Rumors

First Day: Part 1

Beca sighed in relief as she applied the last bit of eyeliner to her cloudy blues. She threw on her red flannel, along with her headphones that hung loosely around her neck. Checking her look in the mirror and picking up her backpack, she made her way downstairs

Today was the day. Another door opening and a beautiful start to a new beginning.

After moving with her dad to Atlanta because he received a well paying job at Barden University as an English professor, Beca was forced to transfer to Barden High school. Being a senior was suppose tobe the last shot of being a high schooler. The alpha dog that ran the school hallways and the greatest year of your entire existence. It was the right of passage to the 'upperclassmen' label and though she would've been an upperclassmen at her previous school, she was now the new kid. Hell, she should just be labeled a freshman again.

What sucked the most was, she didn't know anybody at this new school and she was once again, that girl who wore too much eyeliner and too stuck up to talk to anybody. Unless obviously, she was forced too.

Long story short, Beca wasn't worthy enough to be a senior, especially if know one knew who the hell she was. Opening up wasn't easy for the girl so with being the outcast again, who knows if she'll ever be labeled as one of the big, bad dogs who call themselves seniors.

Took you long enough princess!" Beca walked down the stairs to her house and was greeted by her leggy brunette friend, Stacie Conrad. The girl was attempting to clean some dishes at the sink but in reality, she was only making them dirtier. "We are going to be late on our first day!"

Okay, so maybe Beca lied about not having any friends at her new school.

This tall brunette who was currently dressed in the shortest shorts Beca has ever had the chance to witness and a black blouse which was on the verge of exploding due to her watermelons she calls tits, wasn't just some friend. If anything, she was Beca's best friend but even that didn't sum her up enough. Stacie grew up in a shit family all around. Her parents were too rich to care and with her mom constantly working at shoots for magazines and her dad off on conference meetings every other night, she didn't really have anyone to take care of her. That was until elementary school and Beca walked in on the poor girl stuffing her bra with that thin, brittle toilet paper janitors would stock up every other month. Embarrass would be an understatement of what Stacie felt when she locked eyes with that petrified, tiny little fourth grade girl. If only the girl knew that if she waited a few more years those mosquito bites would erupt into D's, basically almost causing the girl to get a boob reduction. Not that she would ever.

Anyways, since then, Beca and Stacie have been inseparable. The girl even moved into Beca's house with her father when they had their 8th grade continuation. Beca and Stacie thought it would be a fight with her parents but honestly, they just sort of let her go. They assumed that without Stacie under the roof, they wouldn't have to 'fake' parenting.

Assholes.

"Thanks for breakfast by the way." Beca muttered, taking a seat at the table while she watched Stacie do the dishes. "Also, we are going to school, not a strip club."

Stacie slowly turned around on her heels, smirking as Beca eyed her body up and down. The girl was extremely good looking and had all the assets to flaunt so Beca couldn't blame her.

In middle school she even won most sexiest and most likely to become a model after high school.

She was in seventh grade when she won.