Hey guys! With To the Devil almost being done, I've decided to start one of my new stories! American Pie inspired me to write this (ONE OF MY FAVS) but this story has no similarities to the movie.

I've also decided to take a break from the horror genre and switch to some humor!

Overall, this is a story with humor (lots), fluff, smut, drama, and angst. Also, there is every known ship in the pitch perfect world mentioned in this story. But which will be end game? ;)

I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

(I DON'T OWN PITCH PERFECT)


Rumors - Chapter 1: First Day (Part 1)

Beca sighed in relief as she applied the last bit of eyeliner to her cloudy blues. She threw on her red flannel, along with her headphones that hung loosely around her neck. Checking her look in the mirror and picking up her backpack, she made her way downstairs.

Today was the day. Another door opening and a beautiful start to a new beginning.

After moving with her dad to Atlanta because he received a well paying job at Barden University as an English professor, Beca was forced to transfer to Barden High School. Being a senior was suppose to be the last shot of being a high schooler. The alpha dog that ran the school hallways and the greatest year of your entire existence. It was the right of passage to the 'upperclassmen' label and though she would've been an upperclassmen at her previous school, she was now the new kid. Hell, she should just be labeled a freshman again.

What sucked the most was, she didn't know anybody at this new school and she was once again, that girl who wore too much eyeliner and too stuck up to talk to anybody. Unless obviously, she was forced too.

Long story short, Beca wasn't worthy enough to be a senior, especially if know one knew who the hell she was. Opening up wasn't easy for the girl so with being the outcast again, who knows if she'll ever be labeled as one of the big, bad dogs who call themselves seniors.

"Took you long enough princess!" Beca walked down the stairs to her house and was greeted by her leggy brunette friend, Stacie Conrad. The girl was attempting to clean some dishes at the sink but in reality, she was only making them dirtier. "We are going to be late on our first day!"

Okay, so maybe Beca lied about not having any friends at her new school.

This tall brunette who was currently dressed in the shortest shorts Beca has ever had the chance to witness and a black blouse which was on the verge of exploding due to her watermelons she calls tits, wasn't just some friend. If anything, she was Beca's best friend but even that didn't sum her up enough. Stacie grew up in a shit family all around. Her parents were too rich to care and with her mom constantly working at shoots for magazines and her dad off on conference meetings every other night, she didn't really have anyone to take care of her. That was until elementary school and Beca walked in on the poor girl stuffing her bra with that thin, brittle toilet paper janitors would stock up every other month. Embarrass would be an understatement of what Stacie felt when she locked eyes with that petrified, tiny little fourth grade girl. If only the girl knew that if she waited a few more years those mosquito bites would erupt into D's, basically almost causing the girl to get a boob reduction. Not that she would ever.

Anyways, since then, Beca and Stacie have been inseparable. The girl even moved into Beca's house with her father when they had their 8th grade continuation. Beca and Stacie thought it would be a fight with her parents but honestly, they just sort of let her go. They assumed that without Stacie under the roof, they wouldn't have to 'fake' parenting.

Assholes.

"Thanks for breakfast by the way." Beca muttered, taking a seat at the table while she watched Stacie do the dishes. "Also, we are going to school, not a strip club."

Stacie slowly turned around on her heels, smirking as Beca eyed her body up and down. The girl was extremely good looking and had all the assets to flaunt so Beca couldn't blame her.

In middle school she even won most sexiest and most likely to become a model after high school.

She was in seventh grade when she won.

Let that sink in.

"Gotta make an impression, Becs." Stacie grinned at Beca, obviously proud of her choice of outfit.

"And that impression issss?"

"Stop being so JV Beca. We are new to the school but also, we are seniors! Everybody knows everybody, except for us. We have to be highlighted out of those dumb, school boy monkeys we are about to meet and by that-" Stacie strutted her way to where Beca was sitting and placed her dish watery hands over her boobs. "I mean, expose these bad boys and we are a shoe in."

"Dude!" Beca yelped, swiping Stacie's hands off her chest. "Don't do that!" Beca tried to hide her embarrassment under Stacie's cackles.

"Come on Beca. It you actually stopped looking like a teenage boy who was about to try out for the rock band down at our local bar and actually showed off your tits, you'd get all the babes." Looking at Stacie offended while she bashed her clothes, she rolled her eyes at the wink her friend threw over her shoulder.

Sexual orientation wasn't really something Beca finalized herself with. She hated labels and if you were hot, she liked you and probably wanted to suck your face. Even though majority of the time those encounters were with girls.

As far as Stacie, she thought the same way but her views lead more to, if you had a heart beat, you were probably going to end up banging. No way around it; not that people complained. Stacie lost her virginity at the age of ten. Beca didn't even know what a vagina was until she made it to middle school so finding out her friend lost her v card at ten? And that was only with a boy. She lost her other card with a girl her freshman year of high school.

Stacie Conrad was a fucking legend. Something like a sex god.

"I'm going to act like you didn't just hurt my feelings and also, pretend like I forgot you at home." Beca sat up from the chair but not before grabbing an apple out of the bowl placed on the table.

"Oh come on Beca!" Stacie was laughing. Without acknowledging Stacie, she threw her backpack over her shoulder and took a chunk out of her apple. Before leaving the kitchen and her annoying hyena as a friend, she raised a single middle finger up in the air.

"Have fun walking to school jumbo tits!" Beca yelled over her shoulder with a mouth full of apple.


After teasing Stacie down the street, stopping every few feet and watching the tall brunette run to grab the handle of Beca's passenger door just so she could get in while Beca howled in laughter, she decided that they were going to be late if they didn't start driving. And they really didn't want to be late on their first day of classes at their new school.

"Wow this place is pretty cool." They girls pulled into the student parking lot right behind the school, allowing them to get a full view of the building. "It's way bigger than our last school and look..." Stacie got out of Beca's jeep and pointed over at the football field which currently had the entire team running sprints and doing push ups. Topless. "Yummmmy," Stacie purred.

Beca also got out of her jeep and turned in the direction where Stacie's gaze was.

"Gag me." Beca motioned her fingers in her mouth, acting like she was throwing up. Of course Stacie was already on the hunt for some 'booty call'. Beca scrunched her face in disgust and started walking away from her tall friend.

It took a few moments before Stacie realized that Beca left her but eventually, heavy breathing and heels 'clanking' against the cement, she made it up to her friend.

"Can you like… wait before you jump the horse on some guy?" Beca's voice turned serious. "I don't want to see you miserable because some douche bag guy decided to cheat on you again. You're too pretty for that."

"Awhh Becs," Stacie gushed, wrapping her arm around the tiny brunette. Instantly, she leaned her head on Stacie's chest, right above her boob.

Beca always thought the two of them fit like the corner of a puzzle piece. Those were the easiest and most simple pieces of the puzzle before you got to the complicated part. Being friends with Stacie was simple and easy and because she was a whole head taller than Beca, it was really easy to fall in the divot under her armpit, making it snug and sturdy. Stacie was Beca's corner piece of her puzzle.

"I mean it Stace. Take a break. Wait until college or something," Beca informed again, hoping Stacie would understand.

Stacie had her mouth open to reply but all the words were taken right out of her mouth when a tall, green eyed blonde crossed in front of the two. Not having the quick enough reflexes to stop, Beca and Stacie ran right into the blonde girl, knocking everything she had onto the sidewalk.

"Oh I'm sorry!" Stacie quickly apologized to the blonde and automatically kneeled down to help pick up the girl's binders and books.

As Stacie was picking up the books, she noticed the girl had to be a smart one. It wasn't because there was a brochure to Yale on one of the binders. That would've been too easy. The girl had to sign up for every AP class known to man including organic chemistry, physics and government.

"What is your GPA?" Stacie asked as she collected all of the blonde's books scattered on the ground. When Stacie lifted her head, she was greeted with those mesmerizing green eyes.

"Did you guys hit me so hard that you knocked me out and I skipped a century? Is this how people greet each other in 2115?" The blonde smiled at the stunned brunette who was carrying all of her school supplies. They both stood up from the ground and the blonde brushed out the wrinkles she got from squatting. "That's a pretty risky question for someone I've never met before. Are you guys new?" Stacie and Beca both nodded.

"I'm Stacie and that's-" Stacie gestured over to her friend, "-Beca. Just moved here from Portland."

"I see. Are you guys seniors?" Aubrey reached out her hand and shook Beca's and Stacie's while they nodded at her question. "Cool we are in the same class," Aubrey chirped, taking her hand back. "I hope you guys enjoy Barden. It's not as bad as it looks." Aubrey winked and Stacie basically melted into a heated puddle.

Stacie wasn't replying. Instead, she was just nodding her head frantically up and down, sporting a creepy pedophile smile at the girl they just met. Aubrey kept glancing down at her books that were still placed in Stacie's arms and with her elbow, Beca nudged her friend in the ribs, hoping she would give Aubrey back her books and break this awkward encounter they were now in.

"Oh!" Stacie snapped out of it, quickly giving back the blonde her school things.

Aubrey slowly reached out for her books, brushing a piece of blonde hair behind her ear.

"If you guys need anything; a tutor, a guide, someone to get you through this Hell hole." All the girls laughed. "Just let me know." Aubrey smiled and the girl's mirrored it.

Turning to start walking into the building, the blonde stopped and looked over her shoulder at the two girls she just met.

"Weighted, 4.26. Unweighted, 4.0."

"Wait what?" Stacie knitted her eyebrows together. Out of their little encounter, she totally forgot the first question she asked the blonde when she had the pleasure of running into her.

Before Stacie could ask again, the blonde disappeared into the school.

"Okay Beca. I know you said to hold up on the boys but you said nothing about girls." Stacie's eyes were still fixated on the school doors that the blonde went into. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"Ooookaayy Romeo. Let's get to class." Beca wanted to avoid all sappy lovey quotes from Stacie so she hurried to wrap her arm through the taller girl's and drug her the way into the school.

Usually, schools look elegant and rich from the outside with their fancy glass windows and newly polished paint that borders them and as far as the inside, it's the complete opposite. There's usually trash scattered all over the floors and graffiti covering the bathroom stalls but Barden? Yeah it was classy inside and out.

"This school is not disappointing me oneee bit." Stacie said, admiring the school's lockers and posters.

"Oh totally," Stacie scrunched her face at Beca's sarcasm. "This overly bright yellow and green doesn't make me want to yak one bit."

"You're so dramatic. Why are we friends again?"

"I think it's my irresistible charm." Beca smirked, gesturing down her tiny figure while Stacie rolled her eyes. "Or the fact that I'm supporting a roof over your head."

"Bitch, I am choosing to live under that roof." Stacie gently pushed Beca into the set of lockers that lined through the hallway. It was meant to be a light shove but with Beca weighing like ten pounds, she hit the metal harder than Stacie intended.

"Um ow," Beca rubbed the newly injured spot on her arm. "The amount of violence you have towards me is worrying."

"I'm kidding! I enjoy your company and I'm very appreciative that you allowed me into your house. You're the sister I never had." Without the chance to dodge, Stacie hooked her arms around Beca's neck, smothering her with her chest. Hands were flailing as the grip on the tiny brunette got tighter and tighter.

The two were busy hugging, not aware that they had a group of football jocks in letter-man jackets watching the interaction. It wasn't until Beca heard a whistle from the group of guys and untangled herself from the leggy, half dressed brunette.

"Nice!" One of the football players said, pulling his fist out of his jacket and high fiving another player from the team. Beca scrunched her face in confusion, not really knowing what they were cheering about. All around, it was weird and made Beca uncomfortable. Stacie, it didn't even look like their audience phased her.

The bell rang, warning all the students in the hallway that they had five minutes to get to their class.

"Well that wasn't fucking creepy at all," Beca curiously said, cocking her head to the side as the two brunette's watched the football gang walk down the hallway but not without getting a few smirks from random players over their shoulders. "What do you think that was about?"

"Don't know. Boys just being boys."

"Pigs…" Beca muttered under her breath. The two continued to walk down the hallway of their new school.

"What class do you have Becs?"

"Ummm-" Beca threw over her backpack and burrowed through her binders, papers, folders and all the other pointless shit she needed for school. Finally retrieving right the piece of paper, "-anatomy. Fuck me." Beca whined, throwing her schedule back into her backpack.

"Don't worry. You know who to go to if you are struggling." Beca smiled at her friend. That's right, Stacie was like super genius when it came to anything math or science. It doesn't really look like it when you meet her but deep down, she could be related to Einstein or something. "At least it's not physics which I have the pleasure of attending first."

"Oh even worse. Hey, maybe you'll meet up with blondie again. She had the smarts didn't you say?"

"Oh she did and is." Stacie was lost in her little fantasy world about the blonde they met earlier.

"Well I better go before I'm late. Catch you for lunch?"

Stacie snapped out of her fantasy and nodded towards Beca. "Of course. Have a good first day, Becs."

The two of them hugged again before splitting up. Beca watched Stacie strutted down the hallway and laughed at all the guys heads turning when she walked by.

As she turned around to continue down to her class, she was stopped by a group of girls whispering something into each other's girls were obviously laughing at whatever Beca did but, she couldn't understand why. Just like the football jocks, they were watching the entire encounter between her and Stacie. Obviously, this school was on the tip-pity top of the tower when it came to being nosey. Seriously, did anyone have anything better to do?

"What the fuck is up with these people?" Beca muttered under her breath. Deciding to leave the snickering girls behind, she made her way towards her first class of the day.


Beca really misjudged the amount of time it would take her to get to her class. On her schedule, it should've said it was on the totally opposite side of where everything important was and simply by the chess club room and lets just face it. Nobody goes to that room.

Being as awkward as ever, ( it was Beca's forte) she walked into her anatomy class. As soon as she stepped in, all of her future classmates' heads twisted to the door to look at Beca. She really didn't understand why whenever someone was late, kids would just stare at you like you were a dog walking on its hind legs or something.

"Uhhh hi." Beca waved awkwardly at the teacher who stopped their writing on the whiteboard. At least she was in the right room and didn't have do that awkward new kid, 'I walked into the wrong classroom bit.' There was obvious human skeletons placed around the room and even had a hint of formaldehyde fuming around the class and into Beca's nostrils. "Sorry I'm late."

"You must be new," The teacher informed and it took every muscle in Beca's body to not come back with something sarcastic. "I'll give you a warning but next time, it will be an absence. Take a seat…." He walked over to his desk and pulled up the clipboard that was on top. "Rebecca… Mitchell is that right?"

Beca winced at the use of her full name. Curse her father for such a thing.

"Just Beca," she corrected.

"Well Beca, go ahead and take a seat."

The classroom was packed. There had to be at least sixty people enrolled and with that many people, seats were limited. She walked through the aisles in between the desks, avoiding all eye contact with her other classmates who infact, were making her super uncomfortable with their guppy fish eyes and headed to the back. Taking a seat at literally the last desk placed in the classroom, she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her binder. She really had to get here on time and if she didn't, remember to bring her glasses at least. Even with squinting or slightly leaning over her desk, she couldn't read anything the teacher was writing on the board.

Mid squint, she was interrupted by a poke to her shoulder with a pencil. She turned her head to where the poke came from and was greeted with goofy, brown haired boy.

"Hey new girl," he whispered. It wasn't even seconds before Beca was already annoyed with the person she was sitting next to.

Beca faked a quick smile at the boy before returning to her squint at the board. The only words she was able to pick up was 'bones' 'human' and 'blood.' That pretty much sums up anatomy right?

Beca felt another poke to her shoulder and a few 'psst' before she was fed up and sharply turned her head back to her annoying classmate.

"What?" She quietly snapped, trying not to make the conversation between them noticeable.

"Wow." He was a little taken back by the sharpness in her tone. "Feisty. I like it." Beca rolled her eyes, hoping to get the point out that she wanted to be left alone. "I'm Jesse… by the way."

"I'm not interested….by the way."

"Ouch!" Jesse said, dramatically clenching his heart.

His outburst was a little too loud for their teacher's liking and after getting lectured for talking when the teacher was, they continued back to taking notes.

Some time went by of silence before the boy started talking again.

"You girls always think a guy is trying to get into your pants. I have a girlfriend for your information."

"Oh isn't she lucky," Beca said sarcastically while Jesse just grinned at her with that corny and already annoying as shit smile on his face. Realizing that the boy wasn't going to stop staring at her until she talked to him, she twisted her chair around locking her irritated navy blue eyes with his annoying brown. "What do you want?"

Before the boy had the chance to answer, Beca's focus was switched when one of her other classmates went up to the board to write some answers down. Expecting to see another random student who Beca will probably avoid at all cost, she saw flaming red hair on top of a banging body. The girl obviously worked out and Beca noted that when the girl reached up to write and her back muscles blew up through her tank top. Not only that but, the yoga pants she was wearing did wonders for her back side. The backside of this girl was on the verge of putting Beca into shock. She couldn't even imagine what her front side looked like.

"Chloe Beale. Small town girl from Tennessee, killer voice and banging body." Beca couldn't help but agree with Jesse. Just as she was about to reply, the redhead turned around from the board. Her back side was something to drool about but her front side was the tipping point of putting Beca into a coma.

Well hypothetically.

The redhead was on her way back to her seat but as she sat down, she looked towards the back of the classroom and made eye contact with Beca. Her lips curved up instantly, flaunting a beaming smile before she sat down, leaving Beca to drool over the back of her perfect head.

"Okay, you're pathetic." Beca was snapped out of her daze with that annoying voice she wish would just go away. Seriously, it was like those annoying fruit flies you get around your house when you buy fruit and you constantly try to swat away. "Even us guys don't make staring at girls, picturing them naked THAT obvious."

"Dude!" Beca snapped at the boy. She was seriously five seconds away from smacking that ugly grin off his face. "What do you want?"

"You need to lighten up grouch." Jesse snickered, tapping his pen on his desk.

"It's Beca," she corrected for the second time in less than an hour.

"Well Beca. Don't want the school getting the wrong idea of you now should they? Students here are vicious and will believe anything you put in their pea brains."

"Is that so?" Beca gave up on trying to write anything the teacher was saying and shockingly, gave her full attention to Jesse.

"Truth." His face was deadpan. "Just… people assume whatever they see. Don't want you to be thrown under something that isn't true."

*RING RING*

"Alright class-" The teacher said after hearing the school bell go off. "-homework is to start diagram 1.2 and start flash cards of the vocab regarding the skeletal system." Fuck. Of course they had homework and Beca didn't learn one thing nor could she see.

Beca stood up and was putting her things away until she felt another poke to her shoulder from behind.

Grunting in frustration, "Jesse for fuck sakes, go away!" Beca snapped, slowly turning her body around to face the boy. Only it wasn't the annoying boy she had to sit next to all class period but in fact, it was the redhead she spent half the class day dreaming about since she couldn't take notes.

"Well that's one way to greet someone who is kindly offering her notes to the poor girl that sat so far back in the classroom, she was basically in the shadows."

Oh sweet Jesus. This girl was stunning from afar but now having the the chance to be eye level with her, I think I'm dreaming. And god look at those eyes! They're so blue. Beca thought to herself, not tearing her gaze from the smirking redhead in front of her.

How can someone's eyes be that blue and her smile. Man that smile could cure cancer!

"Hellllo? Beca?"

Oh my God she knows my name! Shaking her head out of her thoughts, she cleared her throat. "Uhh… hey."

"Hi." She kept smiling. "So, do you want my notes? I had to sit here last year for a day and I swear, I could've gotten away with murder being this far away from everybody." The redhead giggled and Beca's insides turned to mush. Can this girl get anymore adorable?

"Oh yeah!" Beca chirped, a little to loud for her liking. She cleared her throat again, hoping this girl didn't notice how nervous she currently was. "I mean… for sure. Thanks-"

"Chloe." She cut Beca off with her hand stretched out in front of her. Beca mirrored her smile and was going to shake the girl's hand but remembered she was nervous and when she was nervous, her hands started sweating. Instead, she dodged the girl's hand and reached forward, giving Chloe a firm squeeze to her shoulder.

"Nice to meet you Chloe." Chloe awkwardly laughed and Beca knew she was trying to be as polite as possible but even Beca knew what she just did was hella fucking awkward. She quickly retracted her hand back off of Chloe's shoulder.

"You too Beca." Even though she was uncomfortable, Chloe still kept that beaming smile on her face the entire time. "If you have any question, I put my number on the front of my notebook." Beca glanced down and sure enough, highlighted in disgusting pink but nicely written handwriting was a ten digit number. "Just let me know what you're having trouble with and maybe I could help."

"Sweet," Beca responded, looking up from the number and at the redhead.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Beca. Don't let this school eat you alive before we get the chance to hang out kay?"

Why does everybody keep saying that to me? Is this school that bad?

Beca instantly nodded and pretty sure she got whiplash from the speed she did it at. Before she got the chance to ask Chloe what she meant, the girl was gone. It was also pretty weird how fast she left the room. It was like she was a ghost or a hallucination created by Beca's delusional mind. The only thing confirming that it wasn't a dream was the the flowered notebook she had in her hands along with the girl's cell number in that bright pink writing.

Forgetting her question for Chloe, she smiled at the number and tossed the things into her backpack, making her way out of the empty classroom.


Well what do you think?! Let me know! Feed back is always good with new stories.

If you guys seem to like it, I'll post part two sometime tomorrow :)

Till next time lovelies,

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo