Hello! I hope you guys like this story, I've been wanting to right a student/teacher love story (a real one lol) since I wrote A Beauty And A Beat so here it is! I'm not sure about the rating yet.. we'll stick to T now
Something Worth Living For
Chapter 1
She groaned. Once. Twice. The third time was loudly. It was so loud it echoed through the three story house.
She was sitting on the ground, her legs in front of her and a box between them. She had an exacto knife and was trying to open the box, but let's say she wasn't having any luck with it.
"Come on, you motherfucker open up!" She said through gritted teeth as she tried to get the knife to go through the tape. It slipped and went straight to her palm, making her scream in anger and pain. "Wow you son of a bitch!"
"Language!" Came a voice from the doorway.
"I cut my hand." The young girl informed, holding her bleeding hand.
"Oh! Let me see!" The woman rushed to her side and examined the cut before rolling her eyes. "I told you not to use an exacto knife, Beca."
Beca looked up at her and glared.
"Let's put a bandage on this cut." The woman said, helping Beca get up.
"What? We need to go to the hospital, I might need stitches!" Beca said.
"Don't be so overdramatic." The woman said with a chuckle.
"I got that from you, didn't I mom?" Beca said with a small smirk as she sat on the toilet while her mom searched for the first aid kit.
"Couldn't you wait until we were unpacked before injuring yourself?" Her mom said frustrated, which made Beca laugh.
"Sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking." She said sarcastically.
Her mom grabbed some gauze, some spray and athletic tape. She cleaned the cut, sprayed it and made a bandage.
"There. Now you can go back to unpacking." She said with an exaggerated smile.
"Do I have to?" She whined.
"Yes, you do. Now march back to your room and get started, you have what 3 more boxes to unpack?" The woman asked.
"Yeah." Beca sighed.
"So go. I'll try to find us something to eat." The woman said.
Beca chuckled, getting out of the bathroom.
"Good luck." She said.
The small brunette went back to her room and managed to unpack the last three boxes without the exacto knife.
After unpacking all her stuff, the brunette sat by her desk, which was pretty much empty except for her computer, laptop and DJ equipment. She only had time to arrange "important" stuff.
Beca started working on a mix without putting her headphones in. She bobbed her head to the beat and enjoyed it. She was so focused on her music she missed her mom calling her name.
"Beca!" The woman said.
"Ow! What?!" Beca said, hitting pause.
"We don't have anything to eat, we're going out." She said. "Get something decent on."
"Where are we going? Pizza, right?" Beca asked.
"Mmmm you don't want Italian food?" Her mom asked.
"Pizza is Italian." Beca reasoned, standing up to find something "decent" to put on.
"Alright. Be ready in 15 minutes." Her mom said before disappearing.
"Alright." Beca said, picking out something simple. She picked out a pair or maroon jeans, her converse and a hoodie. She wasn't gonna retouch her makeup because it was still good. She changed, grabbed her cellphone and went downstairs to wait for her mom.
Beca's parents had divorced when she was 12, so she stayed with her mom. Her dad lived in the same city but she didn't see him that often. She didn't really like the man.
Her mom decided to move on from the apartment the two lived in and bought a three story house. The third floor was small, it had a small living room, a big TV and a suite, Beca's room. She joked that it was her floor.
The second floor had three more suites and the first had a big kitchen, a bigger living room than Beca's and another room, which her mom was gonna turn into her office.
Beca's mom, Jill Boone (she kept her last name), was a Judge. She often spent the day out, but she managed to eat dinner and lunch with Beca.
Jill came down the stairs and saw her daughter on her phone by the door and she sighed.
"Beca, I said something decent!" She said.
Beca looked at her, confused.
"This is decent." Beca said.
"Okay, let's just go, I'm starving." Jill said, opening the door.
Jill drove to Beca's favorite pizza place and the girl threw her fists up in happiness. Jill chuckled as she got out of the car.
After they ordered, the two sat in the booth waiting. Beca sipping her Coke quietly.
"So, are you excited for school?" Jill asked.
"Nope, not in the slightest." Beca said. "This should be fun."
"Yeah." Jill said with a light chuckle. "Just try to stay out of trouble this year, okay?"
"Mom, that teacher was a jerk!" Beca said.
"He may be, but you can't just bully your teacher because he's a jerk." Jill said.
Beca rolled her eyes.
"Mom, we've been over this. I didn't bully him." Beca defended herself.
"Your principal called me 5 times in one month, Beca." Jill said. "Your teacher said you'd talk back to him, challenge him."
"His class was boring!" Beca said.
"Just because you're good at Biology doesn't mean you can make things difficult for those who aren't." Jill said. "You better not cause trouble this year or the following year, Beca, or else you are not going to LA with mine or your father's help."
Beca sighed.
"I'll try." She said.
"Good." Jill said. "Saves me the trouble of trying to explain to your principal that you're not a little Devil."
Jill winked at her.
"What does that wink mean? You think I'm a little Devil?" Beca said and Jill just smirked and didn't say anything. "Mom! You're the worst!"
Jill chuckled and sipped her water when the waiter approached with their pizza.
oO0Oo
Beca wasn't excited for going back to school. At all. For one thing, after the thing with her Biology teacher, she was known in school as the little troublemaker, so people avoided her. She didn't have any friends, but that really wasn't a problem. And it wasn't like she was bullied but she often listened to people calling her names.
She came out as a lesbian last year as well, so people somehow heard and started calling her even worse names. She ignored them and she never felt the need to cry or feel sorry for herself. She was strong and she never let the comments get to her, which she was proud of.
She eventually told her mom about her being gay, which unsurprisingly, the other woman was fine with. Her and Beca had a relationship most people envied, Beca could tell her anything and everything.
Beca found her backpack in one of her boxes and a notebook. She could find her textbooks the next day, so she packed a few things, including her pencil case and a water bottle, and left the backpack on her desk chair. She then picked her outfit for the next day, got ready for bed and, finally, curled up in her bed.
The next day, when she heard her alarm clock go off, she groaned, covering her face with her pillow for a few seconds before she actually turned it off.
"Beca! Don't fall asleep again!" Her mom yelled from downstairs.
"Go to Hell!" Beca screamed back.
"I'll see you there, my little Devil!" Jill said with a chuckle.
"You're the worst!" Beca said, getting up.
"I may be, but I'm making you breakfast!" Jill said back.
"Okay, you're not the worst anymore." Beca said, changing her clothes and fixing her hair before making her way downstairs to the kitchen and sitting down on the table.
"I'm already planning your birthday gift." Jill said.
"What? Already?" Beca asked, getting a nod from her mom. "But my birthday isn't for another three months!"
"I know, but I think you're gonna get it early this year. I think you're gonna like it." Jill said with a wink.
"I think I will." Beca said, taking a bite at her toast.
Jill smiled and joined her on the table.
oO0Oo
Beca sat in her car, in the school parking lot, taking deep breaths. She was nervous because it felt like she was going back to school with a target on her back. She grabbed her backpack and got out of the car. She could already feel some eyes on her but she ignored them and made her way to her first class.
She sat down and went through her phone while she waited for the teacher. She had English now, a subject she neither hated nor loved. She was good, but that didn't mean she loved English.
When the teacher walked in, she sighed and put the phone away, getting her notebook and pencil case.
"Good morning." The woman said, putting her stuff on the desk. "My name is Aubrey Posen and I'm gonna be your English teacher. I just wanted to get a few things clear before we start. I will not allow cell phones in my class. I will not allow bullying, smarty pants or troublemakers, as I heard we have some."
Beca frowned. Was she talking about her?
"Believe me, you do not want to get in trouble with me." Aubrey said.
"Noted." Beca said under her breath.
"Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Aubrey said, making everybody turn to Beca. "Mitchell, isn't it?"
"Yes." Beca said. "There's nothing I'd like to share, ma'am."
Aubrey seemed satisfied with her answer and turned to the black board.
Good Lord!, Beca though. It was the first day and already the teacher knew her name and probably knew she wasn't the best student.
Beca kept her mouth shut the entire class. She didn't wanna get on this teacher's list. Apparently, she was already on her list, but she wanted to prove her wrong.
When English ended, Beca made sure to leave quietly without any remark to the teacher. She checked her schedule and she had Chemistry next. She was about to get into the classroom when she was stopped by a boy.
"Hi!" He said with a smile. "You're Beca Mitchell right?"
"It's the first day and the entire school already knows my name. That's not a good sign." Beca said.
"I'm Jesse Swanson." He introduced himself.
"Hi." Beca said. "Listen dude if you're here to insult me-"
"-Oh no, no! I was about to invite you to be a part of a group." Jesse said.
"Like I said, it's the first day-"
"-I know, but just let me say it." Jesse said. "I'm a part of a group, a support group of LGBT here and we thought maybe you'd like to join. We know people are giving you a hard time."
Beca raised an eyebrow.
"You're either hitting on me or insulting me and I don't like either option." Beca said.
"No, I'm not doing any of those." Jesse said. "Really, our group would love to have you."
"I'll think about it." Beca said.
"Thanks." Jesse said with a smile and left.
Beca entered the classroom and rushed to find a seat before the teacher got there.
oO0Oo
Beca closed the front door, locking it after herself. She took off her shoes and barely turned around when she hit a very heavy box, cursing loudly as she did.
"Ow!" she looked down and noticed her mom had labeled 'books', which meant they were the books that were supposed to go in her office. "Damn it, mom." Beca chuckled, stepping aside and heading upstairs. She put her backpack down and grabbed her phone, wallet and car keys. They still had very little food in their new home, so that meant Beca was gonna have to go out and get dinner for them, since Jill was gonna be arriving late.
Beca got in her car and thought a little bit before deciding on a place she could get dinner from. She then texted her mom to let her know and drove off. She returned home 25 minutes later, she even bought a few things so they could eat dinner at home the next night.
"Beca?" Jill took off her glasses and came out of the living room, holding the newspaper.
"I got dinner." Beca said. "Salmon, potatoes, asparagus."
"Something healthy? Who are you and what have you done to my daughter?" Jill narrowed her eyes.
Beca rolled her eyes.
"I'd give you the finger if I didn't have bags in my hands." Beca said, going to the kitchen.
Jill just laughed, putting the newspaper down and going to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Beca put the bags on the table and grabbed two plates and silverware. She then served her and her mother before washing her hands herself.
Jill smiled when Beca returned and the smaller brunette sat down in front of her mom.
"How was the first day?" Jill asked.
"You mean the first day back in a school I've gone to for 2 years already?" Beca raised her eyebrows nonchalantly. "Pretty much the same as every year. Oh! There was a teacher who, as far as I can see, it's gonna be a total pain in my ass."
"Language! Can we eat dinner without you cursing at least once?" Jill asked.
"Sorry, but it's true!" Beca said, chewing. "She already knows my name!"
"Don't do anything to that teacher, alright?" Jill said.
"I won't." Beca said. "It's just frustrating, you know? First day back, man."
"I know. If she gives you a really hard time, come talk to me first." Jill said. "And we can talk to your principal."
Beca nodded.
"Okay." Beca said.
"Oh. Tomorrow I won't be here for dinner." Jill said. "So you're gonna be on your own."
"Okay." Beca said. "Hey mom, there's gonna be this exhibit in a few months and I wanted to go, would you maybe go with me?"
"Let's see, maybe I can go with you. Wait until the date gets closer, okay?" Jill said.
"Okay." Beca said with a small smile.
Jill smiled back at her and they continued eating in silence.
"Hey." Jill said, catching her daughter's attention. "How about we go take a shower and get ready and then we can watch a movie together."
"If by 'movie' you mean an episode of How I Met Your Mother, then you're on." Beca said, making Jill chuckle.
"Okay. Go, I'll finish here." Jill said.
"Okay." Beca said and ran upstairs.
After taking a shower and getting ready for bed, Beca went downstairs to the living room and turned on the TV and went on Netflix, searching for the episode her mother and her stopped.
It didn't take Jill more than 20 minutes to join her daughter, giving Beca just enough time to catch up on the last episode. The older woman had grabbed a blanket and snuggled close to her daughter as Beca pressed play on the next episode.
After they had watched 6 or 7 episodes, Beca was almost asleep in her mother's arms and Jill had to fight to keep herself awake so she could wake her up.
"Bec? Beca, come on, you're way too old to be carried to bed, especially since you live in the third floor." Jill said and laughed when Beca groaned and sat up with a stretch.
"Okay." She said and yawned. "Night mom. Love you."
"Love you too." Jill said. "I'm gonna have to go to court earlier tomorrow so you'll be on your own for breakfast. Oh, and your dad asked if you could bring Hallie over tomorrow after school."
"Okay." Beca said before going upstairs to her room. Sometimes she regretted sleeping on the third floor but it was awesome.