Beca was wandering around aimlessly, when a flash of green and yellow caught her eye. Barden DJ's, it read. Beca mentally fist pumped and walked over. Maybe they would want her sick beats and her awesome as frick ear piercings.
Her ear piercings and thick eyeliner were kind of her signature pieces. Oh yeah and her unusually short height.
Whatever, back to what she's supposed to be thinking about. Her trying to join this club. She takes a look around the table and when she actually starts reading and finally notices the two guys wearing kippah's. She then proceeded to mentally face palm when all the dots connect.
Oh of course, she would find the Deaf Jews booth instead of a DJ booth. What booth would she find next? The diddly juice club? Probably.
This whole college thing was turning out to be one big pile of disaster after disaster.
As she finishes looking at a picture of some Deaf Jews who looked pretty turnt at one of their parties, she goes to turn around. When she turns, she notices a heavy set blonde girl to her right. She had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bangs framing her face. She was wearing a blue shirt with a skirt.
"Oh yeah, DJ'.s Deaf Jews." She pauses to look at Beca, speaking in an Australian accent. She then proceeds on pointing at the pictures of them and mimicking a record scratching, warily looking at the two guys.
"Shalom!" Deaf Jew #1 shouts at both of the girls.
"That's not a real word but keep trying. You will get there!" The blonde practically screams at the oblivious guys. This girl just keeps grinning and swinging her arms from side to side. Beca could tell that this girl was crazy just in the time she had been around her.
"Not a lot of Jewish people where you're from?"
"Ah, No I did Fiddler on the Roof, though in highschool. It was like me and some aboriginals. It was really Jewish. It was full-on Jew." That kind of drew the line for Beca. It was time for her to get the heck out of dodge and away from this crazy blonde. As Beca walked away, she faintly heard the blonde trying to give the Jews her number and all Beca could do was laugh.
"Yo Shawty!" An Australian accent calls out from behind Beca. Beca turns and finds the blonde trying to run to catch up with her but she is not prevailing. The blonde has to stop twice before she reaches Beca.
"The name es Fat Amy, shawty." The so called Fat Amy tells her as she tries to catch her breathe, bent over next to Beca. Beca cringes and looks at Amy with a wtf face.
"Fat Amy? Why include the fat, dude?" Beca unwillingly finds herself asking.
Fat Amy just claps her hands and stands back up so she looks down on Beca. "So twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back, ya know?" Amy just continues grinning at Beca like today is the best day of her life.
"Well, that makes sense dude. I respect that." Beca turns to walk away but can't seem to shake Amy.
Amy continues walking with her, "Ohhhh yeah, some Aretha, that's what I'm talking about shawty."
Beca just shakes her head, "It's Beca, not shawty." It was time to get rid of the blonde for good. Beca's socializing time was completely full for the day and she needed a nap, or tequila.
"Bec Bec, you sing? I just got asked to join this aca rad group by two twig bitches. I call the blonde 'Miss stick up her ass' and I just call the redhead 'Red' or maybe I should call her 'Tamale." Amy rants on and on then looks off to the side in serious debate on what to call the redhead.
But then things start to click in Beca's mind and she stops dead in her tracks. The Redhead. Beca saw a blonde and a redhead earlier that day at one of their booths. Maybe since Fat Amy had talked to them Beca could casually walk up to them. Ugh why is being me so hard? Beca thought to herself in inner turmoil.
Amy just now noticed that Beca had stopped and she skipped over to her. Amy was still grinning even though Beca was at war with herself in her head right now.
"Shawty why the stoppy stop?"
Beca looked up at Amy and just threw caution to the wind. "Wanna take me by the booth? I mean I really like music but I don't know. I'd have to see what this group is all about and what it stands for ya know?" Beca fiddled her hands trying not to show that she was nervous to even be near the beautiful redhead.
Amy grinned, but then it slowly disappeared, "Uh yeah, uh, I totes would Becs, but I have to go talk to boyfriend #7, he's feeling a little neglected because I've been hanging out so much with boyfriend #4, ya know how it is. Anywho the booth is just over there. Be careful, midget!" Amy spun on her heels and was gone in the blink of an eye.
Hmm who knew she could move that fast.
Beca looked over to where Amy had pointed and there they were. The blonde and redhead were trying, unsuccessfully, to hand out fliers. Both of the girls were oblivious to the brunette staring at them. All Beca could do was sit there and fidget nervously.
Since Beca had divorced parents, she would constantly travel and do to that fact, she had seen many sites in this world. She had seen some of the most beautiful things this world had to offer. All of those looked like dirt, the closer she got to the redhead. Nothing in this world was comparing to the redhead and she hadn't even talked to her yet.
Beca then mentally slapped herself, and turned away pretending to look around at all the other booths. She knew she had to play this cool and very standoffish.
"Oh what about her?" Beca hears a soft voice from their general location.
"I don't know. She looks a little too alternative for us," another voice says. She's hoping that is the blonde being a dirtball to her appearance.
"Beca walked closer and made eye contact when one of the voices finally started talking to her," Hi, any interest in joining our a capella group?" The redhead reached out to hand her one of the looked at the flier, scattered with various pictures of girls singing. Then she did the usual Beca thing and spoke with sarcasm, "Oh, right this is, like, a thing now." She laughed, looking up at the two girls."
The over the top perky redhead smiled, a perfect white smile Beca noted, at her, "Totes. We sing covers of songs but we do it without any instruments. It's all from our mouths." The redhead winks at her and just keeps looking at Beca like she could make all of her dreams come true.
"Yikes."
The redhead then proceeded on letting her know all the groups on the campus that Beca literally did not care about at all. She was hopefully going to be leaving this place soon. But as she looked at the redhead when she thought that, her heart dropped. This girl was still staring at her like Beca was everything good in this world. When the redhead 'hmphed' at the group of boys singing and dancing across the quad, Beca wanted to go punch those guys for some odd reason. The thought of these boys being rude to the redhead did not settle well with Beca.
"Are you interested?" The redhead looked at her with, what was presumably, her best puppy dog eyes.
"Sounds pretty lame to me." Beca just laughed it off.
"Aca-scuse me bitch." The blonde immediately snapped into the conversation, shooting daggers at Beca. The perky redhead just forced a giggle towards her friend and jumped in between the two girls like she did not want violence to erupt between them. "We sing all over the world and we compete in national championships."
"On purpose?" and when the redhead shoots her a frown, Beca wants to kick herself in the shin. That is just who she is though. She puts up walls and does not let anyone care or get close. She knew that if she got close to any of these girls then bad things would happen.
"Aca-bitch." The blonde practically growled at her
The redhead jumped in between the two again. That was the exact moment in time when the world stopped spinning for Beca. Blue eyes met dark ones. Beca's jaw tightens, trying to hold herself together, but then the redhead bats her eyes and everything within Beca just falls apart. Her spine is like a spring stretching out and it's all because of this girl making eye contact with her. No amount of words could ever string together to explain this redhead's beauty.
"Help us make our dreams become reality?" The redhead hoarsely whispers. Her voice is raw and sweet. Sweet like honey. Beca likes honey. That exact thought makes the alarms ring out throughout Beca's head and she shakes her head.
"Sorry I don't even sing. It was really nice to meet you guys." Beca's walls are already being rebuilt and she scolds herself for her moment of weakness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the redhead's head droop. She also saw that little sneaky blonde smile. Whatever, she didn't need that drama in her life. Especially since one person in her life already disliked her enough for one lifetime.
However, Beca did not make it very far when she felt a small hand softly grip her wrist. She was slowly turned and met with red and blue. The redhead was smiling again but there was a hint of sadness still evident.
"Hi, I'm Chloe, I'm a senior here at Barden University. You must be a freshmen because I definitely would have remembered a face as beautiful as yours. In fact I don't get what Aubrey is saying about you being scary." Chloe then tried growling and moving her hands like claws trying to act out the word scary. This dork was trying to get Beca into serious trouble with herself, wasn't she? "Anyway welcome to Barden! Sorry for pushing all that aca-stuff on you, we just really need some lady power." Her red hair was beginning to shine in the sunlight and Beca just looked on.
In fact the longer she looked, the hotter it was getting outside, and the more damp Beca's palms were getting."I'm Beca, nice to meet you, weirdo." Beca winked and when she noticed Aubrey shooting her death looks over Chloe's shoulder, she knew that was her cue to leave. ""Hope you have success with that aca-stuff."
Before Beca knew what was happening she was engulfed in a warm embrace and had red hair tickling her nose. Hot breath wafted down her shirt as Chloe spoke, "See you round, Becs." Chloe gripped you as hard as she could for such a tiny person and she wasn't sure if Chloe would ever remove her head from her neck.
As Beca walked away she did not want to think about how right that felt and how natural it was. Beca was not a touchy feely person, hell she wasn't even a feely person let alone touchy. Being in Chloe's arms had never felt so right. Like all the planets had aligned and now Beca knew every answer to Earth's mysteries. This was it. She was totally screwed. Especially when she heard a soft giggle come from behind her.