A/N: Hey there! Before anything, I just really want to thank you all for the reviews! I'm loving the theories and I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story! This chapter is mainly focused on Bumper and his cruel ways so feel free to hate him a little bit. Enjoy!

It was the middle of Maths and Beca sat in her usual seat towards the back of the class wondering where Chloe was. It was almost the middle of the day and normally the two would see and wave at each other in the hallways as they go to their next class. The brunette didn't have much time to think about the redhead's whereabouts as she was abruptly pulled from her thoughts when she felt a sharp pain in her scalp and neck. A fistful of her hair had been pulled hard enough to snap her head back. Beca glanced to the teacher only to see that his back was facing the class, writing on the board. Another harsh pain on her head brought her attention to the cause of said discomfort. Bumper. She forgot the boy sat behind her but now she wasn't surprised at the action.

"We need to talk. After class." Bumper whispered sharply before he let go of the girl's hair and pushed her forward, making Beca slam into her table.

Now she was surprised. The young DJ swallowed as she took in his words and thought about what they might 'talk' about. She exhaled shakily and tried to pay attention for the rest of the lesson, praying for the class to never finish.

However all things must come to an end and Beca felt her heart stop when the bell rang. She packed up her materials slowly, hoping for the boy to have forgotten or get fed up and leave. She was the last to leave the class and as soon as she entered the hallway, she was met with Bumper and just a few of his friends.

"So here's the deal, freak." Bumper started. He looked disgusted at having to engage in conversation with the brunette. "You're going to do an essay for me."

Well isn't this cliche, Beca thought.

"It's due at the end of the week and I don't want to do it so you're doing it. It's not like you'll be busy seeing as you don't even have a life." Bumper continued with a smirk, it widened when people from his group chuckled.

"You don't want to do it or you can't do it? What a surprise, the big macho douche isn't capable of using whatever intelligence he has to write a basic essay."

Two of Bumper's friends snickered which caused Beca's eyes to widen in shock. She could have sworn that she said that in her head.

Bumper's face was reddened with anger and embarrassment, "The fuck did you just say to me!?" He delivered a kick to the brunette's shin, making her gasp out in pain. "You dumb bitch."

The warning bell for the next lesson went off and Beca couldn't be more glad as she tried to ignore the stinging pain in her leg. She flinched as Bumper moved to hit her again before one of his friends, Uni, put a hand on his shoulder.

"Not here, man."

Bumper stopped but still continued to scowl at the young DJ, "You'll get what's coming to you, freak."

At this, Bumper and his group walked away from the girl. Beca sighed and tried to shake off the fear of what might come before limping slightly to class.


It was finally lunch and so far Beca had managed to successfully avoid any other encounters with Bumper. Once the brunette reached the library and still didn't see Chloe, she decided to text the missing girl.

Beca: Hey. Are you alright?

The response she got was almost immediate.

Chloe: Hi! Yeah, I wasn't feeling too good so I decided not to come in today.

Beca: Oh. Get better soon.

Chloe: Thank you! :)

Beca shook her head, smiling at the response before putting her phone away and opening her book. She read for the remainder of lunch, often squinting due to the sunlight that came through the open window she was sitting infront of.


It was the second to last lesson of the day and Beca found herself sitting next to Jesse. In truth, the brunette boy moved himself to sit beside the girl when he found her sitting near the back. After a few attempts, he finally got the young DJ to start talking to him.

"That's so cool how you make mixes! It sounds so difficult." He whispered excitedly.

Beca ducked her head slightly, a small smile on her face. Though they didn't have much in common, they both shared a passion for music. They both had different focuses on the topic however. Jesse more interested in making music for films and Beca who wanted to be a music producer, but the appreciation they shared for it was definitely close to mutual.

"Hey, do you sing?" Jesse asked. Beca nodded. "Well it's official. We must be together." He continued, trying not to laugh at the girl's wide eyed stare. "Think about it. You're a singer, I'm a singer, We're going to have singer babies. It's inevitable."

Beca laughed at the boy's antics which was unfortunately loud enough to attract the attention of the teacher who gave her a short reprimand.

"Sorry, Sir." Beca mumbled, her blushing face focused on her desk. She heard chuckling next to her and turned her head to see Jesse's body shaking with barely controlled laughter. She rolled her eyes at him as she tried not to show her amused smile.

"So tell me more about how you make these mixes." Jesse spoke once he finally got in control of his laughter.


Beca walked out of school lost inside her head. She was thinking of potential songs she could use to make her most recent mix but she sighed once she realised that she had homework to catch up on.

"Finally."

The brunette stopped mid-stride as she heard the voice. It was Bumper. A hand gripped her shoulder and spun the girl around to the faces of Bumper and all of his group. She briefly noticed that Jesse wasn't with them.

As a last minute attempt, Beca turned around and started to run but almost immediately she was slammed to the ground by a heavy weight on top of her. She silently groaned in pain as she felt the air get knocked out of her system. The boy stood up from Beca and yanked her up from her arm harshly, jerking the limb which made the girl give out a quiet hiss. Once she was facing them, Bumper stepped forward.

"See, this is what happens when you refuse to do what I say. You should've just agreed to do the homework, freak." He glowered at the girl as he spat out the last word with disgust.

That's not true. He probably would have done this regardless. Homework or not. Beca thought.

She flinched back when the boy stepped closer to her, giving the brunette a cruel smile, "You and that mouth of yours. I think it's about time we teach you a lesson."

Before she could prepare herself for it, Beca felt something hard some in contact with her mouth which sent her head reeling back. Almost immediately, the distinctive taste of copper filled the girl's mouth. She looked back towards Bumper unclenching his hand before delivering a strong kick to the girl's shin, somehow in the exact same spot he hit earlier which made the brunette cry out in pain.

Bumper looked towards the group of boys standing behind him before jerking his head towards the young DJ as a signal, "Hold her."

Two of Bumper's friends grabbed each of the short girl's arms as the rest of the group moved to deliver a round of punches and kicks. Beca gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay silent, wanting nothing more than to not give them the satisfaction of hearing how much the hits hurt. One thing she couldn't control however, were the tears that were steadily falling out of her eyes at an uncontrollable rate.

"You're weak, you're a loser. Get it in your head."

Those words stuck out to the brunette and she would have dwelled on it if not for the simultaneous punch in the face and in the stomach that left her winded. Instead, Beca thought about the one day she might actually be able to stand up for herself and fight back. She got roughly shoved to the ground, bringing her back to reality where she figured the probability of that idea was slim. The boys continued to mercilessly kick the girl until she curled up to try to protect whatever small part of her that isn't already bruised. She felt blasts of pain every time they hit her stomach and ribs. She felt a few more strong blows to her body and head that left her teetering on the edge of unconsciousness before they stopped. It's as if they always know just when to stop.

Beca faintly felt a presence crouch down beside her, whispering harshly, "I told you you'll get what's coming." She felt a hand underneath her chin, roughly pushing her head up to meet the eyes of Bumper. "And don't forget the essay, freak."

He stood up and delivered one last blow to the girl's stomach that left her gasping for air. She heard Bumper and his group walk away, laughing without a care in the world, leaving a battered and bloody girl behind them on the cement.

Beca laid there for an undecipherable amount of time, staring unfocused at the clear sky before attempting to get up. She felt like a ton of bricks as she stumbled on her feet and exhaled shakily when she realised it won't compare to the pain she'll be feeling tomorrow once it really settles in. Her body felt like it could barely move but she had to get home. She didn't even try to stop the continuous rush of tears as she slowly and painfully made her way home, clutching her sides.

A/N: Poor Beca. Bumper needs his ass kicked. This was a pretty brief chapter, I know but I hope you enjoyed!

Chilled.