All of Beca Mitchell's life she had known that she wanted to produce music. DJ was practically her middle name and everyone she had ever met in her life had known that. So when her Dad had called her after her Senior year in high school, forcing her to go to college instead of going to LA, she had lost it.
She knew Sheila, the step-monster from hell, had played a major part in her father's decision to send her to school. Beca still held tremendous resentment against Sheila but that was because she had caused major issues for her. Beca believed that if Sheila had not invaded her fathers life then Beca would still have a family and would have less problems.
Problems such as pushing away anyone that even showed the slightest hint of caring about her, being alone all the time, and some of her attitude issues.
What can ya say, Beca Mitchell was a real catch ladies and gents. Beca knew she had issues and that most of the time she was hard to work with, but that's just who she is and she doubts anything could ever change her.
Beca's legs jumped to the music as she sat in the back of the yellow cab on its way to Barden University, where she would have to suffer until she could convince her dad to just let her go to LA. The mix she had been working on the entire trip here rang throughout her ears and she smiled lightly to herself.
She was always proud of every mix that she made no matter what. Pain usually resulted in her best work, thus the reason she is so happy with the mix that was currently playing.
She watched the passing scenery and the impending building and just rolled her eyes. Why would anyone ever want to willingly come to school instead of following their dreams? Like for real, dude.
The cab lurched to a stop in a sea of other cabs and young adults crowding the busy sidewalks. Parents weeping as they say goodbye to their little birds as they leave their nests. It was astounding to see so many young adults in one place and all she could do was cringe. She had always preferred being alone.
True happiness was being locked in a room, no lights on, maybe a few snacks, and countless hours of making her mixes. Now you could see why she did not have that many friends.
As the cab driver stepped out to help her with her bags she raced to beat him to her laptop bag. That thing was like the Holy Bible to her. No one could ever touch it but her own tiny hands. That was Beca's number one rule. That, and never touch her headphones, or someone will lose a hand.
"I got it." she sends a warning look to the cab driver and he immediately backs off.
As she holds her bag tightly in her hand, she takes a closer look around and all the craziness happening around her. However, she does not get very far in looking around before an annoying high pitched voice rings trough her ears.
"Hi there! Welcome to Barden University! What dorm?" The annoyingly perky blonde practically screams in her face.
"Uh Baker Hall, I think." She stutters and remains looking annoyed. Of course she would have one of the most annoying girls ever to show her around this hellhole. Beca could see that things would just go so amazing here. Yeah no.
"Okay. So what you're gonna do is you're gonna go down this way.." Thankfully her voice gets drowned out by loud music as a car screeches to a stop right next to her. There are parents in the front seat and a young adult in the back.
Beca had eyes. She could tell this boy was a dork by the way he was playing the air guitar to the song and when his parents slam on the gas he falls back against the seat. She knew the boy thought he was all that and could get a girl to think he was cute. However, Beca was not just any other girl. She doesn't do cute nor does she do liking people. She hoped to never see him again.
She did however like the song that had been playing.
"Your campus map." The annoying girl snapped her out of the song she now had stuck in her head.
"and your official BU rape whistle, don't blow it unless it's actually happening." Her eyes go wide as she hands it over to Beca.
Beca smirked and slipped the whistle between her teeth just to mess with the girl. The girl 'humphs' and Beca just grins as she walks past her to find her way to the dorm.
She saw lots of things on her way to her dorm and she immediately wanted to leave.
When she got to her dorm she knew she would have to try and at least be a little social. She had a roommate for god's sake and she knew she had to try and get on her good side. Especially since the Asian girl had immediately started shooting daggers at her as soon as she stepped foot into the dorm room. What is up with everyone here? Beca thought to herself. Maybe everyone had one of those rape whistles shoved up their asses.
"Hey." Beca whispered lightly afraid that saying hey the wrong way would make this girl dislike her even more than she apparently already did.
"You must be Kimmy Jin. I'm Beca." She said as she set her bag down on the bare bed that was going to be hers for who knows how long.
The girl glared at her.
So that triggered something in her wonderful Beca brain of hers. Wait maybe this girl couldn't speak English and that was her problem. So of course, her mouth reacted before anything else.
"No English?"
No response.
"Yes English?"
No response.
"Just tell me where you're at with English." Beca muttered, confused beyond belief.
No response.
Okie Dokie, she thought to herself, first roommate ever and she hates me. Beca knew this was just going to keep going downhill. So instead of trying to salvage what little dignity she had left, she quickly turned her heels and started unpacking all her stuff, wordlessly.
So first day at college, she had been faced with an annoying chick, an annoying boy, and a girl who kind of scared her. She shook her head as she set out her mix table, and let out a huge sigh. Would Beca ever fit anywhere or would she always be this broken loner?
As she altered her mix, there was a knock at the door, and her fathers muffle voice behind it.
"Hey this is Campus police, hide your wine coolers!" He pops his head through the door, chuckling.
She turns and raises her eyebrows.
"Just your old man making a funny." He closes the door.
She rolls her eyes and turns around, "Chris Rock, everybody." Yes she is still super bitter about him forcing her to go here against her will. Especially when she is already doing so good in the socializing department.
"Hey you must be Beca's roommate. I'm Dr. Mitchell, Beca's dad. I teach Comparative Literature here."
No response.
He turns towards her mimicking her earlier eyebrow raise. Like father like daughter.
"So when did you get here? How did you get here?"
"Took a cab. Didn't wanna inconvenience you and Sheila. How is the step-monster?" She throws out the loving term, whilst fumbling with some options on her laptop.
Then he starts droning on about how she actually is and that's when Beca loses it. She immediately cuts him off before she throws up over hearing about Sheila.
"No, I don't actually care I just wanted to say 'Step-monster."
Then that sets him off and he starts talking about how she needs an education, she shouldn't be Rick Dees , blah blah blah. She didn't care how many people stood against her and her dream, as long as she believed in herself then she was good.
The sole reason for so many of her problems was standing there right in front of her shooting her down again and again. She could not hear another word of his disapproval. So she cut him off again and left with Kimmy Jin to the activities fair.
The activities fair was where every single person could be in their natural habitat and get other people to join their natural habitats. Beca did not care about any of it but it was better than being crushed by her fathers opinions.
Tents were everywhere, multicolored, people swarming around them like happy bees.
However, maybe she could find some sort of DJ-ing booth or something like that so school wouldn't be that dreadful.
Stupid frat boys chanted as they passed by her and all she could do was shake her head.
She faintly heard some boys singing across the quad but she paid no attention. She wandered aimlessly up and down the sidewalk barely paying any attention to the tents.
Something caught her eye from across the quad. It was like seeing a warm campfire after a long day of camping. The girl had her side turned and she was standing next to an even taller blonde girl. The redhead's hair was flaming and hard to not notice. The girl slightly turned her head and Beca caught site of ocean colored eyes. Her eyes contrasted her hair and maybe that was why Beca's heart had increased in speed.
This girl was drop dead gorgeous and all Beca could do was stare.
This girl was slightly taller than Beca, had bright red hair, even brighter blue eyes, long legs, and was wearing a super cute dress.
For a tiny second, Beca debated walking past the blonde and redhead but then Becas social issues got in the way and she turned her body the other way, towards a DJ booth. Hm, if she could see that redhead again then maybe college wouldn't be so bad after all.
Author's Note:
So this will follow the movie but Bechloe as the love story. Since PP2 is out i will eventually get there and then follow that movie too. Don't worry Bechloe is endgame but patience is key.
All rights go to the Pitch Perfect world.
So hopefully you guys like this, I am super pumped to write it all out and let the love blossom between our angsty midget and perky redhead.
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