AN: Hey guys! I know it's been long and you probably don't want a new story and want me to actually finish my others, but I've actually been working on this story since August. But I think I finally got it to where I want it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Pitch Perfect.
Beca's been through the ringer by the time she gets to Barden, but can she make it through a year of college, without getting close enough to hurt anyone?
Beca sighed contently as she sat down, blowing a stream of cold air from her mouth while reaching for her water bottle, opening it and taking a big gulp. She tried to catch her breath, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, partially listening to Aubrey, but not really.
It was her sixth week into the semester, and everything was piling on quickly. Bella's had longer practices, classes were getting more homework, her family was getting needier everyday, but she still managed. She suppressed the small smile at the thought of getting home and maybe catching some sleep before starting her homework, wishing she could be there now.
"Beca! Are you listening to me?!" Beca looked up as she was pulled out of her thoughts, glaring at the blonde. "There's definitely nothing better I could be doing right now." Beca's voice was monotone, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't appreciate attitude, Beca. If you were actually listening to me, you would've known that we have a meeting everyday this week at eight am sharp, be there." Beca rolled her eyes again, picking up her bag as Aubrey excused them, bolting out the door as fast as she could.
She knew damn well that she wouldn't be able to make the rehearsals, she had at least two eight am classes that week alone. She couldn't help but think of what was waiting for her when she got home.
It gave her a warm feeling that she couldn't explain, like the way a hot chocolate warms your whole body with just one sip in the middle of the winter. It made her run faster, if anything, ready to cuddle when she got home. As she rounded the corner, her smile grew as she saw the car wasn't in the driveway, fishing her keys out of her pocket.
Unlocking the door, Beca shut it behind her, hanging her jacket and backpack up, pushing her keys back into her backpack pocket. "Charlie, I'm home!" Beca's voice was loud, not loud enough to scare her, but enough to let her presence be known. "Mommy!"
AN: I know it's short, but it's a start. I'm having a hard time deciding the ships for this story, so if you have a suggestion, let me know :). ~Cora
