A/N: Hi! So I'm back with a different Pitch Perfect story. Don't worry! I haven't forgotten about Cobalt Meets Azure, it's just that I just finished re-watching Pitch Perfect again (For like the billionth time) and this idea came to my head. This is basically crack with a slightly developed plot, or in other words, I'm winging this so don't expect anything good. Have fun!
"You're all dismissed from detention. I expect to not see any of you back here again."
Beca smirked as she walked out of the room, knowing full well that the majority of people, including herself, were going to be back as soon as the next day.
Don't get her wrong. It's not that Beca is a 'bad' student or anything. Hell, she'd be happy keeping to herself and doing her own thing until she graduates but some (a lot) of teachers tend to pay...particular attention to her. And Beca, never one to back down from a challenge, tends to be very outspoken about this unfair treatment or any opinion she has against anyone really. Something that gets her into trouble. A lot.
The detentions aren't that bad either. She just listens to music and stares out of the window until the teacher dismisses them. The teacher doesn't permit any sort of talking but listening to music must be allowed since they haven't told her otherwise and she isn't about to ask to make sure.
The brunette made her way home with a faint smile on her face as she wondered what might happen to land her back in to detention tomorrow.
The next day.
It was lunch and Beca spent it in her usual area. At the table towards the back of the cafeteria where she could watch pretty much anyone who was in there yet she herself could go practically unnoticed. As she got lost in her mind, she failed to notice the small group of people walking up to where she was seated.
"Hey."
Beca jumped slightly and looked up to find three people standing infront of her. A tall, very attractive, long-legged brunette, a blonde with a heavier figure than the other two and another brunette that looked slightly younger than the two.
"Um...Hello."
"G'day."
"...Hello."
"Hi!"
"Are we...Are we still doing this?"
The tallest of the trio, rolled her eyes at the interaction and shook her head slightly.
"Sorry. They apparently felt that they also needed to greet you." She said, gesturing to the two girls both standing on either side of her.
"Well it would be pretty impolite to just stand here staring at her, Stace." The blonde responded. Beca noted that her accent wasn't American.
The girl rolled her eyes again before turning back to the girl on the opposite side of the table, "Anyways. I'm Stacie as I'm sure you've realised." She pointed beside herself to the blonde. "This is Fat Amy." She then pointed her other side to the girl who was giving her a friendly smile. "And this is Emily."
After nodding her head at the two girls, Beca voiced her first thought. "Why do you call her Fat Amy?"
Stacie smiled in amusement and shrugged, "That's what she wanted to be called."
Beca looked towards the blonde questioningly and got a nod in return.
"It's so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back."
Beca nodded slowly, sort of understanding her reasoning but still totally confused at why these people were here in the first place.
"Well that's one question answered." She muttered. The still seated brunette quickly looked away before meeting the eyes of the three still gazing at her. She cleared her throat. "Is there uh...something I can do for you?"
This seemed to help the girl, Stacie, snap back to what her original intentions for coming to Beca was.
"Oh! Right." She went to sit in front of the young DJ, Fat Amy and Emily taking her lead. Once sat, she leaned forward towards the other brunette and Beca instinctively moved back, not liking her personal space invaded. "We've seen you around in detention a lot."
Beca raised an eyebrow, not sure where this was going, "Okay?"
"We just thought you seemed cool and would like to be your friends." Emily, who had been silent until now, spoke up. She was getting bored of the drawn out conversation and could tell that Beca was confused as hell.
Beca's shoulders sagged slightly in relief. "That's it?"
Stacie looked at the girl confusedly, "What do you mean?"
"It's just...You guys were acting really weird. Surely, you could tell?"
Emily nodded and turned to look at the two girls, "See? I told you we should have just asked from the beginning!"
"I wanted to be all suave and mysterious!" Stacie responded, leaning away from Beca and turning to Emily.
"You already are that, Stace. Plus, look at her," Fat Amy gestured to Beca. "She seems like one of those girls who looks all tough and scary but is really just an awkward, flustered mess."
Beca snapped her head to Fat Amy. "Hey! What? No I'm not! I-I'm...I'll have you know that I...I am tough a-and scary and...I am not awkward and-and flustered! Who...Who even makes assumptions like that? You-You don't know...I've been described as cool before and...and I'm not a mess either!" She was blushing a deep red at the end of her obviously flustered rambling while the three girls looked on amused.
"Wow Amy, got it right on the nail. She's actually adorable." Stacie commented, smiling at the still blushing girl.
"And here I thought you were quite the badass." Emily laughed.
"I am a badass!"
Stacie smirked, "Sure, sure. Anyways, so was that a yes to the friendship thing?"
Beca thought about it briefly. It's not like she had anything to lose. Sure what just happened was embarrassing but these girls seemed cool so why not? She shrugged and nodded slightly. "Okay. And I'm Beca, by the way."
"Aww yeah!" Fat Amy exclaimed, fist pumping the air while Emily clapped excitedly. Beca raised an amused eyebrow at the two girls' reactions before speaking again.
"So you guys mentioned that you've seen me in detention a lot but I've never seen any of you before."
"That's probably because you're always looking out of the window and listening to music." Emily teased.
Beca nodded, "Touché." They all chuckled at that before Beca mentioned another thing that had been on her mind. "No offence or anything. But you guys don't really seem like the type to be regulars at detention."
Stacie smirked at that, "Don't judge a book by it's cover." She winked at the girl before continuing. "We all end up there for different reasons. Not necessarily at the same time or even on the same day but we know our way around."
"You make it sound like it's prison or something."
The green eyed girl shrugged, "School itself is like prison when you think about it. Anyways, Fat Amy typically goes there because of getting into fights or refusing to follow instructions in class."
"In my defense, I have stated many times that I have fought crocodiles and dingoes simultaneously yet people still want to be shitheads so it's not my fault when I have to unleash the kracken. Secondly, who willingly does cardio? Yeah, no, I'll gladly accept a detention for that." Fat Amy explained.
At this point, Beca was biting her inner cheek to stop from laughing and judging by the looks on Stacie and Emily's faces, she wasn't the only one.
Stacie continued once the girl was finished. "As for Emily, well, she just kind of ends up there."
Emily huffed and crossed her arms, "I don't do anything!"
"Or so she says." Fat Amy muttered though it was just as loud as her normal voice.
Emily narrowed her eyes at the blonde before uncrossing her arms and throwing them up heatedly, "I don't! I just always happen to be around in the wrong place at the wrong time and I also think that detention teacher has a weird thing for me." She said, shuddering in disgust.
Beca nodded, she could understand that. Some teachers were unfair and targeted people who had nothing to do with anything. She looked to Stacie, "Why do you end up there?"
Stacie shrugged dismissively, "Because I'm hot and I love people."
Fat Amy snorted. "What she means is that she dresses indecently, is overly sexual and makes out with people infront of everyone to see." She gestured to the girls button up shirt, a lot of the buttons undone and revealing her ample cleavage. Beca blushed slightly as she realised just how provocative the girl looked.
Beca spoke as a realisation came to her, "Woah. Wait, doesn't that mean you should get sent to the principal?"
Stacie nodded, "I do but they give me a detention afterwards." Her green eyes narrowed playfully at the shorter girl. "So, Beca. Why are you always in detention?"
Beca shrugged, "Talking back to teachers, not listening to instructions, skipping boring classes."
"Maybe she is a badass." Emily teased. Beca rolled her eyes playfully at the girl in response.
"Normally we're with our other friend Chloe. You know, the hot red head with the gorgeous eyes?" Stacie asked.
Though Beca has never seen the girl in question, she does recall her name being mentioned once or twice as she walked by some people talking about her. "I've heard of her. Never seen her around though."
At this, all three girls opposite Beca looked at her with differing degrees of surprise, their eyebrows risen.
"You guys gotta meet!" Emily decided, excited at the prospect of the two girls meeting for some reason.
"Ahh, nothing more innocent than a child's enthusiasm." Fat Amy remarked. Causing both Beca and Stacie to chuckle.
"Hey! I'm not that much younger than you guys! I'm in your grade!"
"Yes but technically you should be a Sophomore, not a Junior. It's only cause of that genius head of yours." Stacie responded, making Emily blush at the comment. The brunette continued, "Chloe goes to detentions too but for all the right reasons, if that makes sense. She's really into justice and standing up for what's right like stopping bullies or unfair teachers, it's pretty cool."
Beca smiled at that. "Well if there's one way of getting a detention for doing the right thing..."
Emily smiled, "It's that way."
Stacie nodded, "Let's see, who else is normally at detention...Oh! I'd say the most common people after all of us would be Lily and Cynthia Rose."
"How do you know all of these people? Actually, I think I'm more interested in knowing what they do to get into detention." Beca decided.
Stacie smirked, "If you didn't stare out of the window all throughout detention, you would know." She winked. "Cynthia gambles in school and Lily...I'm not too sure about."
"She's really quiet." Emily explained.
"She's also weird as fuck." Fat Amy mentioned. "When you can hear her, she's talking about fires and dead bodies and shit. Last I heard, she recently got a detention for making a boy pass out in class by whispering something to him. I'm sure they just put her in there as an excuse to keep her from doing any illegal activity outside. My advice would be to not get on her bad side."
Beca nodded, signalling she understood, all the while trying not to look too disturbed.
Before anything else could be said, the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. All four girls stood up and started to get ready for their next lesson. As soon as they left the cafeteria and stepped out into the school halls, the unmistakable voice of the principal rang out down the hall infront of them.
"Stacie Conrad!"
"Shit." Stacie uttered. She immediately turned around and started to speed walk the opposite way, the rest of the girls quick to follow.
"Miss Conrad! Button up your shirt appropriately!"
"Holy shit, he's following us!" Emily exclaimed, laughing.
"Miss Junk! That is a detention for yelling an expletive!"
Emily turned her head back to glare at the man still following them, "Really!? Come on! People swear all the time!" She yelled exasperatedly.
The rest of the girls couldn't help but laugh at the entire situation, speed walking away from the principal and Emily's unfortunate circumstance. They came to a stop infront of Stacie's class and the tall girl turned to her friends.
"I'm probably getting a detention as well. The late signal is going to go off soon and it would suck for you guys to have one too. What class do you guys have now?"
"History. But knowing me, I'll end up getting a detention anyways." Beca answered.
"Gym but after all that speed walking? Forget that! I guess I'll see you guys at detention too." Amy huffed out, still slightly out of breath.
"Miss Conrad! That's a detention for failure to follow instructions!" The principal announced once he caught up to them, failing miserably to hide the fact that he was out of breath. Stacie just rolled her eyes in acknowledgement, already expecting the punishment. He looked at Fat Amy and Beca, "As for you two, who's to say you don't deserve a detention for purposely running away from authority?"
Beca raised an eyebrow, "I do. Is that even a valid reason for giving a detention? Besides, for all you know, we could have been 'running' to get to our lessons. Wouldn't want a late detention, Sir." She answered mockingly. Fat Amy snickered beside her while Emily and Stacie looked on in slight shock at the way the shorter girl was talking to the principal.
The principal was silent for a moment before moving his gaze to Emily and Stacie, "Don't forget your detention." He stated before walking off.
"That was pretty badass." Amy spoke, giving the girl a pat on the shoulder.
"I told you guys!"
They all laughed at the girl's answer before the teacher in the class came out and told them to get to their lessons.
Stacie turned to Beca and gave her a mischievous smile, "I guess we'll see you in detention?"
Beca smirked, "See you in detention."
A/N: Okay so I don't know what the hell that was. This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but I got distracted and focused on something that wasn't supposed to be as long. Oh well, no regrets. It's not a long plot anyways. Like I said, it's just something random. Also, how many times has the word 'detention' been mentioned in this whole chapter? I feel like it's a lot. Tell me if you enjoyed it so I know whether to finish this or not! Thanks for reading!
Chilled.
