I got an idea and have decided to roll with it. I don't know if I will make Aubrey or one of the other Bellas the "villian girl." The "villain boy" will probe be Bumper and Tom.

Side-note: There won't be Bella's as acapella but there will still be music and singing and stuff.


Chapter 1: Immigration Song

Beca groaned stretching her legs out from under her, and closing the lid to her laptop. She sat up straighter and looked around at the other passengers of airplane. Most were asleep concerning it was a red eye flight and was around 1o'clock in the morning if they were not flying over the ocean at this moment. Slipping her earphones around her neck Beca rested her head in her arms and closed her eyes.

20 hours ago, her dad had come running into her room telling her to start packing, everything. Not even waiting for her to answer he ran back out.

"Dad!?"

"What?" can the muffled reply.

"Why the hell do I have to pack."

"We are moving"

Beca blinked, moving from her desk to the door. "Did I hear that correctly?"

Her dad came back into view, already holding a full suitcase and set it down on the floor nested to two more. "

Yes, you did Becs. We are moving not permanently, we can come back. But for the next year or so we are going to be staying in England. Oxford to be exact. I got a teaching job, it's very short notice, I know. But I called your school, your already out of that program and transferred to a school there. I'm sorry, but I have to go. My plane leaves in an 3 hours and I don't want to be late. Your plane however is in 10, so you have 6 hours to pack and get to the airport. I left your tickets and money on the counter for a taxi and a complete list of the addresses when you get there. You can call always call me"

And with that he was out the door.

"Fuck." Beca turned around looking at the mess on the floor.

It's not like Beca really cared that she was leaving, she was not by all means popular at school. She was the quiet, gay girl that said nothing in class, talked back to teacher, still managed to get the best grades in class, always walked around with headphones, had 5 tattoos and no friends. More of less, she was the schools loner, but the schools loner that got beat up every week by the football players and there girlfriends that thought overtime she looked at them she was checking them out.

So here she was on the red eye to London, alone. Beca lifted her head when the sound of the pilots voice filled the plane. "We will be landing in 15 minutes, Thank you for flying with us today. and I hope you enjoy your stay in London." Beca shifted her shoulders and reached down to pull her bag from under her seat and slipped her laptop in. Pulling out the paper her dad left on the counter she reread for the 10th time the address of her new/temporary home. When the plane landed and they finally were aloud off, Beca made her way to the baggage area, sent a texted to her dad to let him know she had not been kidnapped, killed or other wise not made it to Heathrow and collected her two bags filled with about 15% clothes 85% DJ equipment. She dragged them to the taxi waiting area and was instantly surrounded by 5 people waiting to take her.

"uh…" Beca paniked.

Before she could say anything a middle eastern man took her both her bags without hesitation and plead then in his trunk.

"Where to miss?"

"Oxford, uhm…2341 William street. 236B." Beca resisted.

"Oxford?" the man said holding the door hope for her. "are you studying there?"

Beca waited tell the man was behind the wheel, before answering. "No, my dad is teaching there now. So I had to moved there."

"Your American?" He asked pulling out of the airport.

"Did my accent give it away?" Beca said smiling.

"Nah, your sticker on you bag did."

"Shit, forgot about that."

The man laughed, and leaned forward to turn the radio up. As the sound of the next song came on the two settled into a comfortable silence, has the man drove his way through London. Several hours later, the man smoothly parked the car by the curd.

"Miss, we're here." he turned around to see the Beca had fallen asleep with her head resting on the window. "Excuse me? Miss?" he gently shock Beca shoulder.

Beca opened her eyes, "Jesus, we are here already. Your one speedy drive man." She opened to door taking her bag with her.

"Thanks, its my specialty." He popped to trunk and lifted both bags out. "Do you need help bring them in?"

"I think I got it, how much do owe you?" Beca said pulling out her wallet.

"30"

Handing the man the money Beca shouldered her bag and grabbed the other two by the handles. "Thank You."

"Don't mention it Miss, it's my job after all." He tipped nodded his head and hoped in the car.

Beca watched him drive away before turning towards her new house and hopefully better life.