Authors Note: Hey, just wanted to say that some of the lines in this chapter are from either Twilight or Pitch Perfect, and I don't own either. Hopefully you enjoy!

The rest of the morning went in much the same way, with Beca showing up minutes late to class, sitting awkwardly at the back and paying no attention to the lesson what so ever. Finally, it was time for lunch, and despite not really having anyone to sit with, Beca was still glad to be doing something other than staring out of the window. And at least this time she could just follow the crowd to find her way.

Upon entering the cafeteria Beca was bombarded with groups of teens gathered around tables, laughing and apparently having a good time. Lovely, Beca thought sarcastically. There was only a couple of empty tables left, so Beca headed straight for the nearest one and claimed it for herself. The one good thing about not having friends around was that she was free to work on her music without interruption. Pulling out her laptop, she took another glance around the room before placing her headphones over her ears and blocking out the noise of teenage chit-chat.

Beca worked for a good 10 minutes, mindlessly munching on her lunch as she worked, making decent progress on her latest track. The piano melody was lacking, but the base was good. She was so focussed that she nearly missed the shadows eclipsing her table. Looking up, Beca was greeted by the sight of 5 astoundingly good-looking individuals, and a slightly less good-looking brunette, each with a perplexed look on their face… other than the tall blonde standing on the left. Nope, her gaze was not filled with the confusion like the others, instead her eyes were cold and glaring at her intensely.

"You're sitting at our table." The blonde ground out. Oh dear, here we go, Beca thought.

"And you are physically flawless." She seriously felt like banging her head on the table for that one. What kind of a comeback was that?!

That comment only seemed to spark increasing confusion in the faces of the other, and deepened the scowl on the blonde.

"I mean, I didn't see your name on the table." That was slightly better.

"We sit here every day, move." The blonde said.

The smallest female in the group seemed to perk up at that, "You don't have to leave, you can stay as long as you don't mind us joining you?" This chick is way too bouncy for my liking. It was true, the short girl, nearly as short as Beca, with her spiky raven hair seemed to be vibrating with energy.

"Um, yeah I don't really do the whole people thing, so whatever, I'll move. Happy blondie?" Beca began packing up her things, reluctantly closing her laptop and stashing it in her bag. The others in the group, three guys and the brunette girl, took a step back as she stood and turned from the table.

"Nice meeting you guys."

No one else said a word as she walked away, even though she definitely felt their eyes following her as she left.

Beca wandered aimlessly, trying to find another spot to spend the rest of lunch. Oh this is perfect, she thought as she stumbled upon what must have been one of the classrooms used for music. And I have music next, might actually be on time to this one.

There was very little in the way of instruments, other than the piano pushed against the far wall that looked as though it had seen better days. It'll do.

She was right, the piano was in need of a tuning, but it worked for running through her melody. The final half hour of lunch was spent just like that, with Beca's eyes closed as her fingers danced in an unknown pattern. The sounds were good, not what her current track needed, but still good. Beca quickly wrote down the notes just before the bell rang.

The final two lessons of the day mercifully went by much quicker than the first ones, and soon Beca found herself in the parking lot attempting to locate Jessica and her car before she was left stranded in the last place she wanted to be. Before she could find her cousin however, she spotted a pair of golden eyes on the other side of the parking lot glaring at just as hard as they had at lunch. What is her problem? The others around her seemed to notice, and began looking over at her.

Taking stock of the situation, Beca finally noticed that despite being gorgeous, they also all had the same pale skin and golden eyes barring the brunette. Family perhaps? A hand on her shoulder startled her out of her staring, "Dude, no touching." She shrugged off the hand and turned to face her cousin.

"I was calling you but you seemed more interested in the Cullen's."

"The who?"

"The Cullen's, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen's adopted kids, those ridiculously good-looking people you were just staring at." Jessica gestured over to where all 6 were getting into their cars.

"They're adopted?"

"Duh, I just said that, what's wrong with you? There's Alice, the short one, Edward, the one with the sex hair, Emmett the crazy tall one, Jasper who always looks like he's in pain and Rosalie, the blonde who thinks she's so much hotter than the rest of us."

"Well she is." Come on Beca, seriously? "Um, that's only 5, who's the other girl? Not that I care or anything."

"That's Bella, she moved her last year to live with her dad. She used to be friends with me and my group but then she ditched us for them. I don't know why they think she's worth talking to when they never talk to anyone else in school." Jessica rolled her eyes.

"Maybe she's less judgy than you."

"I'm not judgy, I just tell the truth. Anyway, why are you so interested in them? I think this is the longest conversation we've had since you moved here."

"I'm not, I was apparently sat at their table at lunch today and the blonde got all bitchy about it." They began walking to the car, the parking lot emptying rapidly.

"That's Rosalie for you, always glaring at everyone."

"And here I thought I was special." Beca said sarcastically.

"Ha! Forget it, they wouldn't give you the time of day."

"I wouldn't want it anyway."

"Yeah right, everyone wants to either be them or be with them. Not that we stand a chance, they're all together, like in couples. Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett and then Edward and Bella. Weird if you ask me."

"Why? Not like they're related or anything."

"You wouldn't get it, you're weird too. Just get in the car so we can go home and I don't have to talk to you anymore."

That was the end of that conversation.