'And congratulations to the worst student in class! It's, you better be very excited ladies and gentlemen, you Beca.'

My oh so lovely teacher handed me my maths test.

'Boom guys, that's like a new record! I never was THAT bad in maths!' Yeah, that was a good one, I thought while my friends were laughing at my joke.

'Whether you think it's funny or not, I want to talk to you after the lesson.' The man ordered while giving me a cold-ice stare with his blue eyes. I froze.

Yupp, I'm alright with this shit, badass. 'Yeah, for sure sir.'

*lesson's over*

'Okay Miss Mitchell, I think you may need somebody who can help you with your school stuff, I guess it would be much easier for you. I know your other teachers would… Let me say 'welcome' this as well, if you would do more for your education.'
'Yes, I totally understand your point sir, but I'm too busy for this whole 'be good at school' thing.'
I shot him a glare which hopefully looked like 'are-you-finally-done-with-wasting-my-time?' because I was a little bit stressed. My a capella group wouldn't wait for me. 'I'm sorry, but rehearsal is starting in about 5 minutes and Aubrey's gonna kill me if I'm late again!'
'Yes, you can leave now because we're not big fans of students being mean to each other, but please think about our talk.'

Yeah, like always.

*At rehearsal*

'So Bella's, first of all…'

Uh-oh, I heard Aubrey's voice in the corridor as she began to raise another announcement. I took a deep breath and entered the room.

'So Beca, you're late again. I think, you don't take this whole stuff here serious enough, do you? What's the matter of … you being… late again?'

Ha-Ha poor Aubrey, I think she has to hide another puke-attack.

'Excuse me, my maths teacher kidnapped me after the lesson. And I'm really serious about being a part of the Barden Bella's.' I greeted the other girls with my eyes and a nervous smile and waited for the leaders punishment. As I stand there in front of everyone, I earned some amused and sympathetic looks from Fat Amy, Stacie and Chloe.

'It's okay Beca', what the hell?!, just sit down' The blonde said with a calm voice and relaxed face.
'O-kay' I replied confused.

'So today, my dear Bella's, we'll practice the choreo for...'
She was interrupted by Stacie's hand, which suddenly rose in the air.
'Yes Stacie, what's the problem?'

'Bree, ya know, we all know about the riff-off which is in 3 days, do we? Would you please be a kind person and tell us something about the rules?' Whispers like 'riff-what is when?!' and 'gosh, what's this?' grew out of nothing. I just sat there like 10 minutes with my arms crossed in front of my chest when Amy let out a scream which sounded like 'if you don't wanna feel the Amy force, BE QUIET!'

Some of the loudest people looked embarrassed to the floor.

'Yeah, so Aubrey, please tell us the rules.' Amy reminded her.

'So, the riff-off is like a singing-battle between all of Barden's a capella groups. The overweight guy who calls himself an 'assistant' will randomly select a category. For example 'Love Songs'. One group begins a song and the others are allowed to interrupt them and change the song…,'
Cynthia-Rose fist-bumped Ashley 'so that means we can finally kick the asses of this Bumper guy and his funny friends?' She asked.

'…if, Aubrey just continued, the last word of their song and the first word of your song is the same.'

She pointed her last two words out with a weird gesture.

'Got it ladies?'

Finally, I decided to be a little more productive and not just sitting around the whole time.

'And if one groups wasn't singing or if the words weren't matching?' I stood up.

'Ha-Ha, then you are,' she clapped two times and made another awkward gesture,'cut-off.'