This Train Ain't Going Anywhere (Pitch Perfect)

Bullet Train

Amy walks down the creamy cement stairs that leads to the main building of Barden University and ignores the constant chatter of the students who walk the opposite direction of her. She scratches her neck and tightens her ponytail.

It’s been a week after the Bella Auditions and no one had heard of any news on who will be joining which acapella groups. Amy felt a pissed off as she has been waiting for ages and she knew that she had dominated or as she would put it, “crushed” it. She knew her capabilities, so why did it take the Bella’s a week to figure it out.

“Why hello, big fat and blonde.”

Amy turns around to see a boy, arms crossed in amusement and eyebrows floating on his milky forehead. His caramel hair was sightly curled and his blue eyes were piercing and were the first thing you distinguish when you look at him. His build was not the best though, as he was slightly shorter than average and is somewhat plumped.

“I supposed you lost your way to the auditions for Godzilla’s wife. Their 5 kilometres north and is in 69 Fuck off street.” Amy instinctively spat, regretting it as it gave of her Australian accent.

“Oh, an Australian are we? How is it Down Under?!” He mocked.

Amy rolled her eyes and looked at the hindrance from head to toe. “Oh you know, it’s somewhere fucking 18354.67km away from you.”

The boy had his hands on his chest, palms out in defence. “Whoa, whoa. You’ve got some pretty big balls for a fat blonde chick.”

“You’ve got some pretty big balls for a fat, blonde talking vagina.” Amy squinted at him.

The tension was unbearably hilarious to others as they had heard their mini comeback battle. Sniggers were heard from a distance but both combatants held their ground.

“You’re that chick from auditions right?” the boy suddenly broke their seemingly, ceaseless glare.

“Oh? You were there when I had my solo?” Amy interrogated him with amusement.

“You called that a solo? More like if Rebecca Black and Bob Dylan had a love child, it would sound like you.” The annoyance chuckled and did a double take as he thought his joke was funnier than Kevin Hart himself.

Amy shook her head in disgust and tried to ignore the sniggering boy’s chortles and left without another word. She didn’t look back as it would mean that she had lost their battle. But in the back of her mind, either way, the same result would instigate. Mockery.

“I’m Bumper!” Bumper suddenly called out.

She heard a chuckle and a follow up of a “Don’t let those saggy tits of yours fall off when you get slammed by the door.”

Though it was suppressed, a half smile crept up to Amy’s lips.

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Beca never had the chance to read as she and her father would constantly be heated up in arguments and after every lecture, Beca would lay on her bed and just wished she could relieve the happier days—like those days when she wasn’t around to receive a full length argument from her father.

Barden University somehow made one of the few right decisions to add a library so near to their classes. Studies have always been top priority to Beca so having a building full of books would definitely support her learning.

She sat quietly on a maroon coloured love seat alone with only a few students occupying the same space as she was. It was after school and students would usually be at their dorms or someplace else. But her reading session was interrupted when a noise went past her left ear and Beca whirled around, only to see sun light directed to the dusty floor. Beca shook her head, thinking she was imagining things again. Like the one time when she thought she saw a robber outside her house when it was just a black cat strolling on brick walls and wooden fences in the night.