Hey

So this has been running through my head for ages,

anyway I hope you enjoy =)

Also thanks to my Beta percabethatw whose been a really great help

Disclaimer: I dont own pitch perfect


To be honest my reason for snapping at that annoyingly perky idiot was completely justified; she was bugging the hell out of me.

I raise my hand to cut her off and give my best trained smile. "Please just stop, you're doing my head in," I state, grabbing the whistle out of her hand and dumping it in my bag.

"You've been a wonderful help!" I yell, laying the sarcasm thick, not being bothered by her shocked expression.

I soon regret my mistake as I stand in the middle of the campus utterly lost. Sighing, I run my hand through my hair.

"This cannot be happening," I mutter slipping on my aviator,s both to try and stop me squinting due to the sunlight and to try and alleviate my headache, which was most probably caused by my comfort drinking yesterday.

Grabbing one of the freshman's campus maps, I quickly scan it for my room. Thankfully, it's printed on my admissions form, which is currently in my other hand.

"Room 268 , Block C," I mutter, and when I realize it's 5 minutes in the opposite direction I groan. "I hate you karma," I say to no one in particular.

"Yeah, karma's a bitch." A voice joined my private conversation with myself, and when I turned, the person smirked and added, "Sometimes."

I scrutinized the person. Call it a bad habit, but when you've been growing up in boarding schools, you learn to be cautious with anyone.

Seeing my obvious suspicion, the person—who is male, I might add—smirks even wider and holds out his hand. "Mark."

Being brought up with lady-like manners, even though I rebelled, didn't teach me nothing, so I accepted his handshake. "Rowan," I say slowly, still scrutinizing the guy.

"Do you want any help?" He asks, leaning against a nearby lamppost. "You have a lot of stuff," He comments, pointing to the two suitcases and 4 cardboard boxes by my side. That's not even including the two heavy bags on my shoulder.

"No shit, Sherlock," I comment, rolling my eyes and picking up one of the cardboard boxes and balancing it on my suitcase.

Mark raises his hands in defense. "You don't have to be snarky, I'm just trying to be helpful."

I sigh and brush my hair out of my face. "I'm sorry. I'm jet lagged, I've just got off a nine hour flight and now I have to lug all my stuff in the opposite direction," I snap.

"It's sounds like you have a lot on your plate, Rowan," Mark states, folding his arms behind his head and scrunching up his nose. "You don't need me to get in the way."

"Thanks for the chivalrous attitude, mate," I call out sarcastically as we walk in separate directions. I'm expecting a silent reply but instead I'm surprised.

"Anytime Mi Lady , talk to you later!" He calls out.

Determined to have the final word I shout, "Probably not!"


When I finally manage to get my stuff up to my tiny single, I'm exhausted and my back aches. Collapsing on to the futon, I look at my pile of stuff and groan. Unpacking wasn't the problem. Being at boarding school since the age of seven did give you some useful skills .It was getting started.

Looking out of my window I see a sign reading Activities Fair and debate whether or not to go. On one hand, I could stay in my stuffy room to unpack, or I could wander around outside on a bright sunny day. It wasn't a difficult choice.

I'm looking at one of the sports stalls when a familiar and welcoming voice calls out, "Look what trouble, brought over the pond," Becca states with her hands on her hips.

I shrug, grinning. "Becks!" I exclaim. "What, missed me?" I say before walking towards my old friend.

"Why didn't you tell me you coming to Barden?" Becca sounds slightly hurt, but I shrug.

"I wanted to surprise you with my gracious presence," I joke. We both busted out laughing and went to hug each other.

However, instead of hugging normally, we both did a series of complicated movements which ended up confusing us both, leaving us unsure whether we should shake hands or high five or what.

"You messed up," Becca says smirking, thinking that she had won. Pfft, please. I had a card up my sleeve.

"We weren't sure, Becks, on one of those occasions we were drunk, " I proudly state, holding up one finger. Then after a moment of deliberating, I add another finger. "Or maybe both," I say, unsure.

Becca laughs and shakes her head. "I missed you Rowan."

I grin in response and look over her shoulder to see a group of girls of all different ethnicities awkwardly standing there.

"I think your friends are waiting Becks," I obviously state as she spins round and lightly punches me in the arm.

"Stopping kidding around Ro," She says before introducing me to her friends. I quickly learn that they are part of an all-female a cappella group, which Becca's part of. At that point I burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, Becks," I apologize, seeing the hurt look on Becca's face "It's just that , I would have never thought of you as an aca-girl."

"Looks can be deceiving," Becca states raising her eyebrows, looking at me pointedly.

I hold up my hands in defeat. "Fair point, Becks."

"So are you going to audition this year?" The brunette asks, who I think is called Stacie.

"For what?" I say confused, not sure where this conversation is going.

All eight girls give me an incredulous look. "What? I'm jet lagged!" I defend.

"Where are you from?" Lily asks. Well, I think it's Lily, but she asked it so quietly I had to strain my ears.

"London, UK," I proudly state, then add, "Devon as well, sort off." Then I shake my head, realizing we're of topic. "What are the auditions for?"

"The a cappella groups" Becca explains "We have The Barden Bellas, which is us; BU Harmonics, who do a LOT of Madonna; The high notes," she says, pointing to group siting on the grass across from them, smoking something that was probably illegal. Becca raises her eyebrows, "And the …"

"Treblemakers," My newly found friend Mark announces as he comes up to our gathering with a group of guys behind him.

"Not you again," I groan which causes Mark to smirk and the others to look confused.

"You know him?" Cynthia Rose asks sounding surprised.

I sigh and shove my aviators further up my nose. "If you mean him being extremely unhelpful, yes I know him."

A guy with brown hair standing behind Mark folds his arms and calls out, "So, are you Bellas ready to renounce your title?"

"No way, Jesse, I think we're happy keeping it," Becca responds smirking.

"Why not test it out right here right now?" Jesse responds, taking a step towards Becca, whilst the two groups glared each other down. I was so lost.

"Save it for the riff off," The blonde chick says, standing next Becks.

"Come on, Fat Amy, let's just see who's best!" Another guy calls out.

"I don't think so Donald," Stacie says, taking a stance next to Fat Amy.

Part of me wanted to stay to see this, then the other half told me I don't belong. My cluelessness must have been written all over my face, cause Mark leans in and whispers,

"See Snarky girl, A cappella is not lame!" Patting me on the shoulder, he adds, "Welcome to our world."

I shrug him off. "Do I look like I care, joker boy?" I counter back.

Mark acts like I've shot him in the heart, which leaves me not amused. "Oh god, you know, one day you're retorts are going to puncture me in the heart."

I crack a smile. "I'm looking forward to that."

Mark lifts his hands in glory. "First time I've seen you smile, snarky girl. You look a lot prettier with it on. You should keep the look."

I scoff and roll my eyes, looking at how far the conversation had gone between Becca and Jesse. I decide to take my leave.

Just as I'm walking away I turn round and shout, "Becks, when shall we do the bucket list?" Not caring that I've interrupted their conversation. "What about tomorrow evening?" I suggest walking backwards not looking behind me.

Becca looks slightly disappointed. "I'm sorry Ro, I can't, I've got A cappella commitments."

I'm slightly hurt by this, but I shake it off. "Doesn't matter Becks, have to unpack anyway." Then I smirk. "It will just prolong the anticipation. I'm pretty sure I'll beat you this time."

Becca rolls her eyes and smirks. "We'll see."

Turning back around, I start to head towards my dorm. I'm already finished at the activities fair, but just before I'm out of ear shot Becca calls out, "I'll see you at auditions then?"

"Probably not!"


Thank for reading =)