"Welcome to Barden University! What dorm?"

Beca refrained from rolling her eyes at the chirpiness radiating from this woman's demeanor. She didn't want to be here, no, her father practically forced her to sign the application for the fall semester. Promising her a great experience, yada yada.

But yeah, she really didn't wanna be here.

"Um Baker Hall, I think."

The blonde woman smiled and, with her familiarity of the campus, she began to point Beca in the direction of her designated residence hall. Although, Beca's attention was grabbed by a male's voice singing a well known Foreigner's song from inside a blue Honda.

"-to rest!" He looked out the window and smiled at Beca as he continued to sing, "Don't you cry no more, No!"

Beca raised her eyebrows amusingly as he begin to play the air guitar. Once the car drove off, Beca turned back to the woman in front of her, eyebrows still raised when she was greeted with a whistle being handed to her.

"And here is your official BU rape whistle," the woman smiled, then sternly she said, "Don't blow it unless it's actually happening."

Beca took it hesitantly, placing it securely between her teeth because if she was being honest, no sane person can hold a smile that long and NOT be crazy.

The woman watched Beca walk away slowly, an offended huff leaving her lips.

Beca scanned the campus as she walked the path to Bake Hall, silently judging the student body as she passed them. There were your usual athletes kicking around a soccer ball on the quad while a few girls admired them from the side. To Beca's right were two guys holding up numbered cards, holding up a number from 1-10 as girls walked by them. Then there were freshman traveling with backpacks practically larger than their own body while lugging a suitcase twice their size behind them.

Beca sighed, she just wanted to hide away in her room at his point. Hoping to the God's that her roommate was at least the silent type.


Once she arrived at her room, Beca had the pleasure of meeting her silent roommate, which met her ideal criteria but in those five seconds of introduction, Beca's almost positive Kimmy Jin will murder her in her sleep.

"This is campus police, hide your wine coolers!"

"Great.." Beca muttered, she recognized that voice. Seeing her father poke his head around the door frame only confirmed her assumptions.

"Hey, Beca." Jonathan greeted his daughter with a smile, watching her unpack a bunch of mixing equipment before looking over her shoulder.

"Chris Rock, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Jonathan walked further into the dorm and settled himself by the window.

"What, I can't pay my favorite daughter a visit and ask her how she's enjoying her first moments as a college student? This is a big day, Beca!" Jonathan turned to the other side of the room and smiled at Kimmy Jin.

"You must be Beca's roommate! Great to meet you, I'm Jonathan, Beca's dad," Kimmy Jin stared him down, "I teach comparative literature here."

Jonathan waited for some sort of greeting but slowly turned his attention back to his daughter who was smirking at their nonexistent exchange.

"First of all, a welcome basket would have been ideal. With a card saying "I'm sorry for the inconvenience"." Beca opened up her suitcase and pulled out her hangers and made her way to the closet.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "College us great, Beca. You'll see."

"But it's not for everybody..you'll see."

Jonathan watched his daughter hang up her flannels and her jeans, getting Beca here was a challenge. As a father, he felt the need to guide her in the right direction for a better future. How is she labeling him as the bad guy?

"Doesn't the fact that you're away from home please you at all? I'm sure that's a perk?"

Beca sighed, "Not when my father is a professor here. So no, it's not a perk. Try again."

"Alright, how about because I'm a professor here you're studying here for free?"

Beca picked up her hamper and dropped it inside her closet.

"Then dropping out won't really cost me a dime, now would it?"

"Beca." Jonathan deadpanned.

"Dad." Beca turned around and crossed her arms.

Jonathan sighed, "I'll let you get settled. But I really hope you open your eyes to the opportunities that are here at your disposal."

Beca watched him leave without another word and from the corner of her eye she saw Kimmy Jin raise from chair and make her way out the room, mumbling something along the lines of an activities fair.

"Kill me." Beca muttered, looking around at all the stuff she still needed to unpack.


After making sure her belongings were organized properly, Beca decided to take a walk through the activities fair everyone was talking about. Hopefully something on this campus would grab her attention.

So far, she passed numerous clubs of sports, swimming, an apocalypse readiness group, and different frats chanting while flailing their flag around.

Beca lazily scanned the booths and her attention was soon grabbed by a banner with giant letters reading "DJ's"

Now, if her father wasn't going to allow her to pursue a career in music production after high school. She might as well make her time here a little less tortuous.


"Hi! Would you like to be a member of-"

"-Barden Bellas, are you inter-"

"Chloe, we're dying out here. Maybe the fliers are a bit bland."

Chloe's red hair nealy smacked Aubrey in the face when she whipped around.

"Don't start attacking my photoshop skills because you can't recruit people."

Aubrey sighed, "Well, why aren't people batting us an eye! How are we going to recruit 8 girls by the end of the day?!"

Chloe walked around and behind their booth to grab her water bottle from inside her bag. Taking a few sips, she quicked an eyebrow at her best friend who stared at her waiting for an answer.

"This is all your fault, you know. If it wasn't for your puke-performance we wouldn't be in this hot mess."

"Oh, sure. Kick me while I'm down, why don't you." Aubrey grabbed another flier and smiled brightly at a passing soul walking in their direction.

"Hi, would you-"

When the girl continued walking, Aubrey flared her nostrils while Chloe scanned the ocean of students, hoping to find an eligible candidate for their group.

Chloe's eyes locked on a petit brunette looking rather skeptical at whatever the large Australian she and Aubrey encountered a little while ago, Fat Amy was her name if she recalled correctly. Chloe watched the girl walk away from Fat Amy and practically drag her feet through the remaining of the fair, coming closer to their booth.

"What about her?" Chloe pointed her out to Aubrey who simply scrunched up her nose in distaste.

"Chloe, honey, she isn't what we're looking for."

"Shut up." Chloe silenced Aubrey with her hand and smiled as the girl in plaid paid them a glance when Chloe came into her line of sight.

"Hi! Any interest in joining our a cappella group?"

Beca raised an eyebrow, "A cappella?"

Chloe smiled and nodded while Aubrey bit her tongue and smiled along.

"We sing covers of songs and we do it without any instruments, it's all with our mouths!" What seemed like impressive came off as rather strange to Beca but she stayed silent as they pitched their group to her.

"We travel all over the world and compete in national championships." Chloe said proudly. Aubrey watched her best friend hand the girl one of their fliers.

Beca looked it over and it was then that she may be wasting her time standing there.

"Thanks for the offer but, no offense, it's kinda lame."

Chloe frowned and was interrupted by Aubrey who took Beca's turn down as an offense.

"Since when is performing at the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Center lame, you bitch?"

"Careful, you almost overreacted to something." Beca's sarcasm only fueled Aubrey even more.

Chloe placed a hand on Aubrey's shoulder while Beca silently walked away.

"Must you bring out the B word?"

"She was acting like a total B word!"

Chloe rolled her eyes and quickly caught up to Beca who was approaching a booth for internships at the campus radio station.

"Hey, wait up."

Beca turned around.

"Sorry if I was being rude."

Chloe shook her head, "Don't worry about it. We're kinda desperate at this point after an insistent last year."

Beca chuckled, "What happened?"

Chloe winced, "It's a long story and I rather not get into it right now." She took the opportunity to really acknowledge the fact that Beca was...very appealing to stare at. The low cut tank top under her cardigan was showing off enough cleavage that made Chloe dart out her tongue to moisten her lips while her fingers just itched to run through the girls chocolate brown hair that sat perfectly on her shoulders.

This girl was breath taking.

"But, I could get into it over a cup of coffee in a quieter setting?"

Beca was taken aback, she blinked in surprise but who was she to turn down a beautiful redhead.

"Now, that..doesn't sound lame." Beca smirked. Chloe handed her phone over to Beca and watched the girl put in her number.

Chloe looked down at the name and smiled, "It's a date...Beca."

"And what should I call you?" Beca asked.

Chloe decided to be spontaneous.

"Honey, you can call me anytime." She winked after sending a quick text to Beca's phone so she too can have her number.

Beca looked down at the text and bit her lip.

Saturday, 6pm. Joe's Café