Chapter 1 - Beca

I heard a knock at my door. I took my laptop off my lap and placed my headphones

down on the bed. Just as I was about to open the door, he barges in. "Well com

on in dad," I say with a sigh.

He just got back from work; with school about to start he would spend most of

his time at the university, and I rarely saw him. My dad is a professor at

Barden University. As he turned around to look at me, I saw excitement in his

eyes.

Oh God. "What's up, dad?" I said with a confused look.

"I got you in!" he said with a completely over exaggerated smile on his face.

"In where?"

"Into college! Starting next week you will be attending Barden University!" He

looked like he was about to jump up and down. "Now you get an education, and I

get to see you more often!"

"Dad, are you serious!? I've told you that I wanted to go to LA about a thousand

times! I don't want to go back to school!" As I said this, I noticed the glint

in his eyes begin to fade as his smile disappeared.

In school I never really had friends, so I was a loner most of the time. I didn't want to go back to that.

"I know what you've said Beca, I just thought you could use an education. Plus,

I miss seeing my little girl."

"You have plenty of time to see me all the time! You just chose to spend all

your time at work, or with your new wife!"

My dad had remarried a year after my mothers death. I was 17 at the time, and

it killed me to see him with anyone else.

Suddenly his eyes became cold. "Don't you bring Sheila into this! She's done

nothing to you, I don't see why you can't just except the fact that we're

toge-"

"She's done nothing to me?" I interrupted. "She took you away! After mom died

you were the only person I had left, then you began to totally ignore me to

spend time with her! You have no idea how much I needed my dad then, with

everything I was going through! You just left me for her!"

"Beca-" I interrupted him again, before he could speak more.

"It had only been one year since she left us, and you go and marry that other

thing! I've been completely alone since then! And now you want to be a part of

my life? All of a sudden? You never seemed to want to before!"

His eyes relaxed, and then they were filled with sadness. "I'm sorry Beca. I

really, truly am. I miss my daughter, and want to get connected with her again.

Just please." When he paused I turned around and sat back down on my bed, and

pulled my headphones over my ears. When I looked back the door was closing and

he was gone.

I opened the drawer next to my bed and pulled out the picture of me and my mom.

It was on my 13th birthday, and she had just given me my laptop. The same laptop

I use today.

As a tear rolled down my face, I placed the picture back in the drawer and

closed it. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked down. It was a text from my dad.

Please consider it Beca. School starts next week on Monday. Be there by 9. I

love you. -Dad

Beca let out a sigh. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I mean, it's just school.

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I decided to do it. Maybe doing this would get my dad off my back, because he wouldn't stop bugging me all week. I finally agreed yesterday, and now here I am.

I walked in to find my roommate already unpacking. "Hi, I'm Beca" I said with what seemed no emotion. The girl just stared at me, so I decided to drop it and start unpacking.

When I finished unpacking I went down to the quad for the activity fair, with hopes to find something that had to do with music. I saw a sign that said DJ's and immediately walked over. As soon as I arrived I was greeted by a large blonde who seemed very amusing. "Aw yeah, deaf jews!" she said. At this I realized what the DJ stood for. I gave the blonde a small smile, and then walked away.

As I was looking around, I suddenly saw a flash of red in front of me. I looked forward and saw two girls standing in front of a booth, and then my eyes met these beautiful blue eyes coming from a redhead a few feet away. I was taken aback by how beautiful her eyes were. We were a good distance away, yet I could still make out the aquamarine color they were. When I realized we were making eye contact a little too long, I looked away. Before I could completely turn around, I noticed her motioning in my direction.

Should I go over? It seems like she's telling me to come over. Should I? Does she want me too? I guess there's only one way to find out.

I shook the thoughts away, and began to walk in her direction.