A/N: Quick one-shot to get me back into writing. I know a few of you are waiting/hoping for an update on Beale's birthday and i'm trying to get back into the feel of writing to do that. Sorry for the wait. Anyway feel free to send me prompts or whatever through this or my AO3 account to help me get back into writing. As always, disclaimer: I own nothing.


The minute hand on Beca's watched seemed to move slower and slower as it progressed towards the hour. Her economics lecture seemed to drag in and the brunettes leg was bouncing restlessly under the table.

The DJ was in her second year at Barden and was toying with which degree to settle in so she had varied her classes in the hopes of finding something she liked. The younger Mitchell was determined to make a good go at the whole college thing if she was going to stick around.

Between leading the Bella's and heading up the station since Luke graduated the brunette had gotten more recognition in the music business. Several Atlanta clubs had heard her mixes on WBUJ and often asked her to do sets at their events, she was already fully booked for Spring Break and had worked non-stop on new mixes.

Needless to say Beca had been a little lax on her coursework this semester as her mind seemed to constantly wander. Economics was just not her forte.

Who cares about elasticity?, the brunette thought.

"All right class before we finish up this week, I'd like to introduce a new student teacher who will be around to offer help and study sessions on your Case Study due next week," Professor Sanders announced, interrupting Beca's internal mutterings.

C'mon, where is this dweeb so I can get going!

The door at the back of the lecture theatre opened and Beca paid no mind as a red-head around her age strolled in.

"Class this is Miss Beale, our new student teacher please show her the same respect you afford me, dismissed." Sanders said with a dismissive wave of his hand turning towards the new TA.

For all of Beca's groaning and muttering about wanting to leave the brunette was frozen in her seat when everyone began filling out the lecture hall.

Fuck.

The teaching assistant turned and sauntered towards the DJ a smirk plastered on her face, "Close your mouth you'll catch flies."

Beca's jaw snapped shut as her eyes took in the charcoal pencil skirt and matching blazer that hugged the red heads figure. Fuck.

"Chloe... Hey," the brunette croaked once she managed to drag her eyes from the other girls form.

"That's Miss Beale, Miss Mitchell," the red-head shot back playfully.