, as if she was having a photo taken of her. Chloe called it The Aubrey Posin' because it was like she was posing for a picture.

Aubrey was so tense in rehearsals, Chloe had to show the Bellas how to do choreography, and that had been Aubrey's strong suit since they were sophomores.

Chloe could see Aubrey was attracted to Beca, maybe even a little in love with her.
–x
And Aubrey would never admit it because she was in denial. Posens believed that love was weak and never to be spoken of, because love would doom you to failure. Failure was not in a Posen's vocabulary. Their motto was, "If at first you don't succeed, pack your bags," and boy, did they live by that motto.