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There was a reason Beca Mitchell never let anyone get too close.
It was all too dangerous.
If she let people in her life she knew that she’d let them get close, and if they got close they would take a place in her heart.
Why was this bad?
Because as Beca knew all too well, the people that found a place in her heart, well they would leave.
All of them- breaking her heart bit by bit taking pieces until she broke permanently.
It had happened too many times now and she wouldn’t let it happen again.
The only thing left that she would let mend her heart was music, it was the only thing she had that she could rely on.
Beca Mitchell had her reasons for being closed off and to be honest, she had come to terms with being alone.
Hell she even likes it.
That is why she wasn’t looking forward to the rest of this year.
Being forced to attend university definitely wasn’t on her bucket list, at least she had talked her dad down to one year.
One year of hell before she could do what she loved.
Surely it wouldn’t be that bad right? I mean, you have to get through hell before you get to heaven or something.
She would be okay as long as she kept a low profile, avoided people and went to the bare minimum amount of classes to pass.
All I need to do is stay on guard and….fuck this is going to be stressful
Beca thought to herself as the taxi pulled up outside the university.
Beca took in her surroundings and inhaled deeply.
One year, you can do this. You’re Beca-effin-Mitchell
Beca’s thoughts were interrupted as a car pulled alongside her, noise bursting from inside.
Her eyes caught the boy’s in the back who turned toward her dramatically strumming an air guitar to the instrumental of wayward son.
It was absolutely ridiculous, so she smirked at him which made him wink.
Beca rolled her eyes as the car and the boy sped off.
Beca was brought out of her daze by a boy girl approaching her.
As soon as she began talking, Beca zoned out.
That is until she handed her a whistle
“…don’t blow it unless it’s actually happening”
Wait, what? Did she say….rape whistle?
Beca just raised her eyebrows at the girl and put the whistle in her mouth before grabbing her bags and walking away.
What is with this place? No wonder it’s so cheap
Beca was walking in the direction of her dorm area and as she looked around campus at all the college students she couldn’t help but smile a little.
She defiantly wasn’t going to enjoy this. But it would surely be an experience if anything.
What the fuck have I agreed to?