A/N: Hi guys! So this is my Pitch Perfect fanfiction. In case you didn't catch it in the description, this will be a Bechloe fic.
They were everywhere.
Beca Mitchell gazed out the window of her taxi cab at the sea of people flowing through the campus grounds. The majority of them were young Barden University students. Several were dressed in B.U. Polos helping the movers by carrying their things or giving them directions.
God, there's so many people, Beca thought with dread. She sat in the taxi for a few heartbeats, resenting the fact that she'd have to eventually step outside and get swept away in the sea of crazed college kids. She didn't even want to be here, and looking at these people she knew she probably wouldn't fit in. High school all over again. Here we go. She took a deep breath and popped open the cab door.
Almost immediately she was approached by a boy in a yellow Polo. He followed her to the trunk of the taxi and made to grab some of her bags. When he reached for her brown one-strap duffel, she held out her hand to stop him.
"Thanks, but I got it," the brunette said. She wouldn't be Beca if she let someone carry what was practically her lifeline; inside that bag were the very electronics that Beca planned to base a career off of: her laptop, headphones, and DJ deck, plus some other important instruments needed for her music making. She had only one other suitcase, which carried all of her clothes, makeup, and other living necessities. Beca traveled light.
The boy nodded and backed off, leaving Beca to a girl in a green shirt with impressively straight blond hair. She clutched a clipboard close to her chest. "Hey there! Welcome to Barden University!" It was an overly ecstatic greeting with a big grin that Beca couldn't help but think was wasted on her, because she would never be able to reciprocate such enthusiastic behavior to a complete stranger. Zeal wasn't a Beca thing. She managed a small forced smile, which seemed to suffice because the girl's excitement remained just as appalling while she directed Beca on what to do and how to get to her room.
Her attention was pulled away by a boy in a car. He was sitting in the backseat with the windows down, playing an air guitar- no, an air banjo- while shouting lyrics unmelodiously. He made eye contact with Beca through the open window and turned his body to face her. Now he was performing for her, occasionally looking between her and the frets of his imaginary instrument. Beca's normally stoic expression cracked into a smirk, which the dark-haired boy grinned about before his car pulled away. An amused Beca returned her attention to the blond who had been giving her directions the whole time (oops). The blond handed Beca an "official B.U. rape whistle," reminding Beca not to blow it unless she really was being assaulted. Beca couldn't help but narrow her eyes as she moved to hold the whistle precariously between her teeth. Then she started off, duffel bag over her shoulder and rolling suitcase trailing behind.
Before she event made it to her dorm, Beca decided that the people on campus were... interesting, to put it nicely. One thing that stood out to Beca was the disgusting sight of a group of pigs lazing around in lawn chairs, holding up numbers to rate the girls passing by. Beca made a wide circle around them and made sure not to look at the numbers they may or may not have held up for her. And then there was Beca's roommate, Kimmy Jin. She was a mostly silent girl with an uncrackable expression of disdain. She seemed to be annoyed by the mere presence of Beca. Beca initially wondered what it was she did to make her roommate hate her already, then decided that Kimmy Jin was probably just one of those girls who didn't care to get to know people. It was fine by Beca, if not a bit awkward, for Beca wasn't much of a social butterfly either, though she hoped she was a bit more approachable than Kimmy Jin.
Beca's dorm was well lit by a large picture window covered with silvery lace drapes that weren't exactly Beca's style but still tolerable. Her desk bent around one corner near the window, and Kimmy Jin's the other; Beca's bed was to the right of her desk with a small dresser underneath, whereas Kimmy Jin slept in a nook behind a doorless wall that almost bisected the room. Beca noticed that Kimmy Jin had claimed most of the area, but she didn't really care so long as she had enough room for her musical equipment.
Just when Beca had finished hooking up her laptop, she heard a knock from the door followed by a jovial "Campus police! Hide your wine coolers!"
She saw her father's round head pop through the gap in the door. He had an ear-to-ear grin and a happy twinkle in his eyes. Beca was dimly glad to see her dad so gleeful, but also a little disappointed that he seemed to be more excited about this "destined-to-be-great new chapter" of Beca's life that was college than she was. Her dad gave Kimmy Jin a hello, only to be acknowledged with a disgusted glare. The greeting he got from Beca was better, but not by much; she deadpanned most of his attempts at friendliness and couldn't help but use her favorite term, "stepmonster," when referring to his new wife Sheila. She decided to spare her father by not also calling her "Sheila The She-Demon." The interaction came to an end with her father instructing her to join at least one club on campus, and the radio station didn't count. It was his attempt to "save" Beca from a grim future of pursuing her dreams in LA. She sated him by telling him she'd go check out the activities fair for a group to join, and with that her bubbly father took his leave.
She let out a depressurizing sigh. Time to find a clique to join, she thought miserably.
A/N: Thanks for reading, have a good day :)