Heya guys ;)

Ooops, there it is...my very first Pitch Perfect fanfiction.

Seriously, it started at our cinemas on the 20th of december and who the hell has time for that at the end of the year? I thought I had, but sadly I didn't. (Retarded Germany, I know)

But I am totally addicted to it! Hell yeah!

It will be mostly from Beca's PoV I guess. I'll let you know when it changes.

Italics will be singing

Summery: Stepmonster 2.0

Beca grew up with her mum after her father left them. She lost contact to him a while ago but now he wants to bond again. Why? Well she has to find out, but why does she have to go to Barden, where he's teaching when she wants to have a go at being a DJane in LA? Bonding, with her father and his new family? Now that is something she doesn't want to do, more so since she knows that her stepsister, or stepmonster 2.0, how she prefers to call the unknown girl, is attending Barden as well.

Pairing: Beca/Chloe and Friendship: Chloe/Aubrey and Jesse/Beca

Disclaimer: If I would own Pitch Perfect, there would be Bechloe!

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Chapter 1: Not going to California

Beca's PoV:

When my dad left, me and my mum were shocked as hell. Actually, I was shocked even more so than her. I've seen lots of divorces, most of my friends parents got divorced. You wanna know why this was different? When two people fall out of love they start fighting, even of the smallest of things. I remember my best friend being over at mines some day. She lived just a couple of houses away and we often hung out and had fun. Normally her parents were great. They would buy us loads of ice cream and chocolate, but that day we could hear them arguing over the whole street.

Shortly after that they got a divorce and my friend moved away with her father, where to I will never know.

I had more of these experiences through my childhood. Lots of screaming, fighting and arguing, but never between my parents. I was kind of proud of that, but maybe it was karma.

The day my dad left was crazy. There was no screaming, no fighting, no nothing. I could have dealt with that, like I said I've seen it enough. It was a Saturday morning and by the time I got up and went to the kitchen my dads bags were packed and stood near the front door. I thought we were going on a trip, but then he saw me, turned around to me and gave me a sad smile.

When he lifted me in his arms and told me that everything will be okay and that I will see him as much as possible my brain went out on me.

The rest of the day is a blur. There are faint images of my mother crying but I don't know if she started crying that they or the following. What I do remember is that she didn't stop crying for months.

My dad called me twice in the first month and I got a call the following three months, but then the calls stopped. He did call on my birthdays and most of the holidays, but we didn't talk at all, just some stupid well wishes...I guess it was around this time that he met Sheila (can't remember the stepmonsters name sry if it's the wrong one) and her daughter.

He started officially dating her about a year after he left us and he even wanted me to get to know them, but I just couldn't. I already hated them, they took MY father! So screw him! It could have been a short timed relationship, but no, they got married two years ago. No party, no guests. Just the two of them, getting married in Vegas. Cliché much? I really wouldn't have gone, even if I'd been invited.

I was impressed when my mom told me in the middle of a non-holiday season that my dad had called. I mean, seriously, after 7 years he starts calling without a birthday?

Mum told me to call him back, but I refused to. Maybe if I had done it I wouldn't have to go to Barden University now. My mum and my dad ganged up on me, how this was possible after they ignored each others presence for that long, I really don't know.

My mom was always so supportive of me, well that's a lie. She was always good to me, but she never wanted me to fall in love with music. She was in love with music before she met my dad and it never worked out for her. After she got over my dad she always made fun of it, telling me he couldn't really break her heart cause music broke it before he could.

I know that she always means well by telling me not to rely only on my dream of becoming a DJane but I am kind of a dreamer in that way. She is great and she only wants the best for me and even if I am mad at her now, I love her too much to not forgive her. The most annoying part of going to University is that it is BARDEN, after all.

I don't want to rebind with my father and I have absolutely no interest in a stepmother and a stepsister. I bet they are ugly as hell...

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Today is the day I move to Barden, yay I am so excited. Yes, I am a sarcastic bitch, live with it.

I took a taxi, mostly to annoy my father, but it was kinda nice to ignore the reality for the ride.

A boy in the back of a car is already flirting to me, playing air guitar. Dude, what have I gotten myself into- no wait, my father got me into this...

I'm only half listening to the annoyingly happy girl that talks about rape as if it was something cheerful.

"Only use it when it's really happening!" said girl quirks.

I stick it into my mouth and I haven't felt the urge to disobey this much in a long time. The place is full of people, well mostly students and some parents and I wish myself into a quieter place. Kind of funny actually, I wanna be a DJ that rocks clubs full of people but I can't stand close proximity.

As I arrive in front of what I guess is my dorm some girl walks right into me, making me fall on my ass. She seems sorry but I can't understand a word she says, maybe she's from France or Spain. She wants to help me up, offering me a hand, but I refuse to take it. I meant it when I said no close proximity, that means no touching and such and if I could help it I would change every handshake into a wave.

I finally arrive in my room and, surprise, my roommate is already there. Kimmy Jin, she looks like the name sounds and after my encounter outside I'm not so sure she speaks English, which she does, fluently. Even though she ignores me for the better part, well, I can live with that. At least there was no touching, score!

My dad comes by shortly after that and that gives me the opportunity to annoy him some more. I think he doesn't like the names I have for his new wife and daughter, but hey I got to say stepmonster and stepmonster 2.0 in one sentence!

"You will like them, Beca, give them a chance." he has this hugh optimistic view of life.

"I don't even want to find out if I could like them, dad." I lay my focus on the dad and yes, he gets annoyed even more.

"You will come to a family dinner, if you want or not." Seems like he has a backbone, stepmonster hasn't gnawed it off yet, impressive.

I use my chance to flee my own room with Kimmy Jin and head over to the activities fair. At least here are no teachers and no parents, save to say I can chill a bit now.

While I look around I actually notice a booth for DJs, but as I come closer I can read that they are Jewish and deaf, great combination.

The next thing I know is a funny blonde girl next to me, not getting at all what deaf or jewish means. How does someone like that get the right to go to a U? I make my escape while she flirts (?) with two of the deaf jews. Funny and creepy this day so far.

Just as I thought that my day was doomed to suck completely a redhead catches my eyes. She has this kind of intriguing blue eyes that make you think that you are drowning in a beautiful, deep blue sea. I am stunned, so stunned that the bits of conversation I pick up are hard for my brain to put together. This has never happened to me before.

They want to win me for their a capella group, she and the taller blonde beside her. The blonde doesn't seem to like me, like instantly. She seems the polar opposite to the redhead. Uptight and a bit prude. I like this kind of people, they are fun to play with. From the conversation we have I get that she has a stick pretty high up her ass. She gets annoyed when I tell her my opinion on a capella. Obviously it's not the music part, I love music, but as the redhead pointed out, it comes only from the mouth. Music is so much more, the beat, the bass, the harmony it creates with the melody and the lyrics. That is music. A capella seems to be a thing at the moment, as the uptight blonde says, there are even four a capella groups at BU. Competition much?

"Sorry, I can't even sing." It's a lie, but they'll never find out...

Beautiful eyes seems a bit sad to hear that but there is just no way on earth that I will degrade my music like that.

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End chapter one

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