Beca Mitchell at the ripe age of eighteen, had never expected to stare down at a positive pregnancy test, two solid lines mocking her from the granite counter top of her dorm's bathroom sink. She felt her throat tighten as another head rush surged over her, and she grabbed for the counter, sitting on top of the closed toilet. She couldn't tell if morning sickness had started early, or if she was truly going to get sick. So instead of chancing it, she lunged from the seat and pulled open the lid, hurling over the porcelain bowl as she held tightly to the sides, watching as the vomit dripped from the corners of her mouth and stained her hair.
"Uhn-" She groaned, unable to stomach what she had just received.
It had been a short and meaningless relationship, a drunken, brief marriage officiated on their trip to a secluded and sketchy chapel on one of the main drives of Las Vegas. She and Jesse had thought they were in love, ready to take on the world at the young and immature age of eighteen, expecting to know how they could make it on their own. But after a month and a half they realized that they had different wants and needs in life, and he had left her the morning before their first day of college.
"This can't be right." She murmurs to herself before tossing it into the trash beside her.
She glanced at her clock as it read 8:09, just nine minutes late for her first class, figuring that it was only the fourth day of school, and that there was no need, it wasn't like she was gonna stay long anyway, the need for her to finish college lessened by the fact that it consumed most of her time and offered no financial support that getting a job could. So Beca slumped her backpack over her shoulder as she flung the bathroom door open, finding an irritable and sleepy-eyed Kimmy Jin waiting impatiently outside.
"Sorry." She mutter insincerely as she shuffles out the door and onto the quad.
Beca stared in amusement as she passed the various clubs obnoxiously stepping in other's ways to try and recruit them to their clubs, hounding them with flyers and pointless facts that would hopefully persuade them otherwise. But what caught her eyes, a lime green poster board with big, bold black letters casting the words "Barden DJs" across it.
"Doesn't anyone ever go to class around here?" Beca wonders as she makes her way Cafe for her favorite: a small hot chocolate with whipped cream. She lowered her eyes as the bell above the door rang, and her head sunk as she avoided any glares.
"The usual, Tommy Boy." Beca prompts the muscular barista as she sits at a round high top near the window.
Tommy was tall and thick, not a chunky or rounded boy but rather just solid, his heavy and rigid arms desizing the rest of his body, making it appear rather unproportionate. He had olive skin and dark hair, his hazel eyes beautifully matching the rest of his tone. Beca hated to admit the shameful crush she had on him, even after being left just days before college started.
"Beca, right?" He smiled as he handed her the drink, his slightly crooked smile appeasing to Beca and she only responds with a sheepish nod, not looking for anything more than a small and casual exchange with the handsome college senior.
Beca lifted the cup to her nose, gently blowing into the small cut-out hole inside the plastic lid, before wafting the warm and sweet smell into her nostrils. Beca set it down after a few seconds of blowing, opening her laptop to search for places to go. She knew it wouldn't be long before she had to drop out, but she knew for certain that her dad wouldn't let her bum around his place, despite them recently working on their differences.
Beca felt a wave of nausea run over her as the words on her web search blur, struggling to refocus as she held her free hand over her mouth, feeling ready to hurl. She barely made it to the trash near the exit before leaning over to dry-heave over the clean tile floor, and soon she felt a soft hand over her back, and another gathering her hair behind her. As she regained her strength, and the wave passed, she turned, expecting to find Tommy's beefy hand helping her up, but was startled at the very least to find it wasn't.
Her red, shoulder length, large curls hung over her shoulders voluminously as her blue eyes, the most piercing and fierce eyes she had ever seen, deep blue staring intensely at her, her eyebrows raised and the corners of her mouth touching the heavens above, a warm and friendly face despite the fact that the blue eyes were jabbing brightly at her.
"The coffee here isn't really that great." The girl smirks as she helps Beca back to her seat and offers her a napkin and water bottle.
"Yeah, thanks." Beca plainly responds, taking a sip from the water before pushing it aside.
"I'm Chloe," She exclaims before Beca distances her chair from the gingers.
Beca knew that any friendship couldn't possibly be a lasting one, her plans to drop out of college already in play, as she looked over to her browser, noticing the tabs of housing still open, and quickly pulled the cover closed before any questions would be asked by the nosy ginger.
"Look, it was nice to meet you, but trust me, I'm not worth your time." Beca assures her politely, before turning her computer back to face only her.
Beca could see the hurt on the ginger's soft face, her eyes drooping such as a puppy's when it's left in a kennel for an extended amount of time. She nods her head, forcing a small smile as she snatches Beca's napkin from the table and tosses it into the trash on her way out.
"Wait," Beca called, ridden with guilt, and the ginger turns slightly around.
"I'm Beca; Beca Mitchell." She forces a half smile, trying to make up for her unintentionally rude behavior.
Chloe smiles before quickly turning, scurrying out of the place with slightly less shame of her "No boundaries" like approach. She smiled to herself, realizing that there was something slightly different about this girl's rebellious like persona that made her unique in Chloe's eyes, someone she could see herself seeing more of.