Hey guys! This will be my very, very first story, please don't be harsh! Enjoy!
There sat Beca on the plane silently tapping her fingers to her newly produced mixes. She tried to avoid all situations where she knew it would be uncomfortable to deal with, though she was unsuccessful when the topic of college came into play. Day after day she was bombarded with questions of where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do, but honestly she had no focus on the college life but rather a career in what she loved to do most, which was being a DJ. Finally she decided with Barden University, since her father worked there and she could go to him anytime when something was heavy on her mind, they had a close relationship like that. Beca arrived three days before everyone actually moved in so she figured she'd keep all her stuff with her father. She was feeling a little stressed by all this moving so she figured she'd walk around and check out the city. Beca was astounded by all the tall buildings, though as she continued on she found herself a little coffee shop. She needed something to ease the stress so she walked in and ordered a caffe latte. Something not too fancy or too plain, yet it seemed to hit the spot. She was sitting in the back of the shop listening to her mixes while watching the passing pedestrians. As she was staring out the window she hadn't noticed the two females who walked in, ordered their drink and sat down rambling about what they would do for the new choreography that would be taught to the newest joining bellas. Beca looked down to change the next song on her iPod to fit her mood; casually she looked up and saw a girl with eyes as bright and as blue as the Caribbean Sea staring at her. The girl had an innocent look on her face but had eyes that continued to stare; Beca was unable to read her facial expression but decided to look away to the window. Five minutes later she decided to steal another glance and saw that the girl with those bright Caribbean blue eyes was still staring. What she hadn't noticed before was that her hair was an intense shade of red. Again Beca had looked away but not before she noticed that now the blonde sitting across from the red head was now staring back at her too; a quizzical look clearly obvious on the blondes face. Feeling a little uncomfortable she gathered her things and trudged past them. From the peripheral view she saw how the red head never took her eyes off of Beca. As Beca walked out of the coffee shop she breathed a sigh of relief; like always she tried and avoided uncomfortable situations. Beca happened to pass by the wide window of the shop when she saw the red head yet again staring with those intense bright blue eyes. Beca felt like she was getting eye raped by someone she didn't even know. The thoughts of the red head slowly faded into the back of her head as she spent the next three days making new mixes, talking heart to heart with her father and adapting to the new college environment.