The glaring sun creeps in slowly while Beca is still snuggling in her ever cozy bed. Just then, her 4th alarm rings. Reluctantly, Beca pull herself off the bed then head to the shower room to wash up.
The shower room is down the hallway so I'd better hurry up.
Beca wants to reach class early before everyone, so to avoid all the stares that she might get if she's late.
English Literature wasn't Beca's most preferred subject. As the matter of fact, it's her most hated subject of the course. But it is a core subject. Though she didn't mind skipping classes, it would be more of a trouble if her father start poking in. So she had to at least show a face there to get attendance. After freshen up, she packed up her items, grab a coffee from the kiosk on the way and rushes off to class.
Good, no one is here yet. I hope no one actually knows that I'm some lecturer's daughter. I don't want any drama to blast off the second day of my college life.
Beca stroll along the empty classroom to the last row of seat. The next minute, huge flow of student start to flock in. Luckily, this class consist mostly of the freshmen. It would be easier to blend in.
She looks around the class and screen through her classmates. There are some seniors in this class too, probably taking their electives. There is one guy wearing like a hippy/pop star. As if he is trying to catch all the attention he wants.
As usual, the rest of the students in class look like any other guy or girl next door. No one that have impressed Beca.
Meh….this class is gonna bore me out through. Not that I have expected it to be any better.
Beca rolls her eye when the lecturer came in. A typical history teaching old man in a collared up shirt and a bow tie. The aura he gives off wasn't cheerful at all but rather, a 'if you start playing any tricks in my class, you will regret it' kind.
Beca grunts and continues playing with her pen.
Huh…just when I thought that things could not be worse. E. Lit with a grumpy old lecturer.
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Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Can't believe I slept through my 8'o clock alarm and now I'll definitely be late for E. Lit.
Being late. Me, being late?! I don't want to be the one stepping on Mr. Jackson's tail.
Aubrey loves E. Lit classes. But Mr. Jackson is never the nicest lecturer in Barden University. He screams his lungs out at students in front of everybody, leaving no dignity. Having that happen would not add value to the image Aubrey already have since last year.
Her thoughts runs around wild in her mind as she scrambles out of bed. Rushing to the bathroom, she heads for a quick wash before collecting her items to class. Aubrey always prepare her books on the table before she sleeps just in case incidents like such happen. Even though she is late, Aubrey makes sure that she is neat and presentable. After all, impression is always important.
Checking herself through one last time, Aubrey grabs her stuff and off she go with the wind.
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I couldn't believe that such subject is actually a core for music, art and business management….
It hasn't been 10 minutes since class start but Beca's mind has been traveling out in space already.
Doodling on her notebook grumpily, hoping that she don't fall asleep when…
*BANG!*
The classroom door flew open and a gorgeous blond girl rushes in. She stops her footsteps immediately when she oversees the entire class staring directly at her.
Ah, something interesting is happening I hope. A comment taken in mind as Beca starts checking her out. Woah, cute girl.
It is clearly shown that this girl has hastily rush in. But all the running did not cover off Aubrey's radiant. Beca have met lots of blondies, but this beauty is definitely the center of attraction the moment she steps into class.
A full lips that seem slightly shocked, flawless porcelain skin from the shine of the sun, soft curled hair lying on both shoulders and the most attractive misty grey eyes mixes with a hint of green that Beca has ever seen. It draws Beca in the moment she caught it with hers.
Beca couldn't take her eyes off Aubrey. Yup, things might get interesting.
Aubrey turns to Mr. Jackson and starting shooting out apologies. "I'm so sorry Mr. Jackson, I know it is entirely my fault that I was late and I will ensure to you that there are no second mistakes happening from me, ever!" Aubrey speeds off, one hand putting over her chest to show slow down her heart beat and show sincerity.
A red hair guy with jumper and torn jean trousers shouts. "Hey, hey, hey! Isn't it Ms. Posen here? The perfect student of Barden. Oh my, Ms. Perfect is actually late for class! Tsk Tsk Tsk…"
"Go easy on her Bumper. Maybe, she is too busy chocking up something before she manage to pick herself up for class" said another brunette guy with marbled black shirt and navy blue jeans.
"Owh! Burn!" The entire class shouts in excitement.
The reddish blush from Aubrey's face deepen in color as it shifts from embarrassment to anger. Instantly, Aubrey returns a snarly sarcastic come back.
"How did you know that, Jason? No wonder no one wants to choke down on yours, too busy choking on your own?"
Hah! Touche girl!
"That's it! We have enough of this! I won't have my class being disrupted over such a matter like this. Ms. Posen, I will not allow another happening like this anymore. You hear me?"
Mr. Jackson gain control over the commotion. He makes sure that Ms. Posen gets his memo clear before asking her to sit. Aubrey takes her seat on the second last row, 2 columns away from Beca after acknowledging Mr. Jackson.
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Late to class. How could I make such mistakes? I feel guilty for not fulfilling my responsibility as a student. Worst still, the stares makes me cringe. And Bumper will always finds a way to criticize. What a hateful little prick! No, I cannot show emotion to the comments these douche makes. Remember what your father say, you are not allowed to show emotions to your enemies.
Aubrey puts one of her hands on her chest to calm the heavy breathing and another on her stomach before anything spurts out. She didn't have time to grab breakfast but this system could still burst like a volcano if it goes wankco.
Calming down, Aubrey is about to revert her attention to the lecture when she feels a stare from the back.
She turns her head slightly to check, only to see a girl in plaid and black hoodie looking out to the green fields that reaches the far end of Barden. She's a freshman for sure cause Aubrey have never seen her in campus before.
This girl definitely rocks the attitude of "I don't give a shit". But, mysterious as she is. The way she looks into the far ahead field seems to yearn for freedom so much.
Just that moment. The morning sun shines in, clearing up the misty bubble surrounding Beca. As the sun light hits Beca, the glow lights up her face. Instantly showing her gem like blue eyes that glitters with the sun. It is like the sea. The deep blue orb shows depth and adventure. Secretly, Aubrey wishes that she could also give off a ravaging demeanor like this mysterious hooded girl before she return her attention to the class.
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Whew! Blondie has finally turn her attention back to the board. She caught me off guard when she looked over suddenly. Luckily I manage to dodge her eyes in time. Beca wipes off the cold sweat she didn't know she had.
This girl is a beauty and quick tempered for sure. But why do I sense sadness in her eyes when she return her attention to class?
Looking far towards the horizon of Barden. She wonders.
Beca's focus revert back to Aubrey once again. Reviewing this girl that flusters over stares but retaliate perfectly at the guys for their douche acts. Beca thinks a lady is god damn sexy when she is being serious and Ms. Posen seems like one that never take things lightly at all. (Evident to what just happened in class) More to that, Beca finds it amazing that blondie could focus entirely on such a boring class.
Refocusing her attention, Beca gets back into the pace of day dreaming in class once more. Though time to time, Beca will still steal a glance or two on the eye candy that sits not far away from her. A smile appears by the corner of her lips.
Well, maybe this class might not be as bad as it seems.