With One Note (A Pitch Perfect fanfiction)

Chapter 2-5: Fingers Crossed

A/N. (I don't own most of the characters and certain parts of the plot. Courtesy goes to the creative team behind Pitch Perfect.) Hey guys! Here's another chapter! Leave reviews pleaseee! =) Thanks!

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Chapter 2-5: Fingers Crossed

The night wind brushed harshly against my cheeks as I ran through the woods. My coat wasn’t doing very well in keeping me from shivering. I used my phone to provide me with some light.

“Beca!” I yelled to the endless darkness ahead as I continued to sprint. “Beca, where are you?!” I paused as I tried to catch my breath. I need to find her. In times like this, her mother’s library would be her only place of refuge.

I reached the library after a few minutes. The main door was ajar; Beca must be inside. True enough, I found her in her sitting on the floor by the tall windows, her back against a dusty wall, her costume from tonight’s competition failing to keep her warm, and her breathing growing uneasy. I ran to her and put my coat around her.

“We lost.” Her voice broke.

“We didn’t,” I comforted. “We placed next to the Trebles, but we’re still in for Nationals. Technically, we didn’t lose.”

“I hate myself!” Beca started banging her clenched fists to her forehead. I struggled to calm her down.

“Beca, it wasn’t your fault. Your new mix was amazing and-,”

“It wasn’t amazing enough!”

“Oh, Beca.” She finally sobbed. Tears pooled in her bloodshot eyes. I pulled her into a reassuring embrace, rubbing a hand on her back to calm her. “If you’re worried about Regine, I told you, I’m not going to let her touch you. I’ll talk to Aubrey. She’ll-,”

Beca pulled out of the hug. “Did you see his face earlier?! It was mocking me. It’s happening all over again! That little shit just won’t stop!”

I stood and paced up and down in complete disbelief. “Is that what this is about? Gregory Haull? You’re unbelievable!”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then tell me! Maybe if you talk about it more, I’ll understand!” My tone sounded so challenging as it mirrored my escalating annoyance. Beca just sat there, sniffing.

“After all this time, you were just about kicking Haull’s ass. That’s so fucking immature, Beca! Stop making this all about some high school rivalry! You’re not in high school anymore!”

Beca kicked the nearest vase out of impulse and buried her face into her hands as she continued to cry. “He’ll pay,” she murmured through gritted teeth, “for everything.”

“Beca-,”

“He’ll pay! I’m going to fuck him over! He’ll pay!”

I couldn’t take more of this. So she grew a chip on her shoulder because of Haull… how disappointing. Some parts of me wanted to believe she had grown to like the rest of the girls, and that the stricter training was intended for the overall success of the Bellas. “Beca, stop!” I yelled, and her tired eyes met mine. “I am done with this, do you hear?! So done!” Just like that, I was off walking to the exit. “Come back to me when you’re less insane!”

The Bellas were silenced in their rooms by tonight’s competition. I guess everyone expected we’d place first. Beca’s mix was one hell of a masterpiece; no one knew what had went wrong. On the bright side, our game had not ended yet. We got one more chance to reclaim the throne, although I’m deeply worried about how we’d get there. It was probably a blessing that Regine Posen was out of the country for work reasons, or it’d be a double smack-down on Beca. As soon as that blonde comes back, she’ll do everything in her power to kick Beca out of the group and probably reinstate Aubrey as captain. My best friend and I both knew that Beca Mitchell was the best thing that’s ever happened to the Bellas. Neither she nor I could top the beauty of Beca’s works. This would be the beginning of a downward slope for all of us.