Soooo. Hello, dunno if you've ever read any of my fics. But I'm wdavidson ( two face, seductive angel : works). This was a little thing my and my bae came up with together. Tell me if we should continue. We have a rough plot line ,no set in stone end game couple yet so that's what yall decide as the story goes on ,if it does. Sorry for how short it is, I suppose it's like a little taster. I'm pretty bad with updating but I'll try , alright? XD

Ohh yeah, no promo but if u wanna check out my other fics and or my tumblr : potatobloegoals, I have like 0 followers but I'll talk to you if you want. That's a little awkward. Excuse my awkwardness. Ummm...

I do not own pitch perfect or any of its characters. Sadly.

Cheerio $$$ wdavidson

A rapid knocking on the door. Shuffling and angry murmurs on the other side as the door slowly opened.

" What do you want Amy? !" said the well dressed ,short , brunette figure.

"I thought you would be a little nicer to me since we became friends. " the figure glared at her as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. A cold ,harsh winter had taken a hold on the city of Barden.

" But! Alas I have found you some customers. Three to be exact-" Fat Amy was cut off by the petite woman in front of her.

" You know I don't do that shit anymore. I-"

" Why do you still have it then? And don't say it's sentimentality . The memories of all the people you fucked on there must make it hard...having something like that in the basement. "

" Well how the hell do you sleep on your own bed ?! With all your boyfriends ,stringing them along. Fucking decide ,OK? ! My relationships with those people were truly business like . Therapist to client . Many of them never even saw the room . We stayed in the office ." The angry red faced brunette stormed over to her car .

"OK. ..I'm sorry Beca. I walked from the university in these terrible conditions , just for this ! These three people are really special to me, fellow hoes from the acapella group. You understand right ? I never do shit like this " Beca nods slowly, millions of thoughts rushing into her head . " Soooo . You want those files ? You'll like them ."

Beca started the engine ." OK! Fine! Email me them later."

" How much cash should they bring ?"

" I'm done with the Fucking business , it's on the house alright !?"

She never managed to hear Amy's reply as she sped off towards work .

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Shit! Shit shit shit ! Oh bloody hell ,what have I done ?! So stupid. You're Soooo stupid Beca!

" Wow I can even imagine my mother going ' Rebeca Anne Mitchell ,I did not raise you to be like this. I'm ashamed of you . Get out of my sight '. Ohh wait yeah? She did Fucking say that 6 goddamn years ago ! Maybe she was onto something " Beca spoke out loud .

She reached over to put the radio on .

-what do you mean- ' I have no idea radio gods .'

Change of channel once again.

- Is it too late now to say sorry – ' Most definitely radio gods. I have dug a very deep whole and since I'm so Fucking small I can't get out .'

- Where are you now that I need you– ' in hell most likely '

"you know what fuck you Justin Bieber? Why is every goddamn radio station playing one of your songs? Please tell me!" Beca lashes out in frustration, hitting the horn by accident causing fellow drivers around to curse at her .

She drives in the uncomfortable silence of her car as her brain fries.

She arrives .Gets out with an inner pep talk playing inside her head .

YOU ARE BECA EFFIN MITCHELL . YOU ARE A CALM,SOPHISTICATED, INDEPENDENT WOMAN AND YOU WILL CRUSH TODAY . YOU'RE THE BIG BM. YOU WILL BE THE BEST CORONER IN THIS STATE . GOT IT ? GO GET IT GIRL!

And set off with the hope of making her life worth something. Not just merely existing.

/

( later that day )

Beca was checking her emails as one does. Anticipating the one from Fat Amy . And there it was . With three separate attachments ,one for each of the clients .

Yet she was surprised to see the lack of name ,everything else was filled out to the brim on each and everyone , perhaps even too much detail ( hotness ratings ,rough size of their butt's , sizes . Id say that's a little too much). Attachment 1 was named 'A', number 2 was 'S' and the third being 'C' .

Of course there was a little note from Amy at the end :

Me , Cynthia and Lily have placed bets on the one you'll like the most. I'm going for S on this one , you're gonna like those legs

Oh god. Speaking of which I have no idea how they look like . Although from the VERY detailed paper I have a rough vision of their body shape. S has the biggest tits . Well A and C also, by the looks of it, are gonna have a nice rack . Yay , my birthday came early ...ughhhh fuck me. Why?

Cynthia thinks it's gonna be A . I sorta see it but then not again, she the aca- Nazi I swear .

Alrighty then ? I've never had to deal with someone Hitler like . Note to self : if Fat Amy is actually being serious call the appropriate authorities.

And lily thinks it's C, I'm pretty sure everyone has a crush in her , even if it's the littlest one .

Interesting . There was a whole page about her eyes , hope they live up to it . Add a little bit of pleasure to my life maybe .

OK . I know you usually make the timetables but you know how uni is. So:

A – Monday 13:00 to 16:00 . 3 hours for aca-nazi.

S- Wednesday 10:00 to 14:00 . 4 hours for aca-slut.

C- Friday – 16:00 to 20:00 . 4 hours for aca- no soul fairy being .

To be completely honest, even I chuckled at that...only a little bit though. No soul fairy being? Guess I'll have to find out for myself . She seemed nice enough from the description though .

Oh and don't say you can't make it cuz I know your schedule of by heart.

Dammit .

I could have thought of something to get myself out of this situation yet there I was typing out ' OK whatever , go ahead '. Something in this caught my eye ,it intrigued me and that is something particularly difficult to do . Maybe I can learn from this too, even if it hurts . What's a little more pain ey?