Rest of My Life
"I know that we all think we're immortal. We're supposed to feel that way... we're graduating.
But what makes life valuable is that it doesn't last forever,
what makes life precious is that it ends.
Time is luck.
So, don't waste it living someone else's life,
make yours count for something.
And I know there will be dark days ahead of us,
days where you feel alone...
that's when hope is needed most."
- The Amazing Spiderman 2
Xx-xx-xX
Chapter 1
Last year, Beca... The brunette thought as she stood outside the large green and yellow emblem of one Barden High. The 17-year-old secured her headphones around her ears for what seemed like the nth time before her hands were shoved into her hoodie pocket.
Beca kept her head low as she sauntered through the grey halls before stopping at her locker. Punching in her code, the brunette checked through what subjects she had that dayandrolled her eyes as she read over, Science. Why her dad made her take that class when she had zero interest in it was a puzzle on its own. Her frown suddenly disappeared while noticing a double period of music.
Hearing the bell ring, she shoved the necessary books into her backpack and slammed her locker shut before making her way to first period.
Beca didn't get too far as, 'Mitchell' was being faintly chanted through her headphones. Pulling them to rest on her neck, she turned to face the caller.
"Bumper," She greeted coldly. The boy stood slightly over her with a smirk set on his face. "Aw, that's no way to treat an old friend, Mitchell." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Be a little more- Enthusiastic, maybe? I mean we haven't seen each other in forever."
Bumper smirked as the brunette stood still, showing no emotion. He pushed off her, "What's wrong? You mute or something?" He questioned comically, laughing as he turned to look at his bunch of buddies that trailed along him. "At least speak… Jesus, some friend you are." He spat.
"How about you go fuck yourself?" Beca finally said.
"And it speaks!" Bumper grinned. "Oh, wait... Did I call us friends?" He questioned with a beam, making his way closer pointing directly at her, "We're not. You're a freak, Mitchell. The emo-alt girl of Barden, whereas I'm…" Trailing off, his eyebrows furrowed, "back me up boys," he whispered behind him.
"You're the best?" One pointed out.
"No, something better."
"Umm, Barden's King?" A dark-haired boy to Bumper's left spoke but came out more like a question. The answer made Beca roll her eyes.
Oblivious to the confusion, Bumper smiled, "Much, better. Uni, learn from Donald next time." He directed to the boy balancing on a Unicycle before turning back to the girl. "Let's move along now boys, no point wasting precious time on this pathetic loser," And with a laugh he gripped the younger girl's headphones pulling them forward and letting them snap back before shoving her out of the way.
"Bye, Beca!" He cheerily called back before exiting through a door.
Rolling her eyes once again, Beca sighed. She looked to her headphones, checking they weren't broken before securing them around her head and once again, made her way to first period.
Keeping her head low, Beca didn't notice the student that was briskly walking her way and the two crashed into each other.
I mean, Beca's not keen on class but fuck... will she ever actually arrive?
"Shit. Sorry, man." Beca apologized, looking up her eyes locked onto dark ones. Standing, she held her hand out to help him up. Accepting the offer, the boy smiled, "Don't worry about. It's partially my fault." He said. "I'm Jesse," He smiled and held his hand out. Looking down, Beca studied it, feeling a little apprehensive she decided against shaking it.
"Beca." Was all she said.
"Nice to meet you, Beca."
"You too man and like sorry, you know for walking… into you." The girl trailed off, looking around uncomfortably.
"Don't sweat it." Jesse assured with a goofy grin, Beca watched as he looked to the clock on the wall. "Shit, we'd better hurry unless we want detention." Beca lazily shrugged as the brunette boy glanced back at her. "Well, I better get going. It was really nice to meet you Beca!" He tapped her on the shoulder before making his way around and shuffling down the hallway.
Xx-xx-xX
Grinning, Beca opened the large door that read Music & Performing Arts, walking into the classroom, she took in that it was empty. The classroom was built like a small theatre, which Beca always loved, yet it confused her how a high school like Barden could afford it all. The room itself had five rows of black seats that were lined out, a small stage sat below them with a grand piano right in the middle. Behind were large red curtains that were lit up by the small lights hung from the ceiling.
Pulling her headphones to rest around her neck, Beca made her way down the steps and slid into one of the chairs. Glancing around, the teenager took out her phone and waited patiently.
Her eyes snapped to the side door from hearing it open.
"Early today, Ms. Mitchell," Mrs. Jones, the head of music and drama, stated with a warm smile as she came out from her office.
"Aren't I always?" Beca replied.
"Touché" The older woman grinned while sitting at the piano. Placing sheet music on top.
Mrs. Jones had been teaching Beca throughout her time in Barden, the two forming a good bond over the years. Mrs. Jones being one of the few teachers that Beca actually liked.
"How was summer?" She asked the younger girl.
"The usual you know. Made mixes, played guitar..." She shrugged, playing with the wire cord of her headphones.
"How are the mixes coming along?"
"Good, I think. You can take a listen to them if you want? And I've been thinking about maybe starting to produce my own music."
"I will and you should. Your mixes are really great, Beca. I don't doubt for a second that your music will be anything but amazing."
"Thanks, Mrs. J. I really appreciate it." Beca looked up, a genuine smile on her face.
"You know I only state the truth," Seeing the door open and students flood in, Mrs. Jones stood up. "Now of course, you'd let your favorite teacher hear what you've produced, right?"
"You bet."
Later that day, the brunette trudged her way into the kitchen of her house. She threw her rucksack carelessly to the floor before opening the fridge and grabbing herself a juice pouch. After minor struggle of pinching the straw through, the brunette hopped onto the counter.
The house was empty. As usual. Beca was used to this. The silence, that is. Her parents, Richard and Mary Mitchell, were rarely home, considering that her father was the owner and founder of Oscorp Industries which meant Beca's mom often followed him being she was his assistant. This lead to Beca barley seeing them throughout the summer as they had decided she was old enough to be home alone.
Don't get her wrong, Beca never hated it. If anything, she enjoyed having the house to herself. It gave her the freedom to mix and work on her music without the constant babbling about college from her father.
Hopping down from the counter, Beca threw her empty juice pouch in the trash before making her way to the main room. She grabbed her laptop on the way. Falling onto the sofa, Beca pulled the laptop onto her lap.
Not knowing how long she had been mixing, Beca was brought back to the real world by a faint tapping. Pulling her headphones off, she heard someone knocking on the door. Setting the laptop aside, the brunette made her way to the front door. Sighing, she pulled the door open.
"Hi!"
Whatever Beca was expecting, it definitely was not this.
Stood before her was a beaming girl. A beaming redheaded girl to be exact. Her pearly whites shined in the sunlight as she grinned wide at Beca.
"Can, uh- Can I help you?" Beca stuttered out.
"Nope… I just wanted to say hi," Seeing the other girls furrowed eyebrows, she pointed to the house that was to her left, "I just moved in," She cleared up.
"Oh… umm, welcome to the neighborhood, I guess." The teen shrugged, "I'm Beca."
"Beca…?" She trailed off.
"Mitchell… I-I'm Beca Mitchell," Beca stuttered over her words, again. Shaking her head, Beca let her gaze fall to the ground. The action caused the redhead to giggle prompting the brunette to glance up.
"Chloe Beale," The redhead, Chloe, held her hand out, "I think we're going to be fast friends."
"Is that so?" Beca asked, shaking the hand.
"Yep." Chloe winked.
Xx-xx-xX
A month later and Beca was already done with everything. She hated the entire experience of high school. To the stress of schoolwork, the annoying fights… and Bumper. Fucking hell, did she hate him.
It all sucked.
"BECAW!"
And that happened too... how fun this year was turning out for Beca.
"Hey, Jesse," The DJ greeted while taking out her books for the day.
How she and the brunette boy became friends is still a total mystery. But it turns out that Jesse had taken up the same music class. He tried to say that them becoming friends was inevitable, but… really, he didn't let her say no to his friendship. Instead pestered her. Constantly.
She hates him. (She totally doesn't)
"How's things?" He asked, leaning against the locker. "You still live in that obnoxiously big house of yours?"
"The same as yesterday and... yes," Jesus, she knew she shouldn't have let him over to play video games.
"Aca-awesome then."
"Bingo- wait what?" She questioned, her eyebrows risen.
"Aca-awesome." He clarified with a dopey grin.
"…aca? Wait, you're not into that whole acapella thing, are you?"
"Organized nerd singing is the shit, Bec." He stated watching his friend roll her eyes. "In fact…" Trailing off, Jesse cleared his throat. He took a few steps backward before belting out a few bars of Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone.
In the hallway. With the entire student body watching.
"Dude." Grabbing his arm, Beca pulled him away from the center of attention. "What the hell was that all about?"
"That's show business, baby." He winked with a smirk.
Beca's face scrunched up as she pulled her hand away from his arm as if it were a disease. "Never say that again." She said taking books out from her locker.
"You love it-"
"-oh, I really don't."
"-anyway, you wanna go out tonight?"
"For the last time Jesse, I don't like you." She stated while shutting her locker, turning to face him.
"You wound me, Beca," He clutched his hand over his heart. "But I know… you're so gay, it's distracting."
"Jeez, thanks."
"But really, wanna hang out?" He asked, fixing the strap of the backpack on his left shoulder.
"Define 'hang out'."
"You know, play videos games, maybe watch some movies? There's actually this…" While he was explaining, a flash of red walked by grabbing Beca's attention. Glancing over Jesse's shoulder, Beca watched as the girl stopped by a locker.
Chloe Beale.
She looked beautiful as always with her fiery red mane and sparkling blue eyes. Beca hadn't had much more interaction with the girl ever since their first greeting... but it's not like Beca cared.
Nope.
Even though she was the newcomer, Chloe had already gained a reputation. She was immediately granted access into the popular clique by being friends with head bitch, Aubrey Posen.
"Bec," A hand was waving in her face.
"Hmm?" She looked to Jesse.
"That sound good?" He asked.
"What?"
"For tonight."
"Oh, yeah. Awesome."
"…Aca-Awesome," He corrected with a smirk.
"Shut the fuck up."
Later that day, Beca was sauntering through her house. She couldn't for the life of her find her laptop. Where she had placed it that morning, she'll never know. Walking back down stairs, she sighed. It wasn't in her bedroom or the games room. Jesus, she even checked her parents' room. But nope, nothing.
Strutting through the hallway, the DJ failed to see the backpack below her feet. A squeak was heard from her as her left foot tangled in one of its straps. Falling forward, she caught herself just in time by balancing her hands on the bookshelf in front of her. Looking to the teddy bear sitting on one of the shelves, she pointedly stared it down, "We will never speak of this..."
Her eyes furrowed as her hand just beside the bear was leaning heavily on a book. It wasn't falling over, which was weird. Curiosity took over. Pushing the book forward, Beca watched it fall back, reigniting the sound of a 'click'.
She mumbled, 'please be a secret door' a few times before realizing that nothing was happening. Beca shrugged and made her way to the kitchen.
That was until she heard a loud rumbling noise. The girl stopped in her tracks. Twisting, she saw the bookshelf begin to move. It stopped at a 180-degree angle. Cautiously, she made small steps closer, close enough to see the science lab that was hidden behind. With her eyebrows furrowed, she made her way down the steps that lead into the lab.
"Welcome Dr. Mitchell." A robotic voice said, coming from... somewhere.
Surrounding her were machines and wires and test tubes, which looked to have blood samples in them. Walking towards one, she picked it up, examining it.
"Blood Test, Sample 1: Richard Mitchell"
Placing it back, she noticed the others read the same thing only with different sample numbers. These blood tests were all from her father. Her head snapped to her left as a new door opened.
Smoke whooshed out as a large chamber-like structure came through. It was circular with blue transparent glass. As it stopped in front of her, the blueness from the glass disappeared, giving her a prime view of what was inside.
Spiders.
Was she seeing things?
Placing her hand onto the glass, she moved her face closer to get a better look. There must have been hundreds locked in there. If not thousands.
All surrounded by webbing. Talk about eerie.
To her right, was a passcode entry. Trying a few things, such as her Dad's date of birth, her mother's and their wedding anniversary she found that none of them worked.
For the hell of it, she punched in her own birth date.
Password Successful
She smirked. "The old man does have a heart, after all."
The glass began to move in a maze fashion, making her jump back. An entrance was left open into the structure. Always being one guilty of curiosity, Beca decided to go inside.
It was incredible.
The spiders were all different, unique. Some were glow in the dark, some had blue and red stripes and other were plain black. She flicked a web as if it were a guitar string but halted as soon as she did it.
That was not a good idea.
Oh, it so wasn't.
The webbing began to deflate lower to the ground. Spiders frantically started landing on her as she tried to flick them off.
"Ah!" She yelped as she felt a sharp sting at the back of her neck. Not having time to dwell on it, she continued to flick the spiders away. The alarm system was heard blaring within the lab as the glass structure began to close. Knocking the final spider away, Beca dived through the glass just before it slammed shut. Breathing heavily, she watched as the structure was locked behind its doors.
"Fuck..."
Running back up the steps, she pulled the book back into place and the bookcase moved back to its original position.
Going into her room, she sat down at her desk. What was all that? She thought. Her Dad was doing blood samples and there were fucking spiders. But, why were there spiders?!
Feeling a little lightheaded, the brunette logged onto her computer. Shrugging everything off for the time being.
Checking her emails, she noticed a new one sent from her father only a few hours ago.
From: RichardMitchell_Oscorp
Beca, your mother and I will be home next weekend.
Rolling her eyes at the email, she exited out of it. Feeling a sharp pain on her neck, she brought a hand up to where it hurt. There was, what felt to be a spider bite with something attached. Pulling on it, her eyes squinted as it snapped away. Bringing it around to her eye level, she was face-to-face with a spider web.
A blue and red striped spider dangling from it.
Grabbing a small container from nearby, she carefully set the spider in it before storing it away. Feeling her phone buzz from her pocket, she took it out to see a message from Jesse.
Jesse: Becaw! Ready for tonight? You better be, I'm 5 mins away from your house
"Wait...what?"
Xx-xx-xX
This is so not awesome, Beca thought as she stood in the crowd of rowdy teenagers of the party that Jesse had dragged her to.
Beca hated parties.
The music itself was poorly chosen, for starters. The bass of the shitty EDM track was up too high, causing a ringing in the brunette's ears. The under experienced teens with their alcohol was more than cringy to watch. Oh, and did Beca mention just how much she despised any form of social interaction?
And her so called friend had ditched her. For what reason, she'll never know. So here the DJ was, stood in the corner of the main room, holding a red solo cup. Silently judging those on the makeshift dancefloor.
The DJ's head was ten times more worse than earlier, and the loud music was definitely not helping. Looking down, Beca stared at her soda before taking a sip… contemplating why she even agreed to come here. Oh wait, she didn't.
Making her way out of the room, she plopped down onto a couch nearby before endlessly scrolling through her phone.
After a few minutes, she felt the couch dip beside her. Thinking it was just Jesse, she blurted out, "Thanks for ditching me, man. Really appreciate it."
"Well, this is awkward..." Snapping her head to the right, Beca jumped. Baby blues were staring back instead of Jesse's dark ones. "Oh…hey." The DJ greeted, sitting up straighter.
"Hi!" Chloe grinned, "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Yeah, me neither." The brunette agreed. "What brings you here, Red?" Beca asked.
She noticed how the girl's eyes sparkled from the nickname.
"Aubrey thought we should, and I quote 'let loose'."
"And how's that going so far?"
"Oh, just splendid, a house party on a Wednesday is just splendid" The redhead answered with a fake smile. "Let me guess…" Chloe paused, pretending to think, "you were dragged here by your friend who ditched you?"
Raising an eyebrow, Beca smirked, "That's weirdly accurate." She pointed out. "So, why are you all the way over here when you could be out there," The brunette pointed to the dancefloor.
"Wasn't feeling it tonight. And besides, how could I pass up the chance to talk to the one and only Beca Mitchell?" The redhead teased, bumping their shoulders together and scooting a little closer.
"You barely know me, dude." Beca pointed out, taking a sip from her cup.
"Which is a real shame," Chloe admitted, staring at her drink. "I said we'd be fast friends." She sighed.
Beca watched as the redhead continued to stare at her drink. Her fingers tapped on her cup as she thought of what could cheer the girl up. Checking the time, Beca nudged the redhead with an elbow. "Hey, Chloe?"
"…hmm?"
Beca set her soda aside and abruptly stood, startling the other girl. She held out her hand. "Let's get out of here." Seeing the confused look on the girl's face, she let out a breath. "Not like that." She said with a roll of her eyes. "Come on," She smirked.
"Why?" Chloe questioned.
"You said we'd be fast friends." Beca clarified. "Why are we wasting time?"
Chloe looked up from where she was seated with a shy smile – which was uncharacteristic for her and gently slipped her hand into the DJ's before being pulled to her feet.
"Let's go."
Xx-xx-xX
"So, tell me a little about yourself, Ms. Beale," Beca said, taking a bite from her ice-cream. The brunette had driven the two of them to an ice-cream parlor that was open late and were now strolling through a park.
"Well… I grew up in Florida." Chloe paused. "I have two brothers. Chad and Cameron who are both older than me. Chad being 19, and Cam, 21. My dad got a promotion which is why we moved here to Barden." Taking a lick of her ice-cream, she shrugged. "That's really it."
"What about your mom?" Beca questioned.
"She works from home."
"Like as a designer or something?"
"Something... She's a writer." Chloe glanced at her. "The job my dad does means he's always away, which is why my mom decided to take up working from home. She wanted to be there for me, Cam and Chad." Chloe smiled.
"That…" The DJ paused. "Must be really nice." She said looking down.
"It is." Chloe stated looping an arm through the brunette's. "What about you?"
"What about me?" She smirked.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Do you have any siblings?"
"Nope. I'm an only child. My parents were too busy to have any more."
"What is it your parents do?" Chloe quizzed, finishing off her ice-cream.
"They both are very, very busy people. A little like your dad, I guess. My dad is on the go constantly, to meetings and whatnot. He's always traveling. Either to a different state or country. And my mom is right there by his side."
"So... they are business people?"
Smiling, Beca nodded, "They're a little more on into science... But yeah, you could say that."
"Science?"
"Yep. My parents are super smart, man. Like, dad is incredible at science, my mom is too. It's crazy, honestly…" Beca said taking her final bite of ice-cream, "When I was a kid, they'd entertain me by reciting everything they knew on nanotechnology. I was five, that shit was like a different language to me…" She chuckled at the memory.
"Science is fascinating." Chloe blurted out.
"You like science?"
"Mm-hmm." She bobbed her head. "I always enjoyed learning about it as a child."
That's so fucking adorable… The brunette thought before shaking the thoughts away.
"Must be lonely, huh." The redhead said, stopping to sit at a nearby bench. Their looped arms pulling Beca down too.
"What is?"
"Being alone."
Pausing, Beca lightly nodded before gazing at the tree's facing them. "Not all the time. But yeah…" Feeling a weight on her shoulder, the DJ glanced down to see that the redhead had placed her head there. "...it can be."
After Beca left Chloe to her house, the two said goodbye. Chloe made sure that they exchanged numbers. And so, Beca was left in her house alone once again. Her headache from earlier now back in full force. The continuous pulsing ringed through her ears making it hard for her to concentrate. Slugging her way into her bedroom, she felt dizzy.
Very dizzy.
Next thing she knew her legs gave out and her vision blurred.
Beca barely made it to her bed in time before she shut down.
Xx-xx-xX
What do you guys think of this? Like it, hate it? Despise it? Let me know.
Also, I have a little more of this written, but it's up to you guys if you want me to continue. And yes, this is a Spiderman fic, just in case you hadn't figured it out. I know I have one written already... kinda. But you know me, I'm gonna write some new version or whatever. But this one is different from that, so... yeah.
Sorry for any mistakes.