A/N: I know I said a week but things have been crazy busy and I've been working my ass off lately. So, I apologize. Anyway, enjoy this chapter and I love you, awesome nerds xxx

The girls could hear Professor Mitchell moving around his office across the hall, so Beca quickly sat down in the chair between Aubrey and Chloe and folded her hands in front of her, attempting to look well behaved. As the professor moved back to his desk Beca looked over at Chloe, winking before getting up and moving over to the double doors that separated them from Mitchell's office.

"You know there's not supposed to be any monkey business." Stacie pointed out.

Beca turned to her and pointed. "Young lady have you finished your paper?" She questioned in a faux stern voice before looking across the hall and quickly removing the screw from the hinge holding the door open.

"Mitchell, that's school property there...you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's not something to be toyed with." Stacie mentioned as the door slammed shut.

"Nerd, baby, you're gorgeous, but I'mma need you to shut up." Beca smirked at the brunette before sitting back in her seat quickly.

"That's very funny." Aubrey deadpanned. "Come on, fix it!"

"You should really fix that." Stacie agreed.

"Am I a genius?" Beca said cockily.

"No, you're an asshole!"

"So funny, Blondie."

"Fix the door Mitchell!"

"Everyone just Shh!"

Professor Mitchell came out of his office and saw the door closed, able to hear the two girls arguing inside. He just knew his daughter would be trouble.

"I've been here before, I know what I'm doing!" He heard.

"No! Fix the door, get up there and fix it!"

"Shut up!"

The professor opened the door roughly and stormed into the library. "God damn it! Why is that door closed?" He questioned the teenagers. After receiving silence, he tried again. "Why is that door closed?"

"How are we s'posed to know? We're not s'posed to move, right?" Beca said, keeping her head down.

He turned to Chloe. "Why?"

"We were just sitting here, like we were supposed to..." She said quietly. She had no idea why she was protecting the small brunette. It's like she had no control when it came to Beca.

"I think a screw fell out of it." Beca mentioned casually, barely hiding the smirk on her face.

"Give me that screw." He growled at his daughter.

"I don't have it."

"You want me to yank you out of that seat and shake it out of you?" Everyone else in the library looked at him shocked.

"I don't have it. Screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place."

"Give it to me Beca." He warned.

Chloe cut in quickly. "Excuse me, Sir, but why would anyone want to steal a screw?" Why was she butting into this? She had no idea.

He sighed, turning back to Beca. "You're not fooling anybody, Beca. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you." He turned to leave as Beca muttered under her breath.

"Suck my dick."

"What was that?"

"Suck. My. Dick." She said louder and more slowly.

"You just bought yourself another Saturday."

"I'm crushed." She smirked.

"You just bought one more, right there."

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar." She said sarcastically.

"Good! Because it's gonna be filled, we'll keep going. You want another one? Say the word, just say the word. Instead of going to prison, you'll come here! Are you through?"

Beca folded her arms and leaned back in the seat, taking a deep breath. "No!"

"I'm doing society a favour!"

"So?"

"That's another one, right now! You want another one?"

Beca hesitated, not wanting to back down from her father as the other girls watched on. "Yes!"

"You got it! You got another one, right there! That's another one!"

Chloe couldn't take it anymore. She was worried that it was going to turn into a full on fight. "Cut it out!" She yelled at Beca, who just looked at her as she mouthed for her to stop.

"You through?" Her father asked.

Beca shook her head, determined to win this. "Not even close, bud!"

"Good! You got one more, right there!"

"You really think I give a shit?"

"Another!"

Beca glared at him and sucked her teeth before cocking an eyebrow. "How many is that?"

"That's seven including the one when we first came in when you asked Professor Mitchell about his wardrobe." Stacie cut in.

"Now it's eight!" He growled before glaring at Stacie. "You stay out of it!"

Stacie sank back in her chair as he turned back to the small brunette. "You're mine Beca...for two months I gotcha!"

"What can I say? I'm thrilled!" Beca spat out.

"I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to think. You know something, Beca? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people."

Beca glared at him. She was trying to do something with her life. It was assholes like him that were bringing her down.

"Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here I'm cracking skulls." He huffed as Beca mouthed his most famous threat with him.

He turned to leave as Beca lost it and screamed after him. "Fuck you!" She knew what was coming the next time she saw her father outside of school and she was definitely a little scared. "Fuck." She muttered, realizing she had royally fucked up.