So this is my first Jeca fic, it's long, I apologise. Just a note that I'm English so although I'm not putting a location on my story (For that reason) most of my norms (and laws) are set to my own knowledge, for example the characters are 17 here, so they will be drinking. (The legal age for drinking in the UK is 18, so it's not drastic for 17 year olds to drink!) Also another issue with culture is school, I've tried my best to base this on an American style high school (Compulsory until 18 if I'm correct? Please tell me if I'm not!) So I'm really sorry if this gets confusing and please feel free to message me if something doesn't make sense, or something is incorrect.

This chapter is longer than I plan the others to be, but I wanted to get most of Beca's back story
into the first chapter so I wouldn't have to cut out of the story to explain later on.

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

Beca Mitchell moved into her new house (note house, not home. This building by no means would ever be considered a home) 2 weeks before the end of summer. Her father had originally planned to have her move over as soon as she broke up for the summer, but Beca kept delaying the official move with some excuse or another. Unfortunately for Beca the 'I don't want to leave my friends or family' excuse didn't work for long considering Beca had no real friends and did not get on with her mother, so eventually her father made the choice for her by showing up out of the blue one Saturday morning and packing the rest of Beca's belongings and taking his only daughter with him.

Beca wasn't sure why she was so against moving. There was nothing holding her back at her old home, it didn't hold any amazing memories but it was as much of a home she had ever known. Her bedroom still had the little fairies scribbled beside her desk which she had drawn at the age of 11 to watch over her when her parents were arguing and she had been sent to her room again, she hadn't the heart to paint over them. Beca didn't even have friends holding her back,
Beca did have friends.
Once.
Before it all happened, back when Beca still wanted to wear her hair in pig tails and flounce around in a pretty white dress she had a fair few friends but they soon left her the minute Beca 'changed', Beca didn't blame them too much for it, who would want to stay friends with the girl who would rather paint her nails black with her eye makeup to match over the pretty blue eye shadow the rest of the school was sporting? And who would want to hang out with the girl who would rather spend her spare time locked up in her room making music opposed to going to the local youth club and kissing boys? So when Beca's last few friends eventually stopped inviting Beca over for sleepovers and girly nights around the age of 15, Beca did not take offence, if anything she was relieved. Now Beca could focus on the one thing that did matter to her; making music and finishing high school as soon as possible so she could move to LA to start her career. Nothing was going to change that dream, not her parents or their god awful new partners, if anything they were just a motivation for her to leave. (They were the motivation for Beca to do anything rebellious really, hence the piercings and tattoos, well to be fair each of the tattoos had a deeper meaning which Beca hadn't shared with anyone but the fact that her parents disapproved was most defiantly an added extra once she had got them).

Beca didn't speak to her dad for the entire 45 minute journey, not that it mattered the amount her father talked anyway. He spent the car ride covering a range of topics that affected Beca's life, filling Beca in on her new school that he had managed to get her a place at thanks to his new job 'One of the best schools in the country Bec'. Filling her in on the step monsters life 'She's just started at a new law firm'. The only part of the conversation Beca really paid attention too was when her father mentioned her little (step) Sister Molly. Although Molly and Beca were by no means related Beca had always had a special bond with the 13 year old, despite the fact that she was 3 years younger. Molly was one of the very few girls Beca still saw the good in. The first time Molly and Beca had met when Beca had visited her dad for the first time since he finally left her mother for Sheila her and Molly spent the evening speaking about music, Beca's favourite subject. Molly had noticed Beca's conch piercing in the middle of her ear and asked her mother if she could get one, since then Sheila had decided Beca was a bad influence on her daughter and had not tried to hide the opinion from Beca.
'Molly spends weekends and a few week days at her dads so she won't be in your way too much, she's at her dads this week whilst you settle into the new home then she'll be back to start school, Molly has the bigger room considering she has toys and her little friends come over, but don't worry Bec I've installed a shelving unit on your wall for your little music hobby. Beca gave a half hearted smirk/smile at her dad for that, the only real response he'd gotten out of the whole journey.

Beca climbed out of the car and looked at her new house, it was much bigger than the small two bed flat Beca had lived in with her mother, this house had two floors plus an attic, the walls were white and the whole house had a very art deco feel to it, maybe it was the black window frames and door contrasting with the white.
Beca grabbed her laptop bag and headed inside, leaving the rest of the bags to her dad to carry in.

Later that evening Beca was sat in her room which overlooked the front street surrounded by boxes of Beca's clothes and music equipment. The room was a fair size, a small double bed was pushed against the wall opposite the window, pushed against the other wall was Beca's shelving unit her dad had installed and a desk, she had her wardrobe and chest of draws pushed up against the same wall as the door then finally she had the small door leading to Beca's small bathroom. Beca was impressed with the bathroom, after having only one in her old home and now having one to herself it seemed like a luxury that she would no longer have to wait for her mother or her new boyfriend at that time to hurry up.

Beca was lost in her own thought when she heard her dad call down from the front door, since her window overlooked the front of the street so she just leaned out from her window. The first thing that drew her gaze was the red hair below her.

'Up here Dad'
'Beca don't lean out of the window, that's not safe. Come down here and greet your neighbour Chloe'

The girl looked up and fixed eyes with Beca from the floor, she was pretty and must have been around Beca's age. Beca sighed, this meant that her dad was trying to get involved in Beca's social life, he'd never understood why Beca had wanted to stay inside rather than go play and had been constantly forcing play dates on her until Beca had starting fighting with the other kids so he eventually gave up.

'Can't she come in, it's cold, where are your manners father?
'Enough of the cheek please Beca. I assume you haven't unpacked your boxes yet and I'm sure you wouldn't want to give Chloe a bad impression of you the first time you meet her'.
The girl looked between the father and daughter caught in the tension before breaking the silence, 'I'd be happy to help you unpack Beca if you need some help?'
Beca continued looking down at the girl before giving a slow nod and her father gestured for the girl to come in. The girl did seem nice and she'd made an effort to meet her so Beca at least had to try and act nice (Beca may not have been a social person, but she was no way not a nice person, after spending years being teased for the way she chose to look she would never want to make anyone else feel bad).

Beca stood awkwardly outside her door waiting for the girl to come up the stairs before greeting her with a smile and gesturing her to follow her through the door. Chloe followed and sat on Beca's bed lifting the lid of one of her boxes as she did so.
'Wow, records! Not many people have these anymore do they, do they still make them?'
Beca continued to stare at the red head trying to determine whether the girl was genuinely curious or was just mocking her, but considering the girl hadn't laughed yet Beca decided she should answer.
'Um, not really I mean they do, but not many people buy them anymore. I really only love them because the old music shop in my hometown was owned by a really nice old man, and when I was younger I used to go there when I was upset and stuff, you know. And he would let me pick a record and have it for free. I didn't actually have a record player at the time but I thought they looked really cool, so for my birthday my mum and dad got me that guy' Beca finished pointing at the record player currently taking up the only space on her shelf.

'That's nice, the family that lived here before used to love music, they used to give me singing lessons when I was a kid, I was sad they had to move, but you seem nice, hopefully we'll be fast friends. Do you sing?'
Beca didn't quite know how to react to the forwardness of the girl, Beca Mitchell did not have friends. But this girl who she had only met 5 minutes ago was declaring them to already be just that, Beca turned away from the girl awkwardly placing records on her shelf whilst answering her question.
'No not really, I mean I know how to sing, and I sing in the shower and stuff but I'm not really good at it'.
'I bet you are! You look like a singing kind of girl, all alternative and what not!'
Beca let out a slight laugh before turning back to the girl. 'I really can't haha, how old are you anyway?'
Beca tried to change the subject before the girl made her do something terrible, like sing.
'I'm 17, your dad said you were too, he told me you were moving in today last week, he wanted me to meet you as we're most likely going to be in the same tutor in school'.
Beca gave a little nod to show she had heard the girl but didn't quite know what to reply, the girl continued speaking anyway.
'I'm sure you're worried about starting school so late, I just want you to know that my friends are great, like really great. We're kind of a group of misfits really, it's why we all bond so well. And I have no doubt that they would like you, so you're welcome to join out group, that's if you, you know. Want too'
Beca looked at the redhead who suddenly looked more embarrassed than her original bubbly aura. She had a million thoughts running through here head, mainly telling her to say no, that Beca Mitchell was an independent girl, she did not need the help of some random neighbour to decide if she or if she didn't have friends in this new town. But something was also telling Beca that she should just try. Beca was not a quitter and she was no way going to throw in the towel before she had even met the group.
'That sounds really nice Chloe, thank you. I honestly appreciate it'
Chloe smiled back at Beca before staring her sentence, relief flooding into her eyes, it was weird to see someone really try with Beca.
'Great, we're actually all going to get coffee later, if you want to join'
'I, erm, why the hell not haha, sure!'

Finally finished this chapter, again, sorry it is long. I'm also sorry that there is no Jesse yet, this will be a Jeca fic, but the rest of the group, including the boys will be included I promise. Please, please review, message etc and tell me what you think.