But I'm Your Teacher

Chapter 1

Beca started her day, as usual, by getting herself ready. She pulled the leather jacket over her shoulders and grabbed her guitar. She practically took her guitar everywhere. Parties, especially children's ones, anywhere you could think of she took it. Outside of school Beca was a genuine, smart, polite, funny girl but as soon as she entered the school grounds, it was like the little angel on her shoulder disappeared. She loved causing mischief in school. Driving teachers crazy, running around the hall ways, sometimes skipping class. The one class she didn't miss, was the new teachers biology. Beca naturally enjoyed biology, but with this teacher, it was her all time favourite lesson. Miss Beale's class. Beca had a great relationship with the music and drama teacher, Mr Swanson. He always helped her out with the music industry. But the one teacher she hated most was Miss Posen. A tall, annoying, or as beca liked to say "a total bitch.". The brunette strolled downstairs. Wandering into the kitchen, she lifted an apple from the bowl. Beca's parents were very wealthy. She lived in a big house with the fastest cars. Everyone knew it was her house when they drove past. Her father, Ben Mitchell, was a Dr. And her mother, she was a chef. Shelia Mitchell.

"Not today mom. Kinda running late. Gotta go pick up stacie. I'll talk to you later. Tell dad I will ring him after school." Beca's father was too busy on the phone. Shelia usually prepared a breakfast for everyone to eat. From pancakes, too waffles, too anything really. Shelia shook her head at Beca's response. She threw Beca some keys and bit into her pancake.

Beca climbed into the drivers seat of the Audi R8 and pushed the key in the ignition. Hearing the engine roar, she dialled Stacie's number.

"Morning blondie. How we doing this morning?" Stacie's moan echoed through the phone.

"I dunno. I should be asking you. You are gonna see the ginger hottie. You have gotta get her number beca. Amy dared you. You can't back out of a dare." Beca sighed. The thought of trying to get her number seemed inappropriate and impossible.

"Really? Come on dude. She is super duper hot but she could get arrested. I wouldn't want that Stace. Like yeah I wouldn't bang her on a table like a pinky toe." Stacie laughed down the phone.

"Alright I get it, you are crazy about her but you need to do it. So do it. Get a detention. She is on duty today so boom. You always get detentions, so just be you. Okay I'm outside, hurry up." Before Beca could say anything else, Stacie ended the call.

Beca drove up to a stop in a parking spot. She always parked in the same one. She was that popular, everyone knew it was her spot. No one else would dare to take the most popular girls parking spot. Beca stepped out of the car and locked it. She pulled her leather jacket of her shoulders and grabbed her books.

The slam of the lockers would echo for miles down the corridors.

"Amy. Dude. Chill. I will get it. I have bio with her now and then I'll see her in detention. I got this." Stacie chuckled and walked off to somewhere. Amy replied back to Beca.

"Okay. Whatever. Now go. You don't wanna be late for her. Do you?" Any moved her shoulders up and down. Beca walked off to her next class. She stuck her finger up at Amy. The sound of Aubrey Posen's voice ran through her head.

"Beca! Detention! After school! One hour! Get to class!" Beca giggled and spun on her heels. She looked over at Amy and smiled. She blonde shook her head and walked off.

Beca wasn't late for lesson, she just wasn't on time. As she said. She strolled into Miss Beale's room. Earning smiles from everyone. She knew everyone at the school. The ginger turned around and tried to talk. But, she couldn't. Maybe it was Beca's outfit or something but she couldn't get her words out. Except for one word.