Beca remembered the first day she met Chloe Beale. She remembered it because it was such a shock. It was a Friday in September, and she was so pissed off she could barely think straight as she made her way to the very first class she had attended since starting at Barden university (English). Beca didn't want to go, she didn't want any of this. She wanted to move away from her shitty father, and live her own life doing the things she loved. But she didn't have a choice, she had to stay and she hated it. Beca was certain that nothing would change her opinion about staying at Barden University. But she was incredibly wrong.

"Excuse me, miss, you're very late."

Beca snapped around, ready with a cutting retort, then her dark blue eyes found light blue ones. She was startled and everything she felt instantly drained away.

"What's your name?"

Beca just stood there in front of the class staring at this woman as if she'd never seen a woman before. But she hadn't- no-one like this anyway.

"Uh, my name's Beca," she eventually realised that she had to speak. "Mitchell. Beca Mitchell."

"Right. Well. Please sit down."

Beca fell into her seat and stared, cheeks burning, at the woman stood at the front of the class. She was a little taller than Beca, she had wavy red hair down to her shoulders and these light blue eyes that were bright and striking. She was also slim and athletic. These were the things Beca immediatedly noticed about Chloe Beale, but as the lesson went on, she started to notice more- she had full pink lips that she often bit thoughtfully. Her voice was light and soft to the ear, she had a small scar on her forehead, her face was heart-shaped and it made Beca want to grab it and kiss her hard.

As of that day Beca found a reason to stay at Barden University.

But Chloe Beale did not seem to be on the same page.

"Why did you miss my first class?"

Beca turned around. Professor Beale had her arms folded tight and she was leaning on the desk glaring at Beca. Beca realised that she didn't go to the English opening class, but then, she didn't go to any classes.

The other students were filing out of the door and into the corridor. The way Chloe was staring at her...made Beca think that she really didn't like her.

"I- I'm sorry," Beca stuttered, taken aback.

"Other teachers have told me that you skipped their classes too," Chloe expanded.

Beca couldn't help blushing.

"If you think you can get away with that shit in my class then don't bother coming back."

"I'm sorry," Beca said. She felt crushed.

"Don't be late next lesson."

"I won't."

Beca took a step away from the teacher who looked furious.

"You've got an attitude," Chloe said. "I don't like it."

"I've barely said anything," Beca said confused.

Professor Beale glared at her.

"Can I go?" Beca asked.

"Fine."

Beca stole another glance at the redhead, then left the lecture room and headed home.

The first time Beca saw Chloe she couldn't believe her eyes. It was just a shame that Chloe seemed to hate her so much.

But that didn't put her off.

Chloe saw Beca Mitchell long before she saw her- well, long before Beca knew that she'd seen Chloe. Chloe couldn't possibly forget the short brunette that ruined her day- it was the fifth day of term, she had just broken up with her boyfriend Tom, and as she walked down the empty Barden corridor, struggling not to cry, someone shoved past her, knocking everything out of her arms, papers flying everyone and her coffee mug smashing all over the floor and splattering coffee on her new dress.

"Hey!" Chloe yelled.

Whoever it was stuck their middle finger up as they stormed off.

"Fuck you!" Chloe cried, sinking to the floor.

"Fuck you!" They shouted back.

Chloe sat against the wall and looked at the mess on the floor. She couldn't help but cry.

So when the unmistakably short brown haired girl stumbled in late to her class a few days later, Chloe couldn't help but feel strong animosity towards this girl, the girl who made her bad week a million times worse- the mysterious Beca Mitchell that teachers had complained so much about. And she didn't even have the decency to remember knocking her over? That was even worse.

Chloe tried to carry on her lecture as usual, but she really wanted to scream at this Beca girl. She tried not to look at her but she could feel the Beca's eyes on her and her anger kept ebbing away, she seemed so shy and she was really pretty...but no! Beca was rude. No.

"Why did you miss my first class?" she asked when the class was over.

Chloe couldn't resist, she had to have a go at her.

"I- I'm sorry." Beca had a sweet voice. Fuck. Be mad Chloe! Chloe thought, backing away from her and crossing her arms tight.

"Other teachers have told me that you skipped their classes too," she carried on. Beca started to look guilty. "If you think you can get away with that shit in my class then don't bother coming back."

"I'm sorry," Beca said again. Chloe was getting into this shouting business now. Yeah, shout at the bitch! Chloe encouraged herself.

"Don't be late next lesson."

"I won't."

"You've got an attitude," Chloe accused, enjoying the sad look in her pretty dark blue eyes. "I don't like it."

"I've barely said anything..." Beca said quietly.

Chloe glared at her. She wanted to shout more but she wasn't sure what else to say.

"Can I go?" Beca asked before she could lay into her more.

"Fine."

Chloe watched Beca walk off. Maybe she would bring the pain on this bitch from now on...Maybe.

Author's note: hey, what d'you think of the first chapter? Let me know. Thanks for reading :)