If Beca wasn't wearing ripped jeans, it was for one of two reasons; her father was around, or two; she was interviewing for any music job around Atlanta. However, both of these events were few and far between, and usually she could be seen in an attire of checkered shirts open on a band tee, and roughed up old boots or Vans, lying around in bed doing very, very little. Beca Mitchell was kind of a bum.

This was one reason why she never planned on going to college. Everyday she walked around Barden University campus passing fresh-faced, Hollister-sporting Abercrombie enthusiasts, clutching at piles of books, chattering about class and/or tweeting on their iPhone 5s. Her fellow students caused Beca to snort derisively roughly twenty to thirty times a day.

She laughed at how they couldn't handle alcohol, how narcotics were some new exciting novelty, at their Ugg boots, their obsession with starbucks and going to the gym. Beca had always been slightly judgemental, and well now she used this trait as an excuse to why she didn't have any friends. Everyone was totally lame-o here so why would she even want to make friends.

Not that Beca had absolutely zero friends- she did have a job at the radio station, which was literally the coolest place on campus (although that wasn't hard), and she'd eventually become friends with one Jesse Swanson and Luke Daniels. They were both musicians too. Jesse irritatingly texted her five times a day and cracked stupid little jokes every two minutes when they were on shift together, but these jokes were occasionally laughable and he did know his stuff when it came to music, so he was bearable. And Luke was tall and hench with tattoos wrapping round his big biceps and twinkly ocean blue eyes. He made sarcastic quips and Beca found it hilarious the way he could put Jesse down with a single word. They were good guys.

But no amount of time stacking CDs could make the boredom of Barden disappear. Two months in and Beca was bored of wishing she could be somewhere actually cool. Stupid dad.

Anyway, one Wednesday afternoon Beca found herself out on the quad, blasting out some R.E.M. 'Shiny Happy People' to try and raise her spirits, sighing and leaning back against the tree. It was three o clock, so students were milling around campus under a baby blue sky, and Beca couldn't wait for them all to go to class so the campus would quieten down. Barden's brick buildings and big lawns were actually rather peaceful with an autumn breeze and Beca spent many an afternoon avoiding philosophy lectures to sit outside.

So there she was, sat on the grass, when someone caught her eye roughly ten metres away- a girl. She was about five three or four, and she was laughing as she walked the busy path with some other girl. Beca hadn't even looked at anyone since she'd come to Barden, but something about the innocent smile on her pink lips, the way her crystal eyes were lit up like she'd never seen a bad thing in her life, how her turquoise t-shirt hugged at her body and her bare legs under denim shorts was entrancing.

As she walked past Beca, the October breeze blew her her shoulder length wavy red hair and Beca didn't even attempt to look away, she was nothing short of beautiful- and then the girl looked over at Beca and they made full eye contact and Beca instantly whipped her eyes away, her cheeks were burning. A few seconds later she looked back to see if the redhead was still looking; she was. Beca dug her fingernails into her palms in reaction to the smirk on the redhead's face, like she was amused or something, but then she was gone. That was the most exciting event in Beca's whole time at Barden.

Her second most exciting event came that same day, at her shift at the radio station, and this managed to push all thoughts of the pretty ginger girl and of her mind.

"No way, man, you skate?" Beca exclaimed, her dark blue eyes being pulled magnetically to the corner of the room.

She lifted the unassumingly heavy crate of CDs in the dark green corner of the radio station, using much more strength than anticipated, and tugged the skateboard free, her eyes raking over it in awe.

"Oh, no, I don't. I don't know whose that is," Luke called flippantly, barely looking up from his computer in the booth.

Beca turned it over in her hands- it was barely used, the wheels were still a bit shiny, and the deck looked like no-one had ever even stood on it. The deck was plain wood on the bottom with a large single marijuana leaf printed on it, with rasta coloured wheels and black trucks.

"This is doopppe," Beca said. "I've not skated since highschool, but I broke my board and I never got a new one."

"Take it if you like," Luke said. "It's been there for years."

Beca grinned at him in disbelief, feeling like Christmas had come early.

"I might go," Beca said, barely taking her eyes from the skateboard, walking out of the radio station vacantly.

"Kay," Luke replied, headphones pulled down over his ears, not paying much attention at all.

And she left the station, hurrying home to switch her doc martens for her black leather Stefan Janoskis with white soles.

So thirty minutes later there Beca was, in the campus multi-storey parking lot on the empty top floor, with fifty feet of flat concrete surrounding her, just beckoning her to skate; soon enough she was pushing off, tentative at first, but getting more confident as time went on, skating round the empty parking lot like old times. She carved round, testing out her ollies, and failing her first few attempts at a kickflip. Beca used to be able to do solid kickflips, even kickflips to grinds and heelflips too. When her board broke it was when she was trying to conquer 360 flips, and at that point she was too busy with studies to carry on. Beca regretted that choice now.

By the time the clear blue sky started merging with the descending coral and pink sun, Beca had ripped the knees of her black skinny jeans, but if she left the parking lot not being able to kickflip she would be very unhappy with herself. She persevered, standing on the board and pushing her foot up the top of the board, painstakingly willing it to flip over, falling on her ass more times that she would have liked. But eventually she could do it stood still and Beca tried kickflipping from pushing off. Not even afraid of the pain any more, Beca tried ollieing onto the curb, trying to grind on it and totally flopping, eventually mastering it though.

At nine pm Beca called it a day, covered in bruises but completely elated that she'd regained her skateboarding prowess, and she rolled out of the parking lot, ducking under the barrier and skating home.

"You look like a freaking hobo," Kimmy Jin accused in her monotone voice as Beca shut the door behind her, dropping her board and flopping back on her bed, failing to restrain a grin.

"I got a new board," Beca said.

"Does it look like I care?"

"I've not skated since I was sixteen," Beca carried on anyway. "Dude, I've totally still got it, I am freaking awesome."

"Amazing," Kimmy Jin drawled, sarcastically rolling her eyes.

Beca pulled on her headphones and put on some Snoop Dogg 'Who am I', thinking up a mix for it. So beforehand, Beca had nothing to entertain her at Barden- except of course for sneering on the boring middle class students- but now she could skate again, things were looking up...and that redhead girl...Not that Beca was going to go after her or anything...she was totally out of her league anyway...right?

Hey it's me, I just thought I'd make a little two or 3 chapter thing where Beca's a skater...I don't know why really...

What d'you guys think? please review even if it's bad, well it's not good obviously but review anyway

cheers from Heather