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Hi, I'm Beca Mitchell. Yeah, yeah I know try not to get to excited, but I think it's time I tell you exactly what happened but first we need to go right back to the beginning.
"Beca, Beca!" I turned when I heard my name being called, and saw a leggy brunette walking down the street.
"Oh hey Stacie," I said as my best friend approached me.
"Hey. I need to tell you something," she looked nervous, and that was rare. Stacie never got nervous, like ever, so I gestured for her to continue.
"Well, I know it's our final year here and everything but I got offered a place at Oak Wood High, you know for that special placement." I nodded. "Well I'm taking it. I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Wow. Umm, well congratulations. Where is this school again?" I asked.
"Florida," she drawled out.
"What?! Stacie that is like in an entirely new state, how could you just up and leave like that?"
"I told you, it's for a special placement. If I take this, it gives me a better chance at going to Stanford. You know it's been my dream to go there ever since I was 12. Are you mad?"
I took some time to consider it, "No. No, I'm not mad. I'm going to miss you though, who am I supposed to rule the school with now?" I asked playfully nudging her with my shoulder.
Stacie looked happy at the change of conversation, "As if you need me Becs, you practically rule that school by yourself anyway, and you still have Jesse and Chicago," Stacie pointed out.
"Yeah well, it's not the same you know, but anyway. I'm really happy for you," I said honestly, she really deserved this, she'd been working super hard for the past few years in hopes of getting the chance to get closer to her dream collage.
"Thank you Becs, it means a lot. And we can still keep in contact, we can try and facetime at least one a week,"
"Yeah okay. I guess it won't be too bad," I said. Stacie was right though, I do own that school and I wasn't short on people to hang out with, but me and Stacie had been friends since we were little, so it will be hard not having her with me for our final year.
"Okay, well I need to finish packing, I'll see you phone you, okay?" Stacie said as she began to collect her things and walked away.
I decided to phone Jesse and ask him if he could come over, it wasn't like I had anything else to do before the first day of school.
"Hey Jess,"
"Hey Becs, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a bit, I've got something for you,"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, so I get your ass over here,"
"Alright, alright, I'll be there in 10," he said with a laugh
"Okay, see you soon," I said as I hung up the phone.
I headed into my house and went straight to my room. It was a big room I have had to admit, my parents had broken through two rooms for me as long as I agreed to decorate it all myself and with the help of a few friends I did. It had a big bed on the back wall, a TV, dresser and a desk which had my mixing equipment on and took up the majority of the space. I'd saved up for ages to get everything that was in here, but having extremely wealthy parents , who ran their own companies helped a lot. Which resulted in us having a very nice house.
I went over to my desk and started rummaging around for some papers, I knew they were here somewhere, I'd only put them on here last night. I missed half of the stuff on my desk until I finally found them, they were under the keyboard that was next to my desk. I forgot that I'd moved them there.
Just as I found them, there was a knock at my door. "It's open," I called.
"Hey Becs," It was Jesse. We'd known each other for around 6 years now, we were friends back in middle school and kept the friendship through high school. He was a really great friend, and he'd saved my ass more times than I could count.
"Hey Jess," I replied.
"So what do you have for me?" he asked coming to sit down next to me.
"These," I said and handed over the papers that I was looking for just before he arrived. He took them and studied them for a while, his eyes widening as he looked down the page.
"Wow. I don't know what to say," he said, his eyes still on the paper, "These are really good, Becs. I don't know how you do it," he said with a smile
"Well, I am the best," she said with a smirk.
"Well, I can't disagree. Do you maybe want to try them out?"
"Yeah, sure. Let's go downstairs, we can use the piano," I went downstairs and into the music room downstairs, mine also, and went over to the big grand piano we had.
"Do you want to play or should I?" Jesse asked.
"You can play if you want," I suggested, Jesse took a seat behind the piano, placed the music in front of him and began to play.
Counting Stars - Christina Grimmie
I see this life
Like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
In my faces flashing signs
Seek it out and ye shall find
old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
I, feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I, feel something so wrong
But doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars, stars, stars
I feel the love
And I feel it burn
Down this river every turn
Hope is a four letter word
Make that money
Watch it burn
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
I, feel something so wrong
But doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars, stars
Take that money and watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I learned
Take that money and watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I learned
Take that money and watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I learned
Take that money and watch it burn
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars, stars, stars
We finished the song and we both had wide smiles on our faces.
"So?" I asked.
"So. Beca that was amazing. When we add Chicago in on the drums and me on the guitar it will be unbelievable, are you going to put that in on the set for the back to school bash?"
"You know it Jess, we will meet up more or less everyday this week at school so we can get all the songs in check and prepare ourselves," I said beginning to put everything away. "Oh and I have both you and Chic's parts for this song, do you mind dropping them off for me?"
"Sure Becs, I'll swing by on my way back," he said, going to collect his coat.
"Okay, cool, thanks, I'll just go and get them," I ran upstairs and went over to where I'd put all the music for the song, and quickly rushed back downstairs. "Here you go, Jess," I said handing over the music.
"Thanks Becs, I'll see you tomorrow, do you need a ride or anything?" he offered, opening the front door.
"No it's all fine, my car is coming out of the shop today."
"Well try not crash it again, Becs. Your Dad went crazy when he found out," Jesse said with a laugh remembering when I had to tell him, I mentally cringed at the memory.
"Dude, it wasn't funny. He took my guitar and keyboard away for an entire week!"
"Well, you did practically drive it into a tree, Becs,"
"It wasn't a tree! It was a lamp post," I stated.
"Well, it's not like that is any better is it?" he said with a smile.
"Oh just get out," I said with a laugh, pushing him out of the door.
"See you tomorrow Becs," he called over his shoulder.
"Bye," I called as I shut the door behind him.
I went into the kitchen and decided to make myself something to eat. I pulled out some chicken and some different types of vegetables and began to chop everything up. I then put the chicken in a pan put some honey and sweet chilli on it and fried it off, lastly I cooked the vegetables off and then mixed it all together, mixing the chicken juices in with everything to give it all flavour. I then grabbed a plate and served everything up. Making sure to save the rest, and put it in the fridge.
I sat down on the kitchen island and started eating, thinking up some more lyrics for the new set. It was going to be a big one for the group, the performances at the start of school always were, it set us up for rest of the school year. But, we always had their biggests crowds at these events, and I loved it. It was a thrill for me performing in front of so many people, hearing everyone singing along to the words of the songs I wrote, it was an amazing feeling.
After I finished I put my plate in the sink, grabbed my leather jacket and walked out the back door. I rummaged in my pocket until, I found my lighter, pulled out the box of cigarettes from my pocket, put one between my lips and lit the end. I filled my lungs with the smoke and then slowly exhaled, watching the grey whisps float off into the sky. I know I shouldn't smoke but it helps me, calms me. It's my time to reflect and I know what you are saying blah blah blah, I've had it all from Stacie, she hated it when I smoked, but I still do it anyway. And I suppose it helps with my badass persona, well that was what Jesse had told me, Stacie had punched him in the arm for that, saying that I shouldn't be encouraged. I laughed at the memory, it was going to be different without her, but I knew she'd always wanted to go to Stanford and if this helped her achieve her dream, I was 100% behind her.
I stood outside letting the cold engulf me, my hands were red and so were my cheeks, but to be honest I didn't care. I always liked the cold, and for some reason it had decided to come early considering it was only early September.
I stayed until the cigarette but was finished with them dropped it in the floor crushing to the ground with the heel of my foot. I kicked it under a small pile of dirt, my parents had no idea that I smoked, they'd lose their shit if they ever found out. After a few more minutes I headed back inside. I was surprised to see my Dad sitting in the lounge, I walked over and sat across from him.
"Hey Dad, what are you doing back home?" I asked.
"Well, I finished work for the day and thought it would be nice to come home and relax, where is your mother?" he asked looking around.
"She's still at work, she's going to be home late," I said, still confused and why my dad was back. He never came home early, ever. Even if he was finished, there was always work to do. Whether, it was late nights, conferences, meetings or work abroad, he never stopped working.
"Dad why are you really home? You're never home," I asked skeptically.
"I told you," he said not making eye contact.
"Dad! Tell me the truth." I said getting annoyed.
"Rebecca, I'm warning you watch your tone." he said sternly.
"Oh fuck off Dad. I'm tired of your lies. It was one simple question, and you can't even answer that. Just leave me alone." I stormed off, I know it might seem irrational, but my Dad had always been about 'being open and honest' but as soon as it referred to him, he'd just lie. I am so fed up with it, and I snapped. I probably shouldn't of sweared, that I agree on, I will definitely get in trouble for that, but right now I didn't care. I just layed down on my bed, picked up my speaker's remote and pressed play, letting the sound of Boyce Avenue feel the room. I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my head, trying to clear my head from everything.
I must have fallen asleep, because I opened my eyes and it read 11pm on my clock, I sighed knowing I wasn't going to fall asleep again. I wondered what, I should do, it wasn't like I could go out...or could I? My car should be back in the garage by now and my parent's room was the other end of the house, they probably wouldn't even hear me. I grabbed my jacket, made sure I had my keys, phone and cigarettes and put my black vans on. I slowly opened my door, checked for any indication of noise and crept out, making sure to avoid the creaky stair on the staircase. I made it all the way to the front door, before I heard a noise. I waited in the shadows until I couldn't hear anything any more, then I pulled down on the door handle and walked outside. Luckily, my car was sitting in the driveway, so I wouldn't have to open the garage.
I ran over to my black Range Rover, yes I did have a Range Rover at 17 the joys of having money, and quietly opened the door. I slid into my all black leather seats and slowly shut the door. I put the keys in the ignition and began to drive away.
I'd been driving for a while, I had no real idea where I was until I ended up outside Shots. It was a bar just outside of town and I luckily knew the owner, his name was Luke and he let me sneak some alcohol, he knew how old I really was, but he said a little drink never hurt no one. I parked the car, and headed in. There was barely anyone there when I walked in. Pleasures of going on a Sunday night, I went over to the bar and sat down on one of the empty bar stools, banged my hand down on the counter and waited for the blonde guy to turn up.
He walked in from the back seconds later, "Becky!" He said in his British voice, he moved here when he was 10 so the accent stayed with him. I glared at him for the use of the nickname, but he just ignored it and put a beer in front of me.
"Thanks Luke," I said as I grabbed the neck of the bottle and drank some, it felt good to have the cold liquid run down my throat.
"So what brings you here? You were here only the other day, not that I'm complaing though," he said with a smile.
"Wanted to get out for a bit, you know. Schools back on tomorrow, so I have a feeling I won't be here as often anymore,"
"Yeah, you say that. You'll be back within a few days we both know that," he said with a laugh.
I took another sip of my beer and felt the weight on my shoulders begin to ease. I took a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it up, I offered one over to Luke but he declined, he didn't really like to smoke when he was working.
We kept taking for another few hours and after a few more beers I decided to head home. I took my wallet out and threw a hundred dollar bill onto the counter.
"Keep this Luke," I said, trying to form at least a coherent sentence. He laughed and pushed it back.
"I don't want your money Becs, keep it."
"No Luke, you've looked after me these past few months and I really appreciate it, so keep it," I said sliding the bill back over. I hopped off the stool, and tried to walk in a straight line to the door. I slowly took it step by step, and I could hear laughing behind me.
"Shut up Asshole," I said, I could just hear him laughing harder. I managed to get to the door, but when I opened it the crisp cool air hit me like a tornado and hit my senses all at once. I propped myself up against the wall and waited for my head to get back to normal.
After around 5 minutes, I stood up straight and went over to my car, well more like stumbled. My head was a little all over the place still but I felt fine to drive so I opened the door and began to drive back home, very slowly.
It took me around 30 minutes until I reached the door of my house. I slowly put my key in the door and waited for it to open, once it did I crept back up the stairs and into my room. Neither of my parents woke up, I looked at my clock and saw that it said 3.30am. I groaned internally knowing School would be even worse with a hangover than it was normally. I mean it wasn't like I hated school, I ruled it. But, it was just the learning that I hated, I got into a lot of trouble at school, but I just got bored easily, and it wasn't my fault that Mr. Jones's class was so boring that I fell asleep. Or that one time when I escaped by climbing the big tree that's at the back of the school, and jumping over the fence, or when I got caught that one time smoking on school grounds. So, yeah I wasn't exactly a role model pupil, I was probably the polar opposite in fact.
The Next Day
I woke up, feeling the after effects of last night. My head was groggy and my limbs felt like hell and I felt sick to my stomach. Yet, I didn't regret it, whenever I was stressed or just generally wanted a drink I went over to Shots. I still remember the first time that I found the place.
It was the first night of the summer in my junior year, my Dad and I had gotten into a fight over my grades that had just come in. They were mainly D's which in my case was pretty good considering how much I actually paid attention, but for my Dad that wasn't good enough. He expected straight A's. But, we all knew that was never going to happen. No matter how hard I tried, which in some cases was quite a lot, it just never really clicked with me. I did have two subjects that I excelled in though, Sports and Music. Both A's but he of course, skipped right over those, he didn't even bat an eyelid.
Except shouting at me for a full on hour saying I was a 'disappointment' or something like that I'll be honest I wasn't really paying any attention. So when he finally decided to stop his droning on, I walked out the house for a 'Therapeutic Walk', meaning I got in my car and drove. Drove, until I had no idea where I was, and it led to me walking inside the bar, which has since been the place where I find solace.
But now I was in my bathroom looking for some aspirin tablets, and my stash of Gatorade, it's always handy for times like these. When I found them, I popped two pills onto my tongue and washed them down, instantly feeling the relief. I braced my hands against the sink, and waited for a few minutes until the spinning feeling in my head had subsided. I looked back over at my clock and saw it was 7.50. Shit. I was going to be late. Oh well, wasn't like I hadn't been late before. I got into my shower and let the hot water cascade down my body. Letting the water take over all my thoughts and feelings, normally when I had a hangover a shower would always make me feel better.
Once I was done, I went back into my room and walked over into my closet to find some clothes to wear for the day. I decided on my usual black attire, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a tank top, and my ever-present leather jacket along with some black vans. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses from my growing collection making sure I grabbed my guitar and school bag from the corner of the room. I walked down the stairs, acknowledging that neither of parents were home, out the front door and into my car.
I pulled up into the school parking lot and drove into my space. Yes, my space, the powers I have at this school sometimes even amaze me. I've only ever had one person park in my spot, a freshman last year, and let's just say that he won't be doing that again.
I got out of the car and saw both Jesse and Chicago waiting outside the front of the school, they stopped talking when I approached.
"Hey Becs, how have you been?" Chicago asked as we all walked through the school.
"Good. Getting ready for our show this weekend, did Jess give you the music?"
"Yeah, yeah he did. It sounds incredible Becs, definitely going to get the crowd going for sure,"
"I agree. I have a few more lined up, so I want us in the practice room more or less everyday so we can be ready. I'll see you guys later" I said just as I walked into my class.
When I went in, everyone stopped and stared at me. The teacher stopped talking as I just sauntered in and if nothing had happened, I took my place in the back row and put my feet up on the desk.
"Late as always Mitchell," the teacher called as she moved behind her desk.
The whole class was silent as they awaited my response, "Couldn't have me turning up early now could I Miss?" I said nochently. She chuckled at my response, most teacher's didn't put up with my sarcastic comments, but a few of them did. Those were the ones I actually liked, well tolerated.
The teacher called out everyone's names which we all just gave a tired response of 'here' to. Just as she finished there was a knock at the door, and in walked a girl. I gave her a sideways glance, my shades still darkened everything in the room so I couldn't really see what she looked nor did I really care. I was way too focused at playing candy Crush on my phone to pay any attention. It had played it once and been addicted ever since, it wasn't even like it was fun, it's unbelievably frustrating, yet I still drove herself mad playing it.
The girl that had walked in and introduced herself however I was much too preoccupied to listen to her name, but out of the corner of my eye I saw her sit down in the chair next to me. No-one ever sat in that chair, it was practically known around the school that you didn't sit next to me unless you were either Jesse, Chicago or Stacie, and now with her being in another state it only left the two boys.
"Hi, I'm Chloe" a very chirpy voice said to me. I didn't turn around, this girl was already annoying me and she'd only said three words. I think she got the message though as she left me alone for the rest of registration, thank god.
The bell rung, and I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder and walked out the class. As I walked through the crowds people cleared a path for me, however my morning was quickly ruined by the one and only, Bumper Allen.
"Welcome back, Mitchell," he said with a cocky smile. I sighed, I really couldn't be dealing with him right now, every breathing minute he wanted to try and make my life a 'living hell' or so he kept on telling me.
"Well, come on then Mitchell, what are you waiting for?" he shouted. A large crowd had formed around the two of us, phones were recording and I just shook my head and laughed, he really needed to stop doing this. I dropped my bag by my feet, and walked over to Bumper. He tried to swing a right hook at me, which I quickly blocked and hit him square on the nose. Every time, he really needed to learn. He stumbled back, and I rolled my sleeves up, don't want to get anything dirty now do we, he had crimson red blood pouring from his flared nostrils, his jaw was clenched and he came charging towards me, what he was trying to achieve with this I don't know, but I just sidestepped and pinned his arm behind his back, and pushed him into the lockers, he grunted as I pushed him harder into the cold metal that his face was now pushed up against.
"Now, do I need to remind you of what will happen if you try this again," I growled in his ear. He shook his head fiercely and I let him go. But, just for the fun of it I punched him in the face, he really needed to be taught a lesson, and a nice black eye should do the job. How a 5ft 2 girl managed to do that you ask, well that's for a little bit later on in our story.
He was bent over on the floor, and I walked back over to my bag and saw both Jesse and Chicago grinning at me, I was about to go over to them when the announcement speaker echoed around the school.
"Beca Mitchell, report to the Principal's office, Beca Mitchell, report to the Principal's office." It repeated. I shrugged over at the two boys, slid my shades back over my eyes and navigated my way through the crowd until I reached the office that I had become oh so familiar with.
I pushed it open and was met with the headteacher, Mr Matthews.
"Beca, sunglasses please," he said. I huffed in response but put them in the neck of my shirt.
"What's up Uncle David?" I asked. Oh yeah, he was my uncle, the main reason I hadn't been kicked out of the school.
"Well we have a new student with us and I was wondering if your wouldn't mind showing her the ropes?" He asked.
"Why?" I asked, it wasn't like I was the on the honour roll or anything. I probably wasn't the best person to give this school any good credit.
"Let's just say its will make up for your little...disagreement in the hallway this morning," he said turning back to his computer.
"Fine." I agreed, I really didn't want to have a detention on the first day back, I had practice to attend.
"Well then Beca, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Chloe Beale," I turned my head and only just noticed the presence of another person who had been there the entire time.
She had fiery red hair and these incredible blue eyes, like the ocean. She was insanely hot, probably one of the hottest looking girls here. Not to mention her incredible looking body, that I was subtly checking out. She stood up and held her hand out supposedly for me to shake.
I looked down at it, then back at her. I turned around and walked to the door, "Let's get moving red, we don't have all day," I said with a smirk.
She quickly grabbed her stuff as I held open the door.
We walked out me slightly ahead and her tailing behind looking at her surroundings.
I explained each department in minimal detail, one because I couldn't be bothered to give an in-depth description, and two because I had no idea what each department actually did. All I do is show up to the lessons, well sometimes, it's not like I actually pay any attention to what's going on.
After showing Chloe everything around the school we went outside to have a look at the sports facilities. She was apparently really athletic, and it showed, she did Cheerleading at her old school, which in my opinion isn't a sport but there you go.
After looking around for about an hour I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette along with my lighter. I put it to my lips and watched the little flame tinge the end until it began to smoke.
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Chloe awkwardly standing there, clearly not knowing what to do.
"You don't mind do you?" I asked as I blew out a greyish cloud.
"Oh no, no. You're all good." She said with a wave of her hand.
"Want one?" I offered.
"No. I'm fine thank you," she replied.
I finished up and dig out a strawberry flavoured piece of chewing gum, the only type I'd have, weird I know.
We headed back inside, and I asked for her schedule, so she'd know where she was supposed to go. I wasn't a complete ass all the time, just most of the time.
I found out she had the rest of History with , same as me then Math with Miss Posen with me also then she was by herself for the rest of the day.
I led her to the history department, not making any effort to rush. When we finally arrived I pushed the door open and walked inside, Chloe tailing behind me.
"Ms. Mitchell," greeted.
"Alright Mr.J," I responded, walking to my seat in the back row.
Chloe followed behind me, looking a little shy. "Oh Mr. J. We got a freshman with us," I gestured behind me.
"Oh yes, I was told that I might have a new student with us today. Well, introduce yourself please," he said moving back to his place at the front of the class
"Erm, my name is Chloe Beale, I just moved here from Florida," she said with smile.
"Well Chloe, please take a seat next to , I'm sure she'll take good care of you," the class all laughed at his comment, me included.
Chloe obviously looked confused, as well as .
You see, I am what they call a womaniser, a player if you will. I have been with boys and girls, but I prefer girls. Boys are way too rough for my liking, and they are all just generally quite immature. I've been with the majority of the girls in my year a few younger and one or two college girls, so I knew what I was doing in that department.
I'd be with the girls for about a week or so then leave them, I'd more or less have a new girl on my arm every week. Mean, I suppose but it was just the way I operated.
Chloe was looking at me with a questioning look, but I just shrugged it off, she didn't need to know my ways, just yet. It was only her first day after all.
I looked around the class, everyone was taking down notes, well everyone except me. I was already bored, and now I had resulted to tapping my pencil on the table to a beat of a song I was working on. I had zoned out of the lesson and was in my own world, lyrics were being formed and the melody being created, each individual layer of the song being put together. It was probably my favourite part of creating a song next to performing it. Just the feeling of knowing it was something you created from a scratch and then seeing it as a fully completed song.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a loud shouting, "Beca! Beca! Mitchell!"
I snapped my head forward, and saw a very angry looking Mr. Jenkins, "Did you find something more interesting to think about than my lesson, ?" He asked arms folded.
30 pairs of eyes all turned and stared at me waiting for an answer.
"Do you really want me to answer that Sir?" I said. A few people later out a chuckle which they muffled by keeping their putting their hands over the mouths.
"Outside now!" He barked, I sighed, grabbed my stuff and walked out turning my head to give a wink at everyone as closed the door behind me.
"Start paying attention, Beca. This is your final year then you are finally able to leave. If you continue this behaviour I can ensure that your last year won't be very enjoyable," he warned. His face was stern, I'd heard this speech multiple times before so by now my response was autopilot.
"Not like it was going to be enjoyable anyway?" I claimed, folding my arms. He put his hand to his forehead.
"Principal's office now'" he said walking back into the classroom. I walked off with a smirk, Uncle David never shouted at me, got a bit annoyed sure, but never shouted so going there wasn't a problem to me, I'd rather be there than in my boring class.
I made my way down the hall and knocked on the door, a loud "come in" permitted her entrance. I walked, dropped my bag down on the floor and slumped down into the chair opposite Uncle David. He was just staring at me, I gave him a brazen smile in response. He rubbed his temple and tried to think of something to say, considering I'd only been there less than 2 hours ago.
"Do I even want to know Beca?"
"Eh probably not," I said with a smile.
"Well come on then, I guess I should know why my niece is in my office, again I might add. Is this going to be a repeat of last year?"
I pretended to contemplate it, "Probably. But it's not my fault lessons could fucking kill someone with how boring they are,"
"Language," was all he said. He went back to his computer for a while, before speaking again. "Beca this needs to stop. I'm going to give you a ultimatum, you get more than 6 detentions this year, I'm going to pull you from the soccer team,"
"What?!" I shouted.
Oh yeah, I play soccer to, I'm Barden's star player and youngest captain ever being given the role in my sophomore year.
So I play soccer, am in a kick ass band and am an all round badass, it's a real hit with the ladies I'm telling you.
"Bec—,"
"No! You can't do that!"
"I think you'll find I can, I already do enough by not telling your Dad how much trouble you get in, but it's getting out of control Beca. So, behave and you continue to play on the team,"
"Fine," I said in a huff. I couldn't believe this guy.
"Now where are you off to next?" He asked looking hopeful that I wouldn't already be making a dent in his offer.
"Maths." I said bluntly. I hated Maths. Period. It was pointless and I saw zero use in trying to find x, it's not like I'm going to be walking down the street one day and someone asks me to figure out an algebra problem is it?! No! So why do it?!
"With?" He asked worriedly, knowing my particular despise for the subject and also the place where the majority of my detentions had come from.
" ," I said with a smirk. Me and had a...special relationship, she hated me and I hated her, it was a bloodbath whenever I was in her lessons, even when I wasn't that bad in lessons she still found a way to get me in trouble. So long story short we hated each other.
Uncle David just groaned, "Beca, I'm going to really need you to try for me, okay. I know you and Ms. Posen hate each other but you are going to have to get over it." He said while I just stared at him in disbelief,
"I DO try, she's just a psycho!" I said, these were all facts she once went absolutely apeshit when I told her I 'disrespected' Pythagoras Theorem, by saying it's just a triangle, and if I was that bothered about the length of it, then I'd just measure it! She then proceeded to scream at me for a full on 15 minutes, while I just stared at her blankly not really caring and ignoring everything she was saying.
"Right, go to Lessons. Now! And I don't want to see you in here again," he said sternly, turning back to his computer.
I grabbed my stuff, and walked out with a smirk. I stopped in the doorway, "I wouldn't count on it," was the last thing I said before closing the door behind me.
I headed off to Maths, I was already late which would end up with a telling off from the devil herself but did I care? No. So I casually walked in, ignoring the death stares I was receiving from the blonde teacher. I walked down to the back row and slouched down into the seat a scowl on my face.
I noticed Chloe sitting in the front row, great. I already had a feeling she was one of the those good girls, straight A's, probably doesn't swear, never drinks.
So basically the polar opposite of me.
"Mitchell, want to explain why you are late?" She said angrily, she was only 2 minutes late, what was the big deal?
"Principal's office," I said rolling my eyes.
"Of course," she said with a small laugh, I know super professional.
"Meaning?" I shot back, the whole class's attention was now caught all looking between them as they fired back at one another.
"You always seem to end up there don't you?" She said in a condescending tone.
I was about to reply but my Uncle's deal made its way into my mind, I couldn't afford to lose out on soccer this year. So I bit my tongue and sat in my seat, jaw clenched and arms forward.
Ms. Posen had a smug grin on her face which I so desperately wanted to smack off.
By the end of the lesson I'd done nothing, I'd managed (was forced) to write down the title and the date and do 5 questions and that was about it. I'd looked over at the new redhead a few times, and as I predicted she was incredible at Maths, she practically answered every question at ease and may have been impressed Satan's spawn herself.
The bell finally rang and I rushed out, on the way to my locker I bumped into Coach Conners.
"Mitchell, we have an emergency meeting in 10 minutes," was all he said as he walked off. Shoot. I quickly dig out my phone from my jacket and texted Jesse.
Beca [12.15] Practice is off for today, meet at mine after school
I sent it, put my phone back in my pocket and went in the direction of the school sports meeting conference. Barden was q big in sports, we were in all the top divisions with lots of our students getting scholarships for collages. So, the school had built the PE department their own meeting areas where most of the business type stuff went down.
I walked in and saw our entire squad there.
They all had pretty serious looks on their faces, not looking happy.
"Guys, what's all this about?" I said sitting down.
"Beca, the Principal has had a word and told me all about this little...ultimatum that he has given you," he sighed as he said this, "Beca...this can't keep happening, if I hear any particular bad behaviour from you, I'm sorry but I will pull you as Captain. You are exceptional on the pitch, but a good captain needs to be exceptional off the pitch as well. We need you Mitchell. Don't screw it up," he warned. With that he left, and the other girls started filling out as well. Well fuck.
That wasn't what I expected. I stormed out slamming the door behind me, this day couldn't possibly get worse. I was the best player on that team, they needed me. No one else on that team was close to being able to captain that team, I mean don't get me wrong we are one of the best teams in the state, but none of them had the leadership skills to take over. I relasidr hadn't had anything to eat so I headed over to the canteen, hoping nothing else would go wrong.
I weaved my way through the masses of students, grabbed an apple and some chocolate milk and went over to my table. No one else dared to sit at my table except Jesse, Chicago, and Stacie before she left, but as I made my way over I saw red hair. I instantly got mad. Maybe it was the warning of having my role as captain taken away and the way Ms. Posen spoke to me, but I was really mad. Who does this girl think she is?!
I sat down and slammed my tray down.
"Who wants to explain what's going on here?" Both Jesse and Chicago looked down guilty, they knew the rules.
"Well?" I was still waiting on my answer.
"She's new Beca, thought we'd help her out a bit," Jesse said. Chloe looked extremely awkward and almost scared by my sudden outburst. I sort of felt bad now, oh well.
"I can see that," I said. I thought for a minute when the redheads voice spoke up.
"I'm just going to get going, sorry about invading your table," she said apologetically, she went to pick up her tray before I stopped her.
"Hold up Red. You can stay," I said taking a bite of my apple.
"Thank you," She said almost thankful that I'd offered her a place on my table.
"So...Red. What brings you to hell?" I said with a smirk.
She smiled back, "Well I'm from Tampa, Florida. My brothers in the army, and he got his base here so we moved with him, we used to travel a bit but we decided to stay in one place," she explained.
"Oh nice," Jesse said, taking an interest. Chicago joined their conversation while I just sat and stayed silent, it was how she was in most social situations.
The topic of the Back To School Bash came up and my attention was caught.
"You should totally come, your first official Barden Party," Chicago said, "We are performing as well!" He mentioned
"Performing," Chloe questioned.
"Yeah, we are all in a band," Jesse pitched in.
"No, way! That's so cool!" Chloe exclaimed.
"Yeah ATC," Chicago said, he went on to explain all of our roles in the band, and some of the places that we play.
"Well I'll come down for sure," Chloe said with a smile, and for some reason my insides felt strange. Was I excited that this new girl wanted to come? It was like I felt the desire to impress her, like I wanted to show her how good I was. And I didn't like it.