Perfect Timing and a Perky Redhead

Chapter 10

After a very pleasant breakfast with Kristen (where Beca managed to eat an actual meal), Beca was on her way out to the record label downtown. The brunette began to space out and let her mind wander. Of course, her scumbag brain decided to trek to a certain redhead who had plagued the young DJ's mind earlier in the day. "What is wrong with me today?" Beca muttered to herself.

Beca had been getting better at avoiding thoughts about Chloe. Some days, she would be able to even completely forget about the girl who had broken her heart. Beca realized she couldn't live in the past, and that Chloe was better off as forgotten, and this way the brunette could fully commit herself to Kristen.

Kristen was great, Beca had no doubt of this in her mind, but she just wasn't…a redhead. Obviously, even with red hair, it wouldn't matter. She wasn't Chloe.

Beca, frustrated with her current train of thought, decided to turn on the radio loudly as means to drown out her persistent thoughts. As she turned it on, the ending notes of "Sweet Nothing" by Calvin Harris faded out and the radio host began to speak. "Next on 94.7, a song by another talented DJ who we know you listeners love so much." With that quick introduction, "Titanium" by David Guetta began to play.

Beca's eyes were immediately torn from the road to stare down at her radio. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The brunette mumbled, and aggressively switched the station. Stupid song.

As Beca began to switch through radio stations, which were all on commercial breaks except for the stations playing either "Titanium" or country music, a loud honk was heard from the car behind her. The DJ swiftly flipped the bird to the driver behind her and continued her drive toward the record label. Five minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot, shortly followed by another car.

As Beca got out, after taking a deep breath for confidence, and stepped out of the car and noticed the car that honked at her earlier parked next to her. The young DJ rolled her eyes and entered the building, stepping up to the secretary behind the desk. "Hi there, I'm here for a meeting with Mr. Sean Roster," Beca stated politely.

The secretary smiled back slightly, "He's not here yet, but will be here in just a moment – Oh, never mind, there he is!" The woman gestured to the man who was now behind Beca.

"Are you Ms. Mitchell?" The man asked in a neutral tone.

The petite woman turned around. "Why yes I am," Beca stated happily, until she realized it was the man who she had flipped off earlier on the road. Heat rushed to her cheeks as her smile dropped, embarrassment practically eating her alive. Sean Roster did not look amused. "I-I am so, so, so sorry about um, uh…being rude, earlier," Beca awkwardly managed out.

Mr. Roster nodded slightly, "Apology accepted. We all have off days. Now, would you like to join me in my office where we can discuss in private?"

Beca nodded her head enthusiastically, "Absolutely, let's go!" Unfortunately for the DJ, as she spun around and began to walk, she tripped over a snag in the carpet, and began to fall. Reacting out of instinct, Beca reached out to grab onto the secretary's desk to hold her up.

What she did not notice, however, was the glass cup of water that lay there.

Before Beca could even process what happened, she heard the sound of glass shattering and felt a sharp pain rip through the palm of her right hand. The secretary gasped loudly, and Mr. Roster quickly walked over to help Beca up. Blood started rapidly falling out of Beca's now extremely cut hand. The secretary immediately got up and ran to grab some bandages from the first aid kit in the supply closet nearby.

"Are you okay, Ms. Mitchell?" Roster asked, wincing as the secretary quickly handed Beca bandages to apply to the wound.

Besides the fact that I'm an idiot and bleeding everywhere yeah I'm great, Beca thought to herself sarcastically. "Yeah, it doesn't hurt that much," Beca muttered to the man.