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She sits in the passenger seat of a silver 2004, Saturn, eyes hidden behind a black pair of Rey Bands she stole in a small town, about a 45 minute drive from where they were right now. She presses her forehead against the window, boredom becoming a very prevalent thing on her mind. Boredom; boredom and corn. "This is like the millionth corn field we've passed in the past 5 minutes." She says irritation evident in her voice. It's not that she hates corn. It's the fact that corn fields are monotonous, always doomed to look alike and to seem never ending. She doesn't hate monotony either. She just gets bored easily, whether it's sitting in the car or watching the entirety of a movie. Nothing holds her attention for long.

"What do you have against corn Becs? What did corn ever do to you?" The driver of their new car and Beca's best friend asks her. He has a playful smile on his lips and she can tell the teasing is coming on full blast.

"It's just so boring." She whines, which almost everyone who knows her would say is very uncharacteristic. But not Jesse. He's the one and only person she's ever felt like she could completely be herself around; drop the walls she built up.

"You think everything's boring, Rebecca. Hell you even think I'm boring and I'm, very clearly, awesome."

"You can't see under my badass new sunglasses, but I'm rolling my eyes you, narcissist." Beca replies holding up her middle finger.

"Ok the eye rolling I get, but what did I do to deserve THE middle finger? Oh god, I'm getting flashbacks to middle school. Beca I need you to take the wheel." Jesse says covering his eyes with his hands, the grin plastered on his face never faltering. Jesse has always been a great driver. His reflexes are faster than almost anyone's in the whole world. Everything he does is always a little faster, whether he means it to be or not. But in this exact moment, it might as well be a four year old driving due to the lack of focus he is putting into it.

"Dude, what the hell, drive the damn car!" Beca yells, as she looks around, letting out a breath, thankful there's no one in site. That has been the constant in their drives. They always keep off the main roads; it helps them stay out of site. Because of this, there are never any cars around, or people typically, which means they usually have the road to themselves.

"Beca take the wheeeeellllllll, take it from my hands!" Jesse half yells half sings as the car starts to drift into the other lane.

"Jesse seriously!"

"Cause I can't do this ooooon my ooooown!"

Before they completely go off road, Beca reaches over to the wheel and jerks the car back into their lane. "I'm letting goooooooo." Beca finishes the song and her warning as she releases her hold on the wheel. Jesse just laughs and resumes driving the car.

"Listen up, Carrie Underwood. Next time, I drive." She says with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. Jesse looks her way and flashes a smile.

"Mooooom can we listen to the radio?" He asks sounding as childish as humanly possible. Beca can tell he's just trying to get on her nerves now. She believes that ever since they became friends five years ago, that has been his sole mission. He tries to piss her off as much as humanly possible. Unfortunately for her, he is incredibly good at it. He possesses a certain knack for it.

"Are you going to know all the words to every songs that comes on?"

"Yea, and I'm going to sing them very, very loudly."

"Then no." Beca replies. They have been driving for 8 hours and the radio's been on for 6. She's enjoying her peace and quiet. It isn't that Jesse is a bad singer, in fact he's great. If it hadn't been for the incident, he probably could have made it on Broadway. However, Beca would take boredom over shear annoyance any day. If she had to listen to him belt out some Mariah Carrey chart topper one more time, she might strangle him.

"Awe come on Becs, you've got your corn, let me have my music." He pleads. She debates for a second then finally relents. As soon as he gets her response, he's turning on the radio and looking for the classic rock station. Kansas's "Carry on My Wayward Son" comes on and Jesse cranks the volume up. To Beca's dismay, the speakers on the old car are surprisingly good.

"Carry On my wayward son"

Jesse belts out the opening lyric while looking at Beca, who tries to hold in her smile.

"There'll be peace when you are done,

Lay your weary head to rest,

Don't you cry no more."

And that's when the guitar hits. Jesse plays the air guitar, doing his best to make the noises that accompany it, all while attempting to pay attention to road. "Wow, you should definitely quit your day job and make that a career." Beca says sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"I already quite my day job, does that mean I'm half way there?" He counters.

Beca just rolls her eyes and turns her attentions to her passenger side window. The car is coming up around a bend and Jesse looks up for a seconds before resuming his air guitar. Beca looks away from her window, which she just drew a frowny face on using her breath and finger, to the road ahead of them. There is a red headed woman standing in the middle waving her hands in the air and Beca realizes all too late that her friend is not paying any attention to what is going on in front of them.

"Jesse!" She yells and he looks up annoyed. However, his face quickly changes to panic when he sees what is going on in front of him. He slams on the break and is about to jerk the wheel, but it's already moving to the right. Before he even knows what's happening, they are sitting in a field of corn with steam coming out of the hood of the engine.

"I-I didn't turn the wheel." Jesse stutters. Beca takes a minute to asses herself and the damage done to the car. She cannot tell for sure from inside, but it's more than likely totaled. She curses under her breath and undoes her seatbelt.

"Jesse are you ok?" She asks turning to her best friend. His face is as pale as a ghost and he seems more than a little bit confused. His hands are in a death grip around the steering wheel and his knuckles are white.

"Beca I didn't turn the wheel. I almost killed someone. I didn't turn the wheel but here we are. How did we get here?" He asks and she can tell he is more than a little shaken, but otherwise ok. She thanks the bad manufacturing of this vehicle for not deploying the airbags and then remembers the red head in the middle of the road.

"Shit." She mumbles forgetting the car and Jesse while she tries to open her door. Its stuck shut, probably bent that way from their wreck. Beca simply puts a little more strength into her push and manages to get the door, that normally would have had to be cut off, open with ease. She exits the car and looks to the street. The girl is laying on her back, towards the left side of the road, propped up on her elbows. There is a blond woman who is kneeling next to her and seems to be fanatically assessing her friend.

As Beca begins to near them, she catches their conversation. "Oh my god, Chloe are you sure you're ok?" The blond asks panic clear in her voice. The read head, named Chloe, Beca assumes, just giggles and begins to get up off the ground. Dusting herself off, she smiles and says, "Bree you need to stop worrying so much. You look like you're going to stress puke or something. Everything is fine." Chloe puts her arm reassuringly around her friend and the blond says, "Well it wouldn't have been if I hadn't…" The red head quickly interrupts saying, "But you did Bree. We need to go and check on those people in the car, make sure they're alright."

Beca takes that as her cue and clears her throat. "We're all good." The blond looks away from her friend and her eyes lock with Beca's, "What the hell is wrong with you. You could have killed her!" The girl yells and takes a menacing step towards her, one that Beca is sure strikes fear into the hearts of all the blond's rich debutante friends. Just from one look, Beca can see this girl comes from money, mainly by the way she holds herself. Her postures is just a little bit straighter than it should be, her head a little bit higher.

"Look I'm really sorry about that. Are you ok?" Beca asks Chloe who looks up from the hole in her skinny jeans and catches Beca in the eyes. Beca isn't sure if eyes have ever been so blue before. They may be the most beautiful thing she has ever seen, and the rest of the girls face doesn't fall far behind.

"Oh yah no I'm tots fine! Are you sure you guys are ok?" Chloe asks and it takes a second for her to reply because she is too busy looking at the red head. "Oh yah, we're fine,"

"And really really sorry!" Jesse says as he comes up beside Beca.

"Yah, well you better be." The blond huffs, clearly still upset about the near fatal accident. To be fair, Beca would be mad too. They should have been paying more attention. Even though the road looked clear doesn't mean they should have assumed it was.

"What Aubrey means to say is, its fine." The red head replies putting a hand on the blonds arm trying to not only reassure her but also send the message that she did not want her friend to start any fights. "Your car looks pretty beaten up though."

"Oh yah, it's definitely down for the count." Beca replies.

"Honestly, I'm sorry too. Our car ran out of gas, so I was trying to flag any car that passed us down. I was beginning to think we would be sleeping in our car tonight, and then I saw you." Chloe responds with a small, sad smile. Beca feels a pang of quilt. This girl should never be sad, especially not because of something that Beca was responsible for.

"And I told you that was a stupid and dangerous idea." The blond, who Beca now knows as Aubrey, chastises.

"Well your plan worked at least!" Beca jokes, trying to lighten the mood and to maybe calm Aubrey down a little bit. Instead, this comment just resulted in Aubrey staring daggers at Beca while she mumbles something only Chloe can hear, who seems annoyed by it.

"We actually have some spare gas in the trunk of our car, if you want to use it. It's not going to do us any good, now." Jesse remembers, wanting to make it up to these people in any way he can. They always keep spare gas, in case they run into the same problem these two girls had. Beca and Jesse were seasoned travelers. They could never stay in one place for too long.

He jogs down to their car, a little too fast for Beca's liking, and tries to get the trunk open. It's jammed shut, and Jesse remembers that Beca had to help him get it open the last time. "You know, you could run a little slower next time Jesse." He hears his friend say as she strolls up next to him.

"And you could've gotten here a little faster so you could give me a hand with this damn trunk." Jesse replies smiling at her. Beca just rolls her eyes and with one hand, opens the trunk with ease. "I'm calling it early, I have dibs on the red head. Blonds hot too, seems a little uptight for my taste though." Jesse adds as he carries the two red gas containers back to the girls.

Beca pretends not to care at all. She lifts her sunglasses and perches them on the top her head. With a lazy look thrown at Jesse she replies, "A. Red over there is not my type and B. I doubt she bats for my team anyways." Point A. is a complete lie. Everything about Chloe makes Beca want to get to know her. How she was so positive and kind to them when they had almost killed her, how her eyes seemed to have this special shine in them, the way she seems to always be smiling. These are things Beca has never possessed, and it makes the red head all the more fascinating, and perfect, to her. Point B. on the other hand, she is almost positive is true. Beca has liked girls for as long as she can remember. Having been out since practically middle school, Beca prides herself on having a pristine gaydar, and the red head did about the opposite of triggering it.

Reaching the two, Beca could see they were arguing about something in hushed tones. As soon as she and Jesse are in earshot range; however, the two bickering friends cease their discussion. "So we've decided, since it's kinda my fault that your car is totaled and you're letting us use your extra gas, that we would love to give you a ride to wherever you guys were heading." Chloe purposes. She has a huge gin on her face and is looking expectantly at Beca, waiting for her to agree. However, her blonde friend is giving Beca a glare that says you better not say yes.

"I'm sorry but there's no way we can accept that, we were the ones that almost killed you, remember?" Beca responds and can practically feel the shocked and angry glare that she knows Jesse is sending her way. They had gotten an offer to not be stranded with a totaled car in the middle of nowhere, and Beca refused it. However, due to the fact that this is all their fault and that if she says yes, she's pretty sure the uptight blond will kill her, it seems like the best answer.

Chloe's smile falters for a second, but only a second. She quickly quips, "Did I say we would love to? I meant we insist." Aubrey looks like she is about to open her mouth to protest but the red head quickly elbows her friend lightly, and Beca wants to laugh. How the red head and blond are friends completely baffles Beca. Just from her short encounter with them, it's clear they do not seem to fit together.

"And what my friend meant to say is, we would love to take you up on that offer if it's not too much to ask." Jesse cuts in before Beca can protest again. Aubrey gives Beca one last glare, looks over Jesse's way and then walks arms folded to the driver's side of a small, brand new, white BMW. Beca notices that the blond's eyes are lingering on Jesse. Whether it is because she is mad at him too or checking out her best friend, Beca doesn't quite know.

"So what do you think is wrong with Ms. Stick Up Her Ass?" Jesse mumbles motioning towards Aubrey, who now appears to be pouting in front seat of the car.

"I don't know Jesse, you'd think we almost ran over her friend or something." Beca jokes quietly and Jesse laughs.

Beca feels someone loop their arm around hers and looks over to see Chloe standing next to her. "So, I just wanted to say sorry about Aubrey, she's actually really great when you get to know her." Normally Beca would have quickly shaken any girl off her that had done that, and told her never to touch her again. However, there is something about Chloe that's different, something that makes Beca awkwardly loop her arm with the other girl's as well.

"I'm sure she is." Beca says, trying to hide the sarcasm in her voice, but failing miserably.

"She is I promise. She's just, I don't know how to describe it."

"Uptight?" Beca asks.

"No, well yes, but no at the same time. I guess you just have to know her like I do. She means well, most of the time. I'm sure she has nothing against you!" Chloe replies. She isn't quite sure why Chloe feels the need to justify Aubrey to her, there is no reason why the red head should care what Beca thinks of her friend. But she does, and Beca feels slightly flattered.

"If she's anything like you, I'm sure she's great." Beca responds and mentally slap herself. She can't believe she just said that. Her face is burning with embarrassment and she tries to hides it because of the blush creeping into her cheeks.

Chloe simply smiles at Beca and says, "My name's Chloe."

"Beca." She offers in return. Her response surprises her. She never gives her real name. That's kind of rule number one when you're on the run. Too many chances the people after you could ask around and get on your trail again.

"Well Beca, I think that we're going to be really fast friends."

"Well, my friend did almost kill you with a car soo…" Beca replies, her tone light and fun.


"and then, Aubrey puked all over the front row!" Chloe says, finishing her story and giggling at the ridiculousness of it. Jesse is nearly crying because he thinks it's so funny. Beca has tried especially hard not to laugh due to the fact that the blond had objected to Chloe telling this story in the first place. However, there is no way she can keep a straight face. The group has been talking for hours, but it has only felt like minutes. Chloe has not stopped since they piled into the car, and not in the annoying talking-just-to-hear-her-own-voice way. She was just genuinely filled stories about her own life, and questions about Beca and Jesse's. With the two five gallon gas cans, the group has managed to make some really great time. They had forgone stopping at the gas station 10 miles away from their mishap. Instead they had decided drive to a small city that was a couple of hours away.

As Beca looks out her window, the city materializes. It's small and she can see the entirety of what she assumes is the main part of town, from her seat. She can tell it's one of those quaint places where everyone smiles and knows everything about each other. The thought in and of itself makes her anxious. Beca doesn't like to necessarily stick out, she marches to the beat of her own drum, which usually leaves her introverted self away from the lime light. That's why she had wanted to go to L.A., a big city, and be a producer. She herself never wanted to be in the spotlight, but she loved music. Producing was her compromise, and it didn't hurt that she was good at it. Mixing beats was something that could calm her even in the most troubling times. Putting on those headphones is like an escape from the world. One she is in desperate need of, especially with the way her life is going right now. She knows she has no hope of being a producer anymore, she sealed her fate long ago.

"We'll stop at the gas station, fill up and then find the two of you somewhere to stay." Chloe says. She turns around to Beca and smiles again. Aubrey simply concentrates intensely on the road. The blond has hardly said anything the whole drive, and Beca assumes she's still mad. They pull into the gas station and Aubrey throws the car into park. Beca looks up to survey her surroundings. Its looks so old that she expects a man to come out and start to fill their tank himself.

She catches something out of the corner of her eye that draws her attention. Four black Escalades file into the station very organized, back to back. Something about the formality of their approach makes Beca nervous. She gets the sinking feeling that these cars are not driven by townspeople. She realizes now who they are. It's over. They've found her and Jesse. They are officially goners. Maybe they won't be killed, but a part of her hopes that that will be her fate. Nothing would be worse than to be captured by those barbarians. Beca looks over at Jesse and can see the fear clouding his brown eyes as well.

"Bree you need to drive." Chloe says, the usual bubbliness drained from her voice. The statement is so quiet, Beca isn't entirely certain exactly how she hears it. Aubrey throws the car in reverse, which is the only direction they aren't blocked in from. She is about to jam her foot on the gas when another car pulls up behind them. Beca turns around to see a tall man with a muscular build and dark hair get out of the vehicle. She would know that man anywhere. Her mind is drawn back to that fateful night. The night she lost her father, she lost her dreams, she lost her freedom.

Shaking the memory and pushing it back into the dark corners of her mind, she sees Aubrey, looking nervously at the figure standing behind them. The blond looks as if she knows him all too well. But there's no way, that's impossible. That would mean that the two girls they had met are like her and Jesse, something Beca cannot possibly fathom. "Chlo..." Aubrey trails off, fear in her voice.

"I see him Bree. What are we going to do?" Chloe asks, and now Beca can hear fear in the red head's voice. Now, Beca knows, in some facet, these two girls are like her and Jesse. There would be no other explanation for them to recognize him. Beca is brought back to something that Jesse had said earlier that day.

"Beca, I didn't turn the wheel."

It all made sense to her now. She was about to express her revelation when Aubrey says, "We do the only thing we can." The blond has clearly taken the lead between the two. She looks over to Chloe who nods in agreement. "I guess there's no other choice, Bree. Beca, Jesse, stay in the car. Don't come out until they're all dead, or we are." The statement surprises Beca. She never could have guessed something so dark could pass the lips of someone so kind, and bright. However, she doesn't really know the red head. She has made general assumptions, but maybe they are far off base. Either way, she feels a great deal of panic when Chloe leaves the car. For some reason, Beca has this need to protect the girl, and there's nothing she can do within the confines of this vehicle.

She looks over at Jesse and can tell he has pieced together everything she has. "What are the odds Becs?" He asks, letting out a sad laugh and shaking his head. They had never met anyone like them before. Now, the two they had were about to be killed or worse. Beca looks at him again and they're eyes lock. In that one moment, an entire conversation has passed with that one simple look. He nods his head and they open their doors. At that very second, all hell breaks loose.


Ok so that's the first chapter, I hoped you enjoyed it! As you can tell, I will put in a lot of things that happened in the movie, they will just happen under different circumstances, and some of the lines will be tweaked to suit my story! I will try to update weekly. Thank you so much for reading!