A/N: So I am obsessed with Pitch Perfect, I've seen it only three times in the theater though. My mom has seen it five times. But I wanted to try my hand at a fanfiction of this because I love to write and I have just had this idea in my head for a week so I had to get it out! Here it is! I hope you enjoy! I own nothing! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!
Keegan's POV
I struggled through the doorway of my dorm room with my overstuffed duffel bag. It was mostly blankets in the bag and a few pairs of clothes. My backpack full of school supplies, a helper followed me with one box full of electronics and knick knacks, also my laptop of the carrier. My roommate had already set up her things on one side, but she was not in the room.
I tossed all my things on my bed, and gently took the laptop from the helper. I thanked him and he gave me a cute smile as he walked out. I gave a sigh as I sat on my bed, exhausted. I unpacked my few items. I had 5 pairs of clothes that I had to modify, a sewing machine, a photo of my grandmother and me before she died, my laptop—of course, a Paramore poster I bought just before I came here, and my brand new pink with black polka dot bedding. Compared to my roommate's side, mine felt barren.
My roommate's side was full of photos of someone who appeared to be her boyfriend, others with girls in flight attendant outfits—costumes?—and posters of musical artists like David Guetta, and there was a poster of movie called Breakfast Club that had pictures of her assumed boyfriend and her around it with their fists raised in the air. She also had also this disc jockey equipment set up around her MAC computer. I smiled because she seemed pretty cool, and I felt like we could get along well.
I looked myself over in the mirror attached to the door. My dirty blonde hair reached to my hips and it was in a braid down my back—I despised my hair, my mother made me grow it out, I had big blue eyes of the ocean, a small button nose, and small thin lips. I was 5'1'', 100 pounds, with a stick like stature—which I also hated, and a heart shaped face. I was the daughter of a dead father and stay at home 10 years remarried mother.
My stepfather was a sexist lawyer and a leader of the Church in my hometown. My mother used to be my best friend, but once her husband started laying down the law in the house, I lost her to him. She was now a stuck up housewife, a crazy devote Christian—don't get me wrong, I'm Christian, but my mom and stepfather took it to a whole other level. We're talking outright hating homosexuals; women are inferior, and "it's okay to smack your wife around" crazy.
I had devoted my high school career to getting straight A's to get a full academic scholarship to a college, to get away from them, and my crazy ex-boyfriend that I couldn't seem to get the message that we were over. Here I was at Barden for a fresh start and to discover myself. I had never been my own person, ever since freshman year I was "Jonah's girl"—that's my crazy ex-boyfriend's name. I guess you could say he was exactly like my stepfather—he was the son of my stepfather's friend from the Church leader's board.
I was abruptly pulled from assessing my life by loud male singing coming from outside. I walked over to the window to see the quad taken over by booths and people. I quickly remember that it was all the school's clubs trying to recruit people for this semester. It peeked my interest and I quickly changed into my navy blue flare skirt that rested on top of my hips. I tucked in my cream camisole into the skirt, put on a fashionably faded jean jacket that stopped just over my B-cups with the sleeves rolled up just past my elbows. I slipped into a brand new pair of cream colored ballet flats with a bow on them. I had just bought this outfit for the first day.
I didn't bother with my hair, it was no use. I touched up my make-up, and grinned.
Hello Keegan Evans 1.5. We're halfway to 2.0, next we'll be there. I was dead set on making my mark here as a new person, with no ghosts from the past bothering me.
I grabbed my room key and headed down the stairs with a new confidence. It had been quite some time since I had shown off my legs and I was exuberant at the thought.
Time to invent a new me.
Beca's POV
"Join the Bellas," I called out, half-heartedly tossing flyers in people's faces.
Not that I really needed to advertise, the Bellas were famous after winning the ICCA's last year. We've had 18 girls sign up already. I was going to have to do a lot of rejecting as captain this year. The only spots we had open were Aubrey and Chloe's because they had graduated. I could have always expanded the group, but I couldn't by much.
The Trebles where doing a number of Usher's "Without You" to advertise. Jesse had 5 spots to fill, but I knew it wouldn't be a problem. He winked at me across the quad as he sang the lead. I shook my head with smile. That man, I tell you.
"It's Rapunzel," Amy whispered not so quietly to the Bellas. I walked over to our booth that had finally gone through the rush of girls signing up. I followed their gazes to see a girl smiling to herself as she wandered through the booths, taking time to read every sign.
"Do you think she's a fan of that Disney movie with that hot Rider guy?" Amy wondered, we all just looked at her weirdly.
"You mean Tangled? I love that movie! She does kind of look like Rapunzel with darker blonde hair, especially with that braid and her smile," Stacie stated.
"You guys are weird, but kind of right. Jesse, being the dork he is made me watch it over the summer. He got all those songs stuck in my head too," I groaned.
"It's probably your guilty pleasure though, I can just see you and Jesse doing a duet to 'I see the light.' It would be very romantic," Stacie goaded further.
As the girl with the braid neared our booth Amy began to bounce a little.
"Oi, Rapunzel, yes you, girl with the ridiculously long hair, you, Rapunzel! Come over here!" Amy shouted at her.
"Tone it down," I sighed, now everybody was staring at us in the quad. The girl blushed and cautiously made her way over to our booth.
"Your hair is scary long, why?" Amy blurted. The girl looked uncomfortable and red began to seep into her cheeks.
"It just is, I guess," she said quietly, kind of nervous. She read our sign and began to look ready to shy away. To make up for Amy's blunt personality I started a conversation like a good captain would.
"Hi, we're the Barden Bellas. We're an all-female acapella group who competes nationally. We won the ICCA last year," I said motioning to our trophy, "We're holding try outs in two weeks if you would like to audition."
"Um, thank you for the offer, but I have never sang a note in my life," she shook her head quickly, in fact she looked a little scared.
Lily said something too low for any of us to hear. The girl looked at her in questioning.
"What?" she asked.
"That's Lily, she's really quiet, don't worry, we barely hear her either. I'm Cynthia Rose," Cynthia Rose introduced herself.
"I'm Keegan Evans," Keegan spoke more confidently, a true smile coming out. Her name seemed familiar, and then it came to me.
"Keegan Evans? You're my roommate," I grinned. She seemed much more sociable than Kimmy Jin.
"Oh hi, yeah, I recognize all you girls from the pictures on the wall on your wall now," Keegan recalled, her smile growing wider.
"I'm Beca Mitchell," I introduced myself, "I tried looking for you on Facebook over the summer, but I couldn't find you."
"Yeah, I don't have a Facebook," she confessed.
There were cries of surprise and shock.
"Were you living under a rock?" Amy wondered.
"No, my stepfather thought that social networking and YouTube rotted brains of girls and made them whores," she said flippantly.
"Dude, wow, sounds intense," I stated.
"Well, I'm out of the house now, so I can finally figure out what everyone is talking about," she brushed off the anger that had come and gone through her. "I'll see you guys around, have fun recruiting."
Keegan walked away in a hurry to look at more booths.
"Rapunzel is a bit odd," Amy murmured.
"And you're not?" Stacie laughed.
"Yeah, but Rapunzel is like hidden secrets odd, and I'm open book odd," Amy explained.
"She's probably just scared, she's a freshman, and you kind of called her Rapunzel," Cynthia Rose added.
"Just calling it as I see it," Amy put her hands up in defense.
"As per usual," I chuckled.
Quickly we got back to advertising the Bellas, and we dropped the subject of Keegan.
Keegan's POV
I closed my eyes as I lay my bed with my head phones on, listening to all the Paramore songs on my iPod. I had splurged to buy them this summer. While my stepfather to tour Europe and Africa, I was home and working two jobs—trying to earn enough move out for good and get a whole new life and wardrobe. Jonah had a fit when I worked all the time because he barely saw me and he didn't think it was womanly of me to do—not that I cared, I really didn't want to spend time with him. I shuddered at the thought.
I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until Beca shook me awake. It was 6 o' clock and the man from her pictures on the wall was with her. I groggily took my headphones off.
"I'm Jesse," he introduced himself and shook my hand.
"Keegan," I smiled and then rubbed my eyes.
"She is a lot nicer than the last roommate," Jesse told Beca.
"I'm guessing that is a compliment," I laughed.
"What were you listening to?" Beca wondered as her and Jesse getting comfortable on her bed.
I sat up against the wall and pulled my over my lap.
"Paramore, they're my favorite," I told them.
"Dude, that's awesome, they're awesome. I have a couple mixes with their songs if you want to take a listen," Beca sprang up to her MAC and pulled up multiple files.
She clicked on one and it was an amazing mix. I sat back in kind of a stunned silence. Beca was really good.
Afterwards Jesse popped in a movie and they got comfortable. I decided to let them be alone.
"I'm going to go downtown to eat. I'll see you guys later. Have fun," I winked at them and grabbed a sweatshirt before leaving.
I walked to a nearby café and sat down. I ordered a sandwich and pulled out my iPod. I began to think about my first day. Beca was awesome and I knew we would be fast friends. I was also glad to have met the Bellas even though I was not going to try out.
By the time I left three hours had passed. I walked out the door and ran into a solid built man.
"Sorry," I quickly said. I looked up to see a very handsome man with blonde hair, wearing a red knit cap, and a tight gray long sleeve V-neck shirt.
"It's okay," I detected an accent. Swoon.
"I'm Keegan," I stuck my hand out. He gave me a boyish grin and kissed the top of my hand.
"Luke, pleasure to meet you," he grinned. I smiled shyly back, a blush creeping over my face.
"Well I better get going," I said.
"It's getting dark, be careful, Keegan," the way my name sounded from his mouth was exciting.
"I will thank you. Maybe I will see you around," I told him and walked out the door with a smile on my face. I took a look back at the café to see him smiling at me from inside. I waved and started heading back to my dorm. I just now realized that it was completely dark outside.
I started to cut through the trees in the park near campus when a bulky figure was standing just ahead. I went around a different way to avoid the figure. I looked back to see it gone when somebody roughly grabbed my wrist.
"What the hell are you wearing?" the deep voice hissed. His face came into focus and he was livid.
"Jonah," I squeaked.
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