Author's Note: So, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, or basically any kind of creative writing since my high school days. I just love Bechloe too much to passively sit and read anymore. This is loosely based on my own life, and is an alternate universe in which Chloe was a member of the High Notes, rather than the Bellas. If anyone actually reads this, I love you. And please leave comments with any suggestions, constructive criticism, or appreciation (if any).

To give you an idea of where this story is going, as it is not really canon, I will tell you that what I have in mind is just a couple opening chapters where Chloe, Beca, and the gang are still at Barden. The rest of the story will take place much later, once the characters have been out of college for a while and are establishing their lives in their respective occupations.

From my short time on this site, it seems that OCs are not everyone's favorite, but as a new author, I feel I need to expand the universe to try and make this a little easier on myself. Again, please hit me up with comments, suggestions, and thoughts. It would be really cool to hear what people think about this new venture in my life.

With all that being said; here we go!

Chloe sits with her legs dangling over the side of the empty pool, waiting for the other acapella groups to arrive for their annual ad-lib competition.

"Wanna hit this?" Chloe turns her head to look at the captain of this year's High Notes, Tyler Gump, crookedly holding up his left hand. The herbal scent of the joint invades her nostrils and even from the mere scent, and a sense of calm and even-headedness immediately overcomes her.

"Is that even a question?" Chloe grabs the lit joint from Tyler and brings it to her lips. It's her last year at Barden, and her third year as a High Note, and Chloe still couldn't roll a perfectly cone-shaped joint like her best friend could.

Tyler had willingly tried to teach Chloe whenever she asked him how he accomplished it, but Chloe just couldn't manage to recreate Tyler's perfectly conical joints. Eventually she had given up and just purchased a rolling machine from the smoke shop located just outside Barden's campus.

Just as Chloe inhaled for a second time, she saw out of the corner of her eye that the other acapella groups had started filing into the otherwise deserted pool. After passing the joint to her left to the High Notes' newest star-child, Jessica, Chloe returned her gaze to the incoming aca-people.

In traipsed the BU Harmonics; clad in their signature sweaters tied pretentiously over top of their polos. Next followed the Treblemakers. The High Notes took no part in inter-acapella drama; they generally had more relaxing things on their minds. But even they were aware of the feud that had been brewing amongst the Treblemakers and the group that followed not long after.

The Barden Bellas had always been known throughout Barden's campus to be a no-nonsense, tightly wound institution that did not tolerate any funny business in their group. After their member's infamous fuck-up at last year's national competition, Chloe was almost curious to see what this year's Bellas had in store. But truly, she didn't really care about the competition of acapella. What she loved about it was the music. And that's why she joined the High Notes.

It came as a shock to most that the redhead enjoyed more than her occasional indulgence in marijuana. Chloe knew that her outside appearance projected a girl-next-door innocence, and she used that to her advantage. She managed to maintain a respectable GPA and reputation during her time at Barden, but what most didn't know is that Chloe had been smoking pot regularly since her senior year in high school.

When the Barden Bellas entered the vacant pool, Chloe was genuinely surprised at the group that followed their blonde ringleader. This was nothing like the Bellas that Chloe had seen at previous years' Riff Offs. Chloe picked out an African-American with a hairstyle rarely seen in Georgia. Half of the girl's head was shaved, and the remaining hair was dyed a shocking pink.

The girl that followed next was a tall brunette who, admittedly, resembled most of the Bellas that Chloe had grown to recognize. Even from her distance at the edge of the pool, Chloe could see the girl's voracious expression as her face swept the pool from side to side. One could easily describe the attitude as predatory.

Next came a heavy-set blonde who walked forward with a confidence that Chloe could only envy. She saw the blonde girl turn to speak with someone behind her that Chloe couldn't quite make out from her current position.

"You're up, Firecracker." Chloe turned back to Tyler and knew that her shaggy-haired friend was asking her to return to the smoking ring. She inhaled from the joint that her friend had offered, and was caught up in the conversation that her friends had been engaged in.

"That's why George Martin is such a dick! He knows which characters his fans love and he fucks with them on purpose," Chloe said to those High Notes that were still talking even after the Riff Off had begun.

She vaguely registered Jessica hopping down from the edge of the pool to try and participate in the competition.

It must have been love, but it's over right now. Chloe could only hear playful "Boo's" as Jessica returned to the rest of the High Notes.

"Whatever, it was fun to give it a go," Jessica said as she crouched down and once again flung her legs over the edge of the pool to watch the rest of the competition.

Chloe returned to the intense discussion that was still occurring amongst the High Notes.

"I know that the show just premiered, but at the rate George Martin writes, the show is going to catch up with the books in no time" exclaimed one of Chloe's fellow freshman.

"I know that too, but George Martin has been writing this series since the '90s. He knows his fan base, and he wouldn't just let some show ruin his entire –" Chloe's voice cut off as soon as she heard a sound that she could only compare to an angelic chorus.

It's going down fade to Blackstreet

The homies got RB, collab creations

Bump like acne, No doubt

I put it down never slouch

As long as my credit can vouch

A dog couldn't catch me straight up

Tell me who can stop with Dre makin' moves

Attracting honeys like a magnet

Giving them eargasms with my mellow accent

Still moving this flavor

With the homeys Blackstreet and Teddy

The original rump shakers

Shorty get down, good Lord

Baby got 'em open all over town

Strictly biz, she don't play around

Cover much grounds

Got game by the pound

Gettin paid is her forte

Each and every day true player way

I can't get her outta my mind

(Well)

I think about the girl all the time

(Well, well)

But upon whipping her head towards the source of the sound, Chloe realized that an angelic choir would most likely not be singing No Diggity. No, this was no angelic choir. Well...not a choir at least; just one angel. Even with the calming sensation that the marijuana had instilled in Chloe was no match for the jolt in her heart rate that resulted from the new girl's rap. Chloe's thoughts of Game of Thrones fled to the farthest corners of her mind as she joined the rest of the pool in singing the chorus of the song that the new, mystery Bella had started to lead.

I like the way you work it

(No diggity)

I got to bag it up

I like the way you work it

(No diggity)

I got to bag it up

(Bag it up girl)

I like the way you work it

(No diggity)

I got to bag it up

(Bag it up)

I like the way you work it

(No diggity)

I got to bag it up

WE OUT!

Only a few bars of one song, and her life had been changed forever, even if unbeknownst to Chloe herself.