5th May 2012

Beca's POV

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, MOM?" Me, Rebecca Mitchell (I prefer Beca), a pale, short brunette, moving to my dad in Georgia, who left my mom and me when I was seven?

"Beca, don't get angry" Mom yelled, I locked the door. The door handle shook, mom tried desperately to open my door.

"Honey, please" Mom sobbed.

I closed her ears, holding in the tears. I could not listen to hear mom's sobbing anymore, it was painful. I locked up the door and jumped in my bed, covering my face under the blanket.

"Reb" Mom hugged me; I pushed her away and turned around, not facing her.

"You know it's the best for you" She sighed.

"I like it here, in Portland, with you and Craig." I whispered with a husky voice.

"Your dad can make your life so much better; you can get a good education there. And you know I can't afford for a college, and you can go to Barden University for free!" Mom said brightly.

"What? So I have to be there more than a year?" Beca said with open mouth. "TO I HAVE GRADUTED?" That means that this was my last night, living in this freaking apartment, forever, with my mom. I tried to hold back the tears, a tear rolled down my cheek.

Mom was shaken, "Sorry, honey" She whispered. "But maybe you will get friends too, maybe a boyfriend too" Mom said with a little smile.

"But I have friends here..." I sobbed.

"Who?" Mom asked.

"You know the guy outside the apartment, and he is interested in me too, so-"

"Honey," Mom cuts me off, "That's a hobo"

"Oh"

Next day, Four o'clock, afternoon

Jesse's POV

Me, seventeen-years-old Jesse Swanson, helpful as always: was painting my 42-years-old neighbor, John Mitchell's fence.

"Thanks for helping me, Jesse. Your parents must be proud" He patted me on the shoulder. He walked to the other side of the fence and painted it white.

"Sir, you look nervous" I frowned.

"Well, yeah" He shrugged. "My daughter is coming in any minute"

"You never told me you had a daughter"

"No, um, I don't have that much contact with her. And her mom can't pay for college, so I thought it would be a great opportunity to let her live with me and study in Barden"

"How is she?"

"I haven't talked to her since she was eleven, so I guess she has changed, but she is in the same age as you" He smiled.

I nodded, "Do me a favor, son" He said.

"Anything"

"She isn't that…social, try to make her friendly, show her some of your friends at school..."

"Ain't that social, huh?" I smirked.

"Her mom told me that she just had one friend, a hobo," He laughed.

"Ouch" I chuckled.

"Oh my, there she comes, " He walked eagerly towards the street. A black cab parked in front him. A pale, short, brunette walked out. Damn, she had the most scariest ear piercings, dark makeup, black nails. "Hello, hon"

"Hi" She said shortly.

"Let me take that" John said and grabbed her bag.

"NO" She gasped. "I mean...I can take that," She muttered, throwing the bag over her shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Jesse, your neighbor, " I said and took up my hand for a handshake.

She stared at my hand, "I'm Beca" She said fast and walked in.

"Right, " I muttered.

Next day, morning 07:30

Beca's POV

"Hey, Becs. You got school" Dad knocked on the door.

I stood up, "When?"

"20 minutes" He said shortly.

"I don't know where the school is...so" I shrugged.

"Nana, don't try to skip your first day" Dad said seriously.

"Fine, " I sighed. I took a dark gray T-shirt, jeans, and a purple and black flannel shirt that was unbuttoned. First day, giving a "Don't-talk-to-me"-look.

I walked down the stairs, "Want some breakfast?" Dad asked from the kitchen, eating cereals.

"Yeah, " I nodded and grabbed an apple.

"Uh, that's not brea-"

"BYE DAD" I yelled, throwing the backpack over my shoulder and walking out the door. "Okay, where to go" I whispered. I started walking in the direction to a white house, "OH HEY, BECA" Someone yelled, I turned around, it was the charming boy from yesterday. He fell over a rock. Okay, he becomes less charming. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. He ran in front of me, I stopped brutally.

"What?" I muttered.

"Nothing, just-"

"Go, away" I pouted drily walking faster.

He stopped and scoffed, "But you know.. The school is that way?" He pointed in the opposite direction. I chew my bottom lip and walked after him. He smiled proudly. Damn, he still wants to talk to me.

"So, you don't like to talk, do you?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow, "Meh, just grumpy. I want to Portland again"

"You don't like Barden?"

"Portland is better" I snapped.

"Feel you" He whispered, "I miss Steptoe" He sighed.

"What's wrong with hobos?" I said randomly.

"Uh, your friend?" He smirked.

"How do you know?"

"You look like one" He whispered.

"WHAT?" I gasped.

"Just kidding, nah. You don't"

"No?"

"No, you look…great" He looked me in the eye.

I quickly focused my eye on the road, "Don't try to sweep me off my feet, Swanson," I warned.

"You remember my last name?"

"Yeah, I have a thing that I remember people's last name, but not their first name" I scoffed.

"Jesse" He chuckled.

"But, seriously. Don't expect something from me" I frowned.

He scoffed, "So, what's your deal?" He asked curious "You on of those girls who's all dark and mysterious, then she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you realize that, you know, she was beautiful the whole time"

"I don't wear glasses," I said with a whisky voice, god he was annoying.

"Then you're halfway there" He said with a serious voice.

I narrowed my eyes at him. A grin grew up his face.

'You're a weirdo," I said with a fake smile.

"Yeah, I am" He agreed. "And so are you" He nodded.

I scoffed, "It's a good thing we're gonna be best friends, and/or lovers"

"Please don't say lovers" I shook my head.

He huffed, "You know, I wouldn't pass this up"

I frowned.

"Once I'm a treble, I probably won't have any time for you," He sighed.

I smirked, "Wow. No, I didn't think there was a way for you to be less attractive for me, but congratulations, you've managed it"

"Just wait, you'll go all squid-y, drape yourself all over me. It'll be fun. You'll see." He said seriously.

"Wait, how-"

"Oh, see. There the school is" He cut me off.

Jesse and I walked into the cafeteria. "You know, I can just sit over the while you are with your friends and-"

"No, C'mon, join me!" He said brightly, he grabbed my arm and dragged me with him.

"But my sandwich look really great to eat alone!" I said with clenched teeth. He stopped next to a table with some people. "Guys, this is Beca. Beca this is Benji and Kolio"

'His friends', right, some retards. I looked at him with a straight face, "Are you kidding with me?"

"What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes and walked to an empty table. "Finally alone" I whispered to myself.

Two girls sat down next to me with a straight face.

I raised an eyebrow.

"You're new," They said in unison.

"Yeah?"

"I'm Stacie, and this is Cynthia" She pointed at the other girl, "Hey"

I nodded and looked down at my sandwich.

"Ey, are you trying to be rude or something?" Stacie snapped.

"It's Beca" I sighed.

"Beca"

"Dude, I'm trying to eat!" I groaned.

"Well, eat them. We're eating too" Cynthia smirked.

I frowned, god I'm surrounded by mist-fits.

So, what do ya think? c: