Sorry it took a little longer to update this bad boy! Decided to split this chapter up in two parts, which you guys will enjoy since there's a lot more written than initially intended ;) Good news also, next chapter is ALREADY written, so I'll post it sometime tomorrow! Yes, you'll find out what's going on around Barden. Maybe not this chapter but definitely next!
Some more few dropped hints are also mentioned A LOT in this chap, so I bet it will have the bolts in your head twistin' a bit!
Without further a do, Enjoy!
(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT)
Chapter Three: House Mothers From Hell
"Beca, come on!" You hear Dr. Mitchell call out, pleading for Beca to stay, but she's already long gone out the doors to even hear. He slumps his entire body, defeated, and it kind of breaks your heart seeing a past professor torn up, though you don't have all the pieces to the puzzle to put two and two together.
You wait a little bit, making it seem like you weren't just listening in on their private conversation trying to stalk his daughter to get some juicy info out of her and instead, just strolling through the hallways, casually, like a normal, innocent and definitely not nosey college student.
When you decide to poke out from the corner where you played spy the whole time, you walk in the general direction where Dr. Mitchell is standing, head down, rubbing his temples full of frustration and overall looks like Beca just beat the crap out of him emotionally.
Your footsteps against the school's tile signal your arrival once you're close enough and he lifts his head from the ground where he was paralyzed staring at. As a quick cover up, he curves a fake half smile with a generous nod to you before moving back into his classroom and closing the door. Returning the greeting with your usual dashing smile, innocent and all, you head through the same doors as Beca, hoping to catch her before she completely storms off.
By the time you make it outside and dart towards the student parking lot, the chances of finding Beca before she leaves are slim to none. You scan the entire perimeter for Beca; the rebel that keeps sneaking away from your fingertips once you get pass the general and vague conversation the girl shields herself with. In reality, you just want more alone time with the freshman, more time to just get to know her.
The main story that's behind all the black clothes and leather, insane overuse of heavy make up, a muscle car your dad would give his right arm just to have a test drive and now apparently, what she could possibly be doing at Barden that's risking her life.
Yeah, maybe that's something to be a little suspicious of, especially when Beca is a freshman and the most of her problems should be packing on that freshman fifteen, not getting hurt.
Rumors are fun and all for a little while, especially Aubrey's set idea that Beca is a drug dealer, but eventually the same old talk going around Barden-even with the few short weeks into the first month-that there's something extremely off putting about the new freshman girl. You just want to get behind the mystery and solve the damn thing already.
But so far, the main suspect you're looking for is nowhere in sight.
As you're losing hope that Beca is long gone somewhere unknown, again, you catch a whiff of a strong smokey scent, and familiar black mustang in the distance with the same girl you've been searching for propped up on the top of its hood, back against the windshield and smoking another cigarette without a care to the world.
Relived as an understatement, feet move on autopilot across the parking lot until you're at an arm's reach of the freshman and you're rocking back and forth from the heels to the balls of your feet, books wrapped up snugly in your arms as you wait for your arrival to become noticed.
It never does, unfortunately, as you catch a white cord ranging from Beca's pocket all the way up to her ears that are hidden beneath her silky chocolate hair and she has her eyes shut under her glasses from a glimpse. Figuring that any outside noise is mute to Beca, you reach out your hand to brush the freshman's shoulder to get her attention, but what you're not expecting is your wrist to basically get twisted off your forearm and an unfolded, scary sharp pocket knife to be pointed directly centimeters away from your face.
"Oh my God!" You gasp while stepping away from Beca's car and take in the petrified look that just washed over Beca's face when seconds ago she was relaxed, calm and in her own little world.
And now you are worried that you have a dislocated wrist.
At this point, you don't know who is more scared, but for one you can say that your precious life just flashed right before your eyes. "I'm so….I'm so sorry!" You start to stutter because the knife is still pointed at you and Beca seems truly surprised, or terrified and oh my God, why is there a knife pointed at me right now on school property?!
Beca's body softens, as well as her facial expression and she's retracting the pocket knife back into her jeans before resettling back into her previous position on top of her hood, acting like nothing just happened.
And pulling a knife out on someone is a normal thing to do.
"Sneaking up on people like that will get you hurt, Red," she says calm and contented while you stand frozen like a statue with your knees trembling in fear.
You don't answer right away because your brain is still trying to process the fact that not only does Beca carry a gun on her, but she also carries a decent size pocket knife like a case of mints. Once your heart rate falls back to normal and your life doesn't feel threatened anymore, you start to speak.
"I just wanted to say hi," you say, slowly moving your feet closer to Beca's car, but keeping a cautious stance because who knows what this girl can whip out on you next in her pocket full of deadly weapons.
A missile maybe?
If you're really lucky, maybe even a grenade.
"And to also give you these." You reach into your purse and grab Beca's opened pack of cigarettes, handing them over with only faint tremble in your hand.
Taking the cigarettes after eyeing them for a moment and shoving them into her jacket pocket, "You stalking me now?" Beca's response is snarky and there's a dirty smirk on her face now and you can't help but to relax under it. "Seems like I just can't get away from you."
You try to not focus on the mention of Beca trying to avoid you because just thinking about it stings quite a bit. There's a smile on her face though, or smirk, and that can't possibly mean she's being serious about trying to get away from you.
Or could it?
"I was expecting a 'thank you, Chloe, you're so nice'." You feel better about being next to Beca and that changes your whole attitude on your response back. "Maybe it's fate," you say, shrugging your shoulders just in time before Beca can turn her head away, moving the cigarette up to her lips and inhaling. "You know, since you won't have dinner with me."
You don't dwell at the "warm" welcoming at the pocket knife that was just flashed at your face you just encountered moments ago, not wanting to scare Beca off just yet. So, changing the subject is your only option, keeping it on a playful note is even better.
"You still hung over dinner?" Beca arches a brow impressed, clearly fascinated that you're still interested in hanging out with the girl. It's actually surprising seeing her so impressed by something that comes so natural to you, like it doesn't come that often, which you don't understand.
You nod your head with a smile at first, but then you morph it into a sad pout, jutting your bottom lip and earning a very satisfying chuckle from Beca. Shaking her head, she scoots her body over on the hood of her car, keeping the air between you two silent, but obviously insinuating something more with the move.
You stare at the new space on the hood, questioning what your next move should be.
Like do you join Beca?
Does she want you to leave?
Was she just getting into a more comfortable position?
Sensing your hesitation on what to do, Beca slides down the aviators on her eyes to the tip of her nose, patting the newly empty space next to her. "Come on." She gestures with her head next, along with that permanent (you're 110% sure of) smirk on her face. "It's not dinner like you wanted, but sure as Hell is all you're gonna get."
With that, you take the invitation faster than you have ever made a decision in your life, dropping your bag next to the front tire and sliding up on top of the car's hood, joining Beca and getting as comfortable as you can get while laying on a giant piece of metal. Like you've just been invited to sit with the president at dinner, you try to wipe the ridiculously large grin off your face before Beca has the chance to look at you, knowing she'd have more than a mouthful to say if she saw your manic smile that's brighter than the sun.
"So, Red. Tell me about yourself," Beca casually drops, inhaling some more smoke into her body.
You take a deep breath, holding in the swoon that's threatening to come out at the fact that Beca actually wants to get to know you, hopefully on a personal level, but you don't want to jump the guns just yet. However, it's not like you asked for the icebreaker; she did, and that's enough to make your heart race at the possibility of your encounters around school becoming more than just strangers.
"I'm a senior here at Barden, moved here from Tampa Florida," you start off with the usual basics of getting to know someone. "I'm majoring in Music, minoring in English and is head sister at Beta Theta Pi." Your hand moves to your neck, untucking the silver chain from your hoodie and flashing Beca with the giant cursive "B" that twinkles when the sunlight hits the little studded diamonds surrounding the letter.
Beca's line of sight falls to your neck where the necklace is out for show, flicking off the ashes away from her hood and takes another inhale of her cigarette. "Babe paradise?" she asks as all the smoke fills her lungs and she blows it out in a thick cloud. "The...Bellas or some shit."
You instantly light up that Beca knows the name of your sorority and retucks the mandatory necklace to be worn for any sister attending back into your hoodie. "Yeah! Been an active member for three year now, going on four!"
Beca nods her head, listening, and offers you some of her cigarette but you, knowing what a stick like that does to your body, especially your voice (God, Aubrey would kill me) and can barely tolerate the smell, let alone inhaling it, respectfully decline the offer.
Taking another inhale; this time you find your eyes following the stick again, unable to tear your eyes away from how intoxicating one person can look while doing something this small. The way her neck muscles move in sync with her chest rising to a fall, right before she blows all the smoke out so delicately. It's such a dirty habit to have and you don't fully agree with her choices to smoke when taking in what a beautiful body she has, but something is there that makes it okay.
And that is simply because it's really fucking hot.
Using all the strength in your body to look away from her lips and cigarette, you refocus back to Beca in time to catch that wry smirk of her's, catching you red handed. Choosing to say something before Beca comments on your mini daze you just fell into, a small memory of Beca mentioning that she only smokes when she's stressed and not too long ago, you walked up into a very heated conversation with her and her father.
"Stressed?" You ask, not wanting to come out and say you overheard the conversation between her and her dad, just in case it would tick her off the wrong way.
Not even with knowing the freshman for long, but already you can gather she is a walking, talking grenade and anything, literally anything could make her explode at any second.
That's something you do not want.
There's a pregnant pause of silence that washes over you two before she speaks up."Something like that," Beca answers, body deflating and her eyes lower to her outstretched legs on top of her hood.
This is a whole new side of Beca you're experiencing up close and personal, though it's not much different from her daily, grumpy look she has mastered to perfection. This one, however, unmasks her vulnerable side, pouring out some unsaid emotions that she tries to cover up by an eyeroll or a breathy scoff. Finally, you know this girl does actually feel things and isn't as supernatural as she thinks she is.
You take the hint that Beca isn't really up for having a heart to heart session with a complete stranger, so you try to think of something to at least take her mind off of that certain thing. Like a lightbulb, an idea pops up all of a sudden in your head.
"You should totes pledge!" you exclaim, clapping your hands excitedly for extra enthusiasm
"Excuse me?" Beca seriously asks as if you just slapped the girl across the face.
"I said you should pledge!" you repeat, smile only growing each time you mention the fabulous idea that just spurted about.
Maybe Beca has a different image compared to the usual Bella getup and Aubrey already had a fit with her alternative wardrobe, so you can only imagine the aneurysm she'd have if Beca was a Bella.
But the Bellas do not discriminate, especially when you're head sister and can control who and who cannot be a Bella. Wearing that crown gives you all the power revolving around the sisters and dammit you'll use that power if ever faced with a possible romantic interest.
Beca is absolutely jaw dropping and even that doesn't quite sum her up all the way. With her perfectly long brown hair that looks undeniably soft; her perfect freaking face that is so perfect it honestly doesn't make sense to you and that Goddamn smile of her's that could cure world hunger if possible.
"I think the Bellas need a little spice at the house!"
Yes, Beca would be a lot different than the usual pledgees, not that you're opposed to it because that'd be a total lie. Different is fun, unlike being normal, which is so totally boring and having someone like Beca as a sister would spice things up a bit in the Bellas' house, with her edge and darkness she brings to the table.
"You should pledge Beta," you insist, hoping your dazzling smile would win her over, but by the looks of Beca's facial expression, she doesn't look like she's buying it.
"Yeah, no thanks." Beca snorts a laugh, cigarette caught in her mouth as she relights the end with one of those zippo lighters.
You melt watching such a smooth motion, and suddenly the cigarette isn't the only thing on fire you note.
"Why not?" You think you ask this question; half of you is too busy being controlled under Beca's sexiness to even think straight right now, let alone breathe, so it could all just be your imagination.
The glasses that Beca is wearing gets tucked into the v-neck part of her black tee. Steely blue eyes narrow at you once the shades aren't hiding the true dark color anymore. "It's not really my scene." Eyebrows raise at this; the excuse not really winning you over. "And is actually kinda lame."
A challenging look is thrown next at Beca, suddenly the girl is no longer as sexy as she was seconds ago, but still pretty sexy. "Lame?" you echo, asking for clarification and Beca only nods her head, defending her previous answer, which lights a fire inside you when your defensive side comes out. "The Bellas are not lame. The Bellas are a sisterhood that will stick with you forever and then some!" You throw your hands up in frustration. Some people just don't get what it means to be in a sorority, especially the Bellas because what you hold there and have been a part of for a while now is something to cherish with those girls.
So harsh jabs to your sisters, no matter who says it brings out your defensive side.
"We participate in many events around school, host tons of parties...illegally...also, because it's like against the law for a sorority to host parties," you whisper this last part, hovering your hand above your mouth for extra camouflage, just in case someone was eavesdropping.
"Whoa!" Beca stops you before you can continue to rant. "Sororities can't throw parties? What kind of sexest bull shit is that?"
"No we can't, but we do it anyway. Only frats are allowed to throw parties and though our's aren't as big as theirs, we still enjoy them…" you trail off, missing the whole point of the conversation in the first place, which was because Beca called the Bellas lame. So, you bounce back to your original point you were trying to prove. "Anyways, we do tons of fundraisers, volunteer work and are a great time. Plain and simple. Now does that sound lame to you, Mitchell?" You snap kind of harshly and are about to apologize, but Beca is raising her eyebrows up to her hairline impressed and you don't really know why.
Was the irritation shown in your voice because of Beca's kindergarten insult to your Bellas, or was it because you really want her to join because of certain….reasons, and her saying it's not her "scene" is a clear no.
That's a question left unanswered as you have completely no idea. But what you do know is that Beca obviously being "too cool" to join thee hottest sorority on campus, better yet country is "pretty lame" if someone were to ask you.
That's your opinion, though.
Beca's eyes stretch at your little outburst, giving you the proper time to cool off from your personality switch. "Damn," she breathes, impressed while you continue to cool down and start to think that it was possible you blacked out for a second. "I really like this feisty side of you," you hear this loud and clear, along with her crooked smile tossed your way and once again, you've fallen deep under its charm. "It's fucking hot."
Mouth moving without any warning whatsoever, "you're so hot," and you slap a hand over your mouth so fast but by then, Beca is chuckling out an amused laugh at your unintentional compliment as your mouth just word vomited all over the place.
Without warning, you should add.
Should you jump in front of the next incoming car now or later?
Why is Beca able to make you act like you have no filter in your entire body? You've talked to hot people before; both girls and guys and never have you felt like such a clam under their attractiveness.
But with Beca, it's different.
So different it's actually scary.
You feel Beca's body shake with laughter and then she starts to wheeze on some left over smoke from her cigarette, you think, which causes her to start coughing while still laughing at the same time and you can't help but to laugh as well, unable to get pass how contagious Beca's laugh is.
Settling from her laughter and luckily not looking the slightest bit uncomfortable and weirded out by your out burst, Beca says, "you aren't too bad yourself, Red." And that makes you less embarrassed about your little fit and inflates your ego back to normal. "Thanks for that laugh; I needed it."
You sober pretty quickly at her change in tone by her voice and admit the one thing you've been putting off since you got here. "I saw your...conversation with Dr. Mitchell." You flinch because who knows what Beca will blow with now that her private conversation with her dad was heard by someone else, but surprisingly she doesn't even seem to be affected by it as she continues to inhale and exhale her cigarette until it's finished.
Flicking away the bud, Beca stuffs her hands into her jacket pockets, not daring to make eye contact with you even though your eyes haven't left her face since the moment you saw her across the parking lot.
She informs you that Dr. Mitchell is her dad, but you already put two and two together and don't really want to chance anything right now because for the first time, Beca is opening up.
"It's frustrating that he can pick and choose when and when not to be a father figure," she huffs and her eyes roll so hard you could've sworn they'd stay that way.
"What happened to your mother?" You spit out with another unprocessed thought of your's and this time, the damage this question does to Beca is clear as day in her body language and there is no sign of any laughter that comes with this outburst.
You aren't too sure why you automatically resorted to this question so soon into the conversation. Perhaps you got greedy that you were having an actual conversation with Beca; a conversation that you have been craving since the first day you met her and trying to pry out as much as you could because who knows when the next time would be was set inside your head.
What you are positive about is that you just hit Beca with a question that she would even be ify on with someone she knew on a friendship level, let alone an acquaintance, which is a category that you fall under.
"I uh." Clearing her throat and sliding back on her aviators while jumping off the hood, "I should probably go."
You follow Beca off the car, disappointed that this talk was over but not able to point a finger at anybody else but yourself as to why she is leaving. She hops into her car, turning on the engine that still roars like a beast and rolls the window down.
"I'll catch you around."
And she speeds off out of the parking lot, leaving you behind to kick some gravel around with your foot annoyed while at the same time repeating what a complete dumbass you were for bringing up such a touchy topic.
Stupid, Beale.
God, I'm so utterly stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
A long and much needed nap is on your to do list as you drag your body up the porch stairs to the Bella's house after spending some of the afternoon with Beca before opening your big fat mouth and ruining the highly enjoyable and basically begged for alone time with the girl. You can't help but be irritated at yourself for letting curiosity get the best of you, especially being so fixated on something in Beca's life that is so private.
JESUS, the two of you aren't even considered friends at the moment, probably not even considered acquaintances at this point, now that you've tried to bulldoze your way into her life when she is probably closed off and distant with everyone for a reason; a reason you just can't seem to get by without cracking.
Ugh, sometimes you really hate how pushy you are when it comes to other people.
You sag your lifeless, usually bright and glowy body into the house and your jaw near hit the floor with the sight you're greeted with once entering. Sitting on the couch as usual during this time in the afternoon is Aubrey, soft music playing in the background and a stack of binders sitting in front of her on the coffee table as she studies her life away with Physics and anything else that is destined to fry a person's brain.
This time, however, she isn't alone.
Sitting to her left, also an incredibly close distance on the couch to your for being someone who you can't even put a name with is what you think a real life super model that you would meet in Hollywood looks like.
She has long dark hair that falls majestically a little pass her shoulders, a killer smile that makes yours look like child's play, slitted eyes that hold so much confidence and sexiness, you think, that it's intimidating to look at and judging by the way her legs are bent up on the couch, mirroring in length of her entire torso and then some, the girl is a giant.
"Chloe, you're back!" Aubrey greets no doubtedly the cheeriest you have ever heard something leave her mouth.
Stunned at the unusual perk in your friend's voice, you drop your things by the door and gravitate closer to Aubrey and this unknown….goddess of a woman.
"I have someone for you to meet. Stacie, this is Chloe, other head sister here at the Bellas'."
Stacie, you gathered, is up from her position on the couch, standing to her feet and holy shit this girl is a lot taller than you could've possibly ever imagined. Already holding out her hand with her dazzling smile never once fading, you eye her suspiciously.
"Nice to meet you," Stacie greets friendly.
You form a similar smile once you're not too much in shock anymore at this girl's beauty and raise your hand up to shake hers.
"Stacie's planning on pledging," Aubrey adds while you and Stacie engage in your little hand shake.
This doesn't really clarify as to why, so to say, Stacie is here at the house already before the planned rush for freshman that is happening on Friday, five days from now. It only really answers who she is, which you're not all around opposed to meeting Bella wannabes.
Stacie definitely looks like sorority material, maybe even Christmas time worthy for the month of December when the Bellas sell their annual calendars; a month that all the sisters want to have.
Stacie also has this effect on your best friend by the over gushing smile Aubrey is wearing and how this is the happiest you have ever seen her in a long time. You never thought the day would come where Aubrey would be wearing the cheesiest freaking grin on the planet, unless it was her coming home from just passing an exam, or something school related.
"Oh gross," Aubrey scrunches her face up in disgust after your interaction with Stacie and all three of you are sitting back on the couch. "You smell like cigarette smoke….are you smoking now?!" Aubrey's tone heightens from zero to a hundred real fast by her concern and all you can do is protect yourself from sharp jabs of disappointment hitting you every syllable.
"No no!" You reassure as if you were talking to your mother, ready to prepare a line of excuses to get by. "I was hanging out with Beca this afternoon and she….well…. smokesandstuff," you rush to mumble that last part quick so Aubrey doesn't hear you, not wanting your friend to have another reason to add on top of many others as to why she dislikes the freshman so much.
"Beca Mitchell?" Luckily for you, Stacie takes the wheel in responding, body lightening up at the name and you smile at the chance of Stacie knowing Beca as well. "She's my roommate," she explains and you purposely ignore the muttered "I'm sorry" from Aubrey as you're way too focused on the fact that this new Stacie girl and Beca, a girl who you can not stop thinking about since the first moment you guys met shares a dorm room.
"Oh really?" You keep your voice nonchalant about the reveal, not wanting to make a big fuss out of it towards someone who can tell you some more juicy stuff about the freshman. Like her favorite coffee, or her favorite food to eat for dinner, or if she was dating anyone.
Wait….what?
Stacie nods her head up and down. "Yeah! She's a…. different one," she chuckles, not finding a proper word to sum up Beca as a whole.
Different doesn't even come in as a runner up when describing how weirdly amazing Beca is in her own moody way. She's grumpy, but it's cute. She's sarcastic, but it's funny. She's-
"Pretty fucking hot too," Stacie reels you out of your thoughts, informing you on two things, those being 1). she is very colorful with her words and is the type of girl who calls any other girl hot, or could possibly swing for both teams, and 2). just casually dropped her attraction towards the same person you as well also feel a volcano of emotions for and that's something that just doesn't sit with you.
Did you mention that Beca is also off limits?
"You gotta be joking!" Aubrey doesn't even hide her jealousy by her sudden outburst that has both you and Stacie giving her the puzzled, "what the Hell?" glance. There's something more to Aubrey and Stacie, maybe even a crush your best friend has, but you let it slide for now as more important things as to be discussed. "Please don't tell me you're smitten by her too? The girl looks like she slays vampires on her free time."
"That honestly wouldn't surprise me since she's gone throughout most the night anyways, doing God knows what. Add her weird looking occult books she has scattered along her desk and maybe it's true about the vampire thing." Stacie rolls her eyes, scanning her nail beds and crossing one of her bionically long legs over the other.
You allow your own personal and territorial jealousy subside for now at the mention of Beca being MIA during the night, plus the mention of occult was not something you hear often. Why in the world was Beca studying that?
"She doesn't stay in the room at night?" you ask tentatively.
"Nope," Stacie says, popping the "p" and you and Aubrey share a confused stare. "I mean, she does eventually come back, but it's still weird. Like come on, if she were dating someone, you'd think she'd spend the night over there rather than coming home early in the morning around two."
More jealously bubbles inside your gut at the thought of Beca dating someone, also the image of her spending the night with whomever it may be. You clench your teeth, unable to shake this thought, even with thinking about a load of other options as to why she stays out so late at night.
But your jealousy outweighs everything else, and at this point, you would've rather just left the conversation at bay with Stacie calling Beca hot rather than to think of the freshman dating someone else who isn't you.
God, now does that sound creepy.
"Did you know that she carries a gun on her?" Aubrey asks out of nowhere, appalled, and you skip the part where you add that Beca also carries a pocket knife on her, knowing that would start a one person rampage from your best friend.
"Oh for sure," Stacie answers, not by the slightest disturbed by it. "She also carries one in her glove box, which was shocking at the time. But she said it was her dad's and he told her to keep it in there for protection. What a show that would be if she got pulled over, huh?" Stacie chuckles while you and Aubrey share the same hidden rage, but your's is way different than her's.
Is Stacie trying to tell you right now that she has driven in Beca's insanely impressive car? Why was this something to make you so uncharastically jealous? You have no right to be, and driving in someone's car is innocent, unlike how your brain is making it out to be.
Also, that gun is so not her father's, basing off their relationship you saw in the hallway. At least it makes you feel better that Beca isn't only lying to you about these things and she actually does it to everyone.
"What is up with her?" Aubrey asks in all seriousness. "Girl is seriously bizarre, and I'm not just saying that because she wears way too much makeup around her eyes and dresses like the lead singer in a heavy metal band."
Stacie chuckles and you for your part don't think it's that funny. Beca's look is all around super attractive.
"You're asking the wrong person."
Yeah right. Seems like you're pretty comfortable with Beca already, you think, keeping this to yourself rather than lashing your jealously on Stacie who truly seems like a down to earth girl.
"Beca keeps to herself. Jesus, it took me falling to my knees and begging for at least her first name to get it out of her. All I know is whatever she is doing, she wants it to stay a secret."
"Drugs," Aubrey mutters, as if that's the final and only conclusion to Beca's behavior. "I bet you anything it's drugs." Stacie snickers at the possibility, but her eyes grow wide at how Aubrey is so settled and isn't joking around.
You ignore anything else said between Stacie and Aubrey as they switch from talking about Beca to talking about school and all that boring stuff.
Apparently, Stacie is enrolled in all the hard science classes that Aubrey took last year, which is insane because Stacie is only a freshman who is taking four hundred level classes. It would be something worth another conversation, but all that gets drowned out by the fact that nobody seems to know who this Beca girl actually is.
Obviously, the girl isn't like normal college freshman Barden is welcomed greeted with but that's not the only question there is to answer, which at this point seems impossible as breaking through to Beca is like solving a rubik's cube while also being colorblind.
Again, the mystery behind Beca is unknown and you don't know what it's going to take to get behind it.
The next day after classes, you and Aubrey are back on campus, handing out flyers to girls that informs them of the Bellas' new rush date and reason behind it. Emails were also sent all around as well; you were able to post it on Barden's homepage just in case girls still thought the rush would be last Friday instead of a week from then.
But Roxy had to up and leave and ruin all your plans for the new year as Bella.
Jerk.
Even though there was nothing you could really do about Roxy leaving, especially with her want to not be in contact with any of the sisters, bouncing back from her lost would take some time and you knew the girls wouldn't be up for having a party without a house mom. All it took was a few theraphy nights during the weekend while you all stuffed ice cream in each other's faces and the introduction to heavy class work before everyone was falling back into their normal, not affected by Roxy behaviors.
You and Aubrey decide to split mid way through the day, hoping to cover more ground with flyers and as you're strolling along the sidewalk next to the science building, you see the same black muscle car Beca happens to drive, speeding off in the distance and zooming through a red light to somewhere you can't follow for long before the car is long out of sight behind some trees.
You stop to ponder why Beca, who you didn't even think twice about believing it wasn't her driving the car, is in such a rush to do whatever it is that she needs to do. You also think back to what Aubrey said about Beca, with there being something weirdly "off" about her and maybe it's because of the fully loaded gun she carries, the extremely nice sports car, the definite image of a total badass vibe you get with only a single glance at her that makes her presence a little...fishy.
But you, being oblivious of everything by her God given looks, thinks the girl is just an amazing gift that happened to stumble her way into your lap and would give your right arm just to see in person again because the last time your big fat mouth ruined it for given a second chance to hang out with Beca, no way in Hell would you let it go to waste.
Trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts involving the infamous badass that roams Barden only in the shadows, you feel a tap on your shoulder from behind and quickly, you turn to face your you are unprepared for is that there happens to be two girls instead of one, but not only that.
The part takes take you on a roller coaster of thoughts is that standing in front of you, in an arm's reach of an actual human form is no other than Sindy and Terra, the same two girls who have been missing for the past two- almost three weeks.
You don't hold in the sharp gasp that slips out; you don't even try to keep in how shocked you are to actually be face to face with them.
"Hi!" Terra, you think, chirps giddy and happy, only being vaguely familiar of their faces but knew of them as you've seen them around campus the previous years. "Are those flyers for the Bellas' rush this Friday?"
You don't say anything when hearing this because you're positive that 1). you're losing your damn mind and are hallucinating this whole scene and 2). are looking straight in the eyes of two ghosts, which this makes you believe that you're bat shit crazy.
They both look amazing for two girls that have been reported missing, with their perfect dirty blonde hair, perfectly done makeup that sculpts their faces and perfectly worn wardrobe set that makes them look like they just stepped off a photo shoot.
No longer do they have their usual athletic sports wear on they flaunted around Bearden prior to their kidnappings, instead they have heels- actual freaking heels, skirts and a nice fitting blouse. There's no marks on them, no bruises and cuts, as it f they weren't traumatized by being kidnapped and are walking around like nothing happened to them at all.
What the Hell is going on right now?!
"Chloe?" Sindy waves her hand in front of your face and your whole body flinches like a spazz, and yes, it's as embarrassing as it sounds. "Are you okay?"
No. you're definitely not okay because you're having a Goddamn conversation with two girls who have been missing and it's been on the news and people claimed they were dead and oh my God, am I having a sixth sense moment?
Am I talking to two dead people right now?
Someone get me a shrink pronto donte!
"I...you….missing….what?" Are the random, scrambled up words your mouth is able to come up with and the two girls share worried a glance, acting like you're the crazy one, not them, who were seconds away from starring in a Dateline episode. "You guys are...alright?"
You can answer this question yourself; they're right in front of you standing even more glowy and definitely doing mentally more okay than you are, apparently. Your eyes dart around campus to anyone close enough to see if they're looking at that same thing you are and luckily, which makes you feel a little less like a crazy person is that most people walking around are just as frozen in place, staring like a deer caught in headlights at the two former volleyball girls.
"Yeah, silly," Terra laughs out loud, her teeth basically bleach white and it's sort of hard to stare at her from the glare off the sun's lights on her grin. "Why wouldn't we be?"
Um, because you two were kidnapped but now are walking around Barden like nothing happened, asking for sorority papers of a place where usually athletes would never stay in, you think. "Because you went missing?" But settle saying this instead and you say it like a question. "It was on the news. Police have been searching for you. We literally had a funeral the first week of school."
"Uh," Terra takes another glance at Sindy, and right now, you feel like you're the craziest person in the world trying to explain something so serious.
They start to giggle and you want to scream out in frustration because this is so not a laughing manner because you feel like you're losing your damn mind. What is so funny about that?
"I want whatever drug you're on at the rush this Friday!" Terra cheers, stealing a couple flyers from the stack you have held in your arms before taking off with her roommate and linking their arms.
Paralyzed really, standing motionless in your wooden wedges, you turn to follow their footsteps and not a second is wasted before police officers swarm campus over to the two girls, taking them to the back of their vehicles before speeding off to the station. Everyone outside during the time stands about as frozen as you are, staring at the area that held the two, living presences of Terra and Sindy.
"So they're back I see," a random voice appears next to your ear.
Being on the jumpy side of things with everything that just happened, you jerk violently away at the new guest standing directly to your left, bouncing and almost stumbling backwards from your heels if it wasn't for Beca's (you soon discover who it is) strong grip keeping you up. She pulls you until you're stable on your feet again and for a second, you think you've stopped breathing.
And maybe you are on the verge of passing out because Beca isn't wearing her sunglasses and her eyes in the sunlight are hands down the most beautiful things you have ever seen.
Beca smirks as she makes sure you're far away from falling and firm on your feet and you try your hardest not to shudder under her smirk.
"Slow down, Red. Not a good town for you to be caught off guard," and then she walks away, leaving you to stare at such a beautiful creation, with her ripped up skinny jeans, black leather jacket and wavy hair that has a major effect when it comes to your cardiovascular system as she ventures off in the distance.
And what did she mean by that? Watching yourself in this town. Is that like a warning or something?
Oh my God, today can't get anymore weird.
You toss that thought aside for now; you dwelling on it now will only cause you more stress than you need. There's still a stack of flyers that needed to be handed out for the rush, so you continue scavenging throughout Barden for some young girls that are interested in pledging.
It doesn't make much sense, taking that everyone at this point knows about Roxy's departure and a party, under strict housing rules will be unable to take place unless a house mother is under supervision.
But you know Aubrey and how she is prone to throw a fit if things aren't done her way, or done at top notch, so you continue to drag yourself around campus like a pack mule to hand out these damn papers.
Terra and Sindy are back. Out of the blue and all. People are taking it quite well as they continue going about their daily activities, but you can't help but think there is a strange stench in the air.
On the plus side, at least you saw Beca today, though it was very, very brief. Practically only a few shared words if you're being completely honest, but still, it just happened to brighten up your day that much more.
You're back in classes today; things around the Bellas are starting to falling back in place, even as a crappy Monday morning. The grand appearance of Terra and Sindy, sure, was all that Barden and the local news could possibly talk about, filling in the questions regarding their disappearances with the words, "we just left town for a bit to catch some fresh air.
It's really no big deal" and that was good enough for the police because they were alive, and Barden wasn't so on the edge with things regarding their whereabouts, which left them problem free now that they're alive and well.
You, however, think this is sketchy and pure bologna with what the girls are saying because still, Gretchen has been missing for longer and still, as far as her whereabouts, remain unknown.
Maybe this was the kidnapper's big plan; to catch Barden off guard when we have our defenses let down, just planning on another abduction when we least expect it. All you know is that everything happening around Barden is weird, including Terra and Sindy's anticlimactic arrival from wherever it was that they went.
You at least expected some hit reality TV show to come film at Barden, maybe even make a movie about Terra and Sindy, but no.
Today went on just like any other normal day at a University; people eased up, the tension off everyone's shoulders decreased tremendously. Even Aubrey had no other words besides "I'm glad police found the girls and that they are okay" to wrap up your series of questions as to why.
And why are you the only one here totally and completely freaked about about everyone else not freaking out?
But then again, you can't really do much but to sit and watch everything unfold, hoping that no other kidnappings will take place, and if they do, police will catch whoever it is behind all of it.
Letting go seems to be the answer to this strange occurrence, so that's what you're trying your hardest to do right now.
As classes pass and it's hitting around three in the afternoon, plans regarding your sorority take full blast. Patiently after changing into something more formal, rather than yoga pants and a hoodie that you showed up to classes in, you sit in the kitchen with Aubrey directly by your side, eagerly waiting for the arrival of the new house mothers in position for Roxy's.
As far as the rest of the house, it took a lot longer than expected, but things eventually went on just like they always did, except you had to do the groceries, and clean the house, and pay all the house bills that you soon handed off to Aubrey because she was a lot smarter in the number department.
Other than all of that though, the time spent without a house mom wasn't as hard as you expected it to be.
A faint knock on the front door alerts you that the house mothers have arrived. Aubrey does the honors with letting the new guests in, getting up from the table and heading out of the kitchen to the door. You hear all the normal greetings but mostly it comes out as muffled talk. Straightening out your pencil skirt that you've opted with this afternoon for a more formal wear, you rise to a stand, waiting at the balls of your feet for whoever is about walk in.
Expecting one woman to be conjoined at Aubrey's hip and ready for a proper introduction, it takes you for a whirl seeing that there are in fact two women, both standing straight, wearing all black dresses, with their shimmering blonde hair tied up tight in a high, magically perfect bun.
Your breath hitches at the sight of these two ridiculously gorgeous women and can't help but to admire their abnormal glow to their skin that catches your eye the moment they walked into the kitchen.
If you're being completely honest, which you are, these two women do not look like they should be house mothers. If anything, they should be considered sisters because they both don't look a day pass twenty three.
And wait, why is there two of them?
"You must be Chloe," One of the older blondes holds out her hand before you on instinct reach out to shake it, but that doesn't take away the state of awe you're wrapped in. They're two big balls of sunshine in a room filled with winter and it definitely wasn't hard to breathe before they walked in. "My name is Gail Abernathy McKadden and this is my sister Kommissar. We are your new house mothers."
"I thought we had a list of house mothers to go through?" You question, not understanding how these women could already be assigned as the Bellas' house mothers when they were the only ones to show up.
Gail, the older one, you can account, shrugs her shoulders, her slim fingers and shimmery black nails tapping along the table top. "President said that no one else showed up." Her and Kommissar start to walk around in the kitchen, taking in their new surroundings in effort to get familiar with the place since apparently, they're here to stay.
Your eyes shift to Aubrey, who stands awkwardly behind the new house mothers and gives that helpless, "nothing she can do" facial expression while the blondes move out to the Bellas' living room. You don't know what it is but something about these two are sketchy. From their all black wardrobes and ancient jewelry they have on and perfect body structures, all the way to the weird aroma you get from them.
There is definitely something odd about these woman, but you can't lay a finger on it yet.
"First order of business, we have to polish up the girls we would like to take in," Gail announces all of a sudden, dead center in the living room where pictures of past generations of Bellas hang on the walls and you laugh out loud at first, thinking she was joking, but by the lack of mutual amusement you get in return, you can tell she was everything but joking.
"I second that," Kommissar snickers and it comes out twisted and wicked, something that doesn't help but make her more skeptical than she already is, "We can't afford girls who may be average, possibly mediocre on the charts. We need girls who make other girls envy them."
You can only blink hearing all of this nonsense, flabbergasted that these two...newbies, basically strangers, if anything, have the audacity to come in, act like they run this place and try rearranging all the rules the Bellas have had for ages.
As if!
"Here at the Bellas we do not discriminate. Anyone that wants to pledge, they're allowed to," Aubrey steps forward and uses her authoritative voice to prove a point and you stand behind her, giving off that proud expression you usually get when Aubrey puts people in their place. "And also, Beta Theta Pi is the largest sorority in all of the south, so we don't have a problem snatching pledgees."
Gail arches her brow, tossing Aubrey a challenging look with her snakey eyes that physically makes you shrivel up behind your friend's back, only now slightly terrified of these woman and what's about to be unleashed on your best friend.
"You're the head sisters here right?" Gail then smiles in a disgustingly creepy way and both you and Aubrey nod your heads, but it was after a few seconds of hesitation. "You both are beautiful, by the way...especially you." Gail arches her neck over Aubrey's shoulder and the smile is then directed towards you." With your flawless red hair, bright blue eyes and God perfect skin, my goodness" Gail lists with an ending groan and receiving these complements shouldn't be as uncomfortable as they are for you, but right now, it doesn't make you feel anything but fear.
"The Bellas need more girls like you two," Kommissar adds, joining her sister in front of Aubrey. "For now until the rush, we'll be helping you out with some of the recruiting. I'm glad we got here before the barn yarn explosion that was about to happen." And she giggles; Gail soon joining before they resume to look around the living room.
You poke Aubrey in the ribs, stretching your eyes wide and desperate for her to take the ropes and do something before these women burn the Bellas' house to the ground.
"Uh..Gail?" Aubrey clears her throat, awkwardly raising her hand as if she's in a classroom.
Gail turns around from the organized blue and yellow Bellas' scarfs that are hanging next to this year's graduating class portrait. "Oh and that reminds me. My sister and I will only be referring to the name Mistress from here on out."
"What?" At this, your mouth can only speak what you're truly taken back and it's already too late to keep it in.
Now this she has to be joking about.
Right?
"We were raised in a home of manners and would like you girls to treat us with the same respect," Gail waits for some type of response from both you and Aubrey and what you give her is two firm nods. She smiles again, and it prickles your spine with how eerie it comes off as.
"Good. We will get along just fine then."You give off this awkward type of laugh, something you tend to do when you feel uncomfortable and right now, your skin tingles with how much you want to get away from these women. "Don't want us to have any problems now do we?" Gail shoots you a slow wink before walking up the stairs in the house, Kommisar closely in tow and wow. Did you just get threatened?
Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.
This is not okay.
You thought you were getting one normal house mother to raise the Bellas but instead, you got two house mothers from Hell.
What in the world is happening to Barden right now?