Chloe Beale Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

She stood in front of the camera, elegantly presenting her work. “I’m Carina Morrison, founder of Astraeus… Our debut show will be at the Beverly Hilton. It’s going to be a show that redefines tradition…” My hands were shaking. I fumbled for my phone and dialed Lorenzo. “Lorenzo, turn on the TV!” “What?” “Now! The fashion channel!” A few minutes later, Lorenzo’s shout came through the phone. “Chloe! That’s my Chloe!” Chloe appeared on screen, too. She was in a black power suit, looking like a CEO.

I thought. Chloe looked stunning in her pink backless dress paired with red high heels. Probably taller than mine by inches. I am quite an inch taller than her without wearing heels. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back as she clung to Crow’s arm while carrying a small gold-branded pouch with the other hand. They looked perfect together. Matt greeted them, and soon everyone returned to whatever they had been doing. “They look so good together,” Mitch sighed dreamily. “I’m going to the restroom,” I told the girls, trying to ignore the sting in my chest.

“No wonder she’s here. Even if she can’t act, she’s already high-profile. They might pick her just for her popularity.” Isabelle’s lips curved faintly, but she stayed quiet. Soon Chloe’s number was called. She swept into the audition room, her manager following obediently. Minutes later, she emerged, her chin tilted high and her expression brimming with confidence. Her manager leaned close to ask something, and Chloe’s laugh rang out deliberately loud as they passed by Isabelle’s row. “Looks like we won’t have to wait long,” Chloe said, her voice laced with triumph. “He was satisfied already.”

be interested in me after what happened today? “Chloe, come and have dinner.” I heard Mary’s loud voice from downstairs which distracted me from overthinking any further. “Coming, Mary.” I called out and stood up from my bed to head downstairs. The next day when I reached school with my friends, I could see people staring at me and some even laughing and whispering among themselves. It wasn’t even that bad to think about. These people have nothing interesting enough to gossip I guess. “Ugh! Get over it already.” I yelled loud enough for everyone to hear as I walked inside. “Don’t mind them, Chloe.” Jenny rubbed my arm in a comforting manner and I noticed Tyler White, standing in front of hi

“…it’s okay.” “It’s more than okay.” Chloe then moved behind her, gathering her hair. “Sit.” Layla obeyed. Chloe worked quickly, styling her hair neatly, not too fancy, just enough to frame her face. Then— Chloe applied light makeup on her. Layla watched herself in the mirror. “…isn’t this too much?” Chloe scoffed. “Too much?” She leaned closer. “You’re going to meet Elias Thorne.” Layla rolled her eyes.

Chloe leaned against the partition, her cheerleading backpack slung over one shoulder, ballet warm‑ups already zipped half‑way down. She nodded at the venue entrance, then back at me, tone sweet but edged like broken ribbon. “Word’s spreading fast about your ‘bodyguard’ — Miles hovering at every door, carrying your bags, looking ready to fight anyone who breathes too loud. Judges notice that kind of distraction, you know. They’re scoring the performance, not the entourage.” Before I could reply, her phone buzzed loud against her hip. She glanced at the screen, swore under her breath, and waved a dismissive hand.

Leo said smoothly, completely unbothered. The heavy oak doors clicked open, and Chloe marched into the room. She was the perfect picture of campus elite, wearing a tailored houndstooth trench coat, her dark hair pulled back into a flawless ponytail. But her expression wasn't celebratory. Her eyes darted instantly between Leo’s relaxed posture and Gia’s flushed cheeks, her brow knitting into a sharp, calculating line.

Her expression turned terrified, and her voice trembled as she shouted, "Don't push me--Lena, what are you doing--don't push me!" She fell backward. I stood where I was. I didn't reach out. I didn't touch her. And unlike in my last life, I didn't try to grab her. I didn't even move a finger. Chloe's body was already leaning backward. Her expression shifted from fear to triumph. Because she thought she was about to hang suspended in midair. The comments would explode. She would go viral. The rope snapped tight. Then-- A crisp crack sounded. Like a dry branch breaking.

She shook her head to make those thoughts go away and said: "I know exactly where I belong, Mr. Bailey." That statement had two meanings. If he was clever, he would understand that. Chloe lifted her chin and straightened her pose to show that she was convinced before she added: "I'm here just to let you know that I'm available to work and I don't need help to execute my duties." Mr. Bailey made his way towards her. He removed the hair from her neck and with the other hand he held her hip. Chloe held her breath when Mr Bailey spoke in her ear softly:

“Evelyn! There you are!” Julian bypassed a group of minor tech billionaires and hurried down the stairs. At twenty-three, he was undeniably handsome in a conventional, boyish way. He had golden-blonde hair, a perfectly symmetrical smile, and the easy, unearned confidence of a young man who had never been told 'no' in his entire life. Behind him, hovering like a delicate shadow, was Chloe. She wore a soft cream gown, her eyes wide and innocent, playing the role of the devoted, self-sacrificing best friend perfectly.