Barden University was well-known for its attractive students, from the chiseled Luke Evans of the WBUJ radio station to the busty freshmen, Stacie Conrad. For some reason, the school was full of extremely attractive people, but only one of them was renowned amongst both students and faculty… One Ms. Catherine Beale.

No, you were not allowed to call her "Cathy," "Kate," or "Katie." The last person to ever call her by those nicknames later had his social status ruined, his personal life in shambles, and his grades sent plummeting. Yeah, she was that good.

Catherine was considered a goddess. She had long, flowing blonde hair that was always perfectly styled, brilliant green eyes, and the body of a Victoria's Secret model (and she wasn't afraid to show it.) She had both men and women swooning and falling on their knees for her. To put it simply, Catherine Beale was wanted.

The only issue with everyone either wanting to be her or be with her was that she never seemed to be single. She always had some new guy hanging all over her and a long line of others waiting their turn. She never kept them long, anywhere from a week to a few months. Her sophomore year at Barden, Catherine flipped her own game on its head when she dumped the star quarterback for none other than his star point-guard sister. Yes, she left Dylan Wilson for Danielle Wilson. Neither couple made it very far, but when Catherine opened up her dating pool to include women, the list of people begging to be with her nearly doubled.

Catherine was just as sought after even four years into her college career. The problem for her long list of suitors? She was hung up on the two people who were seemingly immune to her seductive ways. Catherine Beale did not get rejected; she rejected people. In her mind, she had two problems on her perfectly manicured hands.

"So, Luke, I was thinking that you could take me out later. Dinner, movie, and some other activities," Catherine nearly moaned out. She leaned on the desk in front of Luke, one hand braced on the edge and the other twirling a few strands of her hair. Her lip teasingly pulled in between her dazzling white teeth.

"I'm working," Luke's British accent rang out, not even looking up from the stack of CDs he was currently holding. Catherine released her lip and her eyes flashed with shock at the rejection, but the look was quickly replaced with her usual cockiness.

"Can't you get one of your little freshmen to work tonight?" Catherine asked as she leaned further over the table, revealing even more of her already exposed cleavage.

"No freshmen in the booth," he dully responded as he threw one of the CD cases onto the desk. Not expecting the clatter of the plastic case next to her, she jumped back. The reaction caused Luke to smirk to himself, proud of startling who he had dubbed the Ice Queen.

"What about tomorrow?"

"I'm going to a party," he finally looked up to see the usual smile upon her face completely gone and replaced by a slight frown.

"I would love-"

"Why don't you ask Errand Boy?" Luke cut her off, obviously tired of her constant pestering.

"HEY! I am not an errand-" Jesse began, sticking his head out from behind a shelf.

"Shut it, Burger Prince," Luke pointed his finger at Jesse threateningly. The younger boy huffed in defeat and disappeared back behind the shelf he had been stacking.

"Fine, I'll just find someone else to go out with," Catherine spat. Turning on her heel, she stormed across the station towards the exit.

"Congrats, mate!" Luke called out to her as she slung the door into the front office open.

As she stalked through the doorway, Catherine didn't even notice the other person walking directly towards her until they were both on the ground. The blonde looked down at the person she landed on to see steel blue eyes looking up at the ceiling. The fiendish little cogs immediately began to turn in Catherine's mind as she took in the familiar face beneath her.

"Hi," Catherine purred, pushing a few stray locks of blonde hair behind her ear. She put on her signature smile and batted her eyelashes, laying further into the woman beneath her.

"Um, hey?" Beca Mitchell asked, unsure, raising one of her dark eyebrows.

"Don't look her in the eyes, Becky. You'll turn to stone," Luke stage-whispered from across the room.

Catherine snapped her head around to glare at the man, but quickly switched her demeanor back to flirtatious. She pushed herself off of the smaller girl, taking care to stretch and grind in all the right ways to get someone interested. The steel blue eyes beneath her only glanced down her body, but not at all in the way she was expecting. Knitted eyebrows and a grimace was where she usually saw blown pupils and a smirk. The younger girl quickly stood up and brushed herself off.

"Hi," Catherine breathed out again, attempting to get a normal reaction out of the girl. She allowed one of her hands to play with her hair while the other one went behind her back.

"You, uh, already said that," Beca shoved her hands into her pockets and sent the taller girl a quizzical look. The smaller girl was well-aware of Catherine's games and her infatuation with Luke, or anyone who was deemed 'unattainable,' for that matter.

"I guess I did. It's hard to remember what I've said when those eyes are looking at me," Catherine flirted. The hand that was twirling her hair slowly moved so that it was now doing the same thing, except to Beca's brunette locks instead of her blonde ones. The DJ swiftly pushed the manicured hand away from her.

"Isn't this your weekly 'Luke, please take me out' time?" Beca questioned as she leaned against one of the many shelves in the small station.

"I came here looking for a date. It really doesn't matter who.."

"Oh, really? You weren't just begging Luke to take you to dinner again?" Beca cocked her head to the side.

"Rule #1: I don't beg," Catherine whispered seductively.

"You should call your plastic surgeon. Your fake nose just grew a bit," Luke stated with a smirk as he shut the door to the sound booth behind him, blocking out the unwanted presence.

"For some reason, I feel like that's a lie," the brunette sarcastically added in response to Catherine.

"Why don't you find out, Becky?"

"There are two things wrong with that question," Beca pushed herself off of the shelf and moved past the blonde towards one of the many crates full of CDs. She lifted one up onto the desk and looked back at Catherine, "One, only Luke gets to call me that. Two, I think I'll pass."

Catherine's shoulder slumped for just a second before they returned to their original, practiced position. This made it the second time that day that she had been rejected. Is there something in the fucking water?

"Don't play for that team?" Catherine asked, attempting to get back into her flirtatious groove.

"I don't see how that's any of your business," she said almost to herself. "Besides, I'm more into stacking CDs than I am dating people I barely know."

"We should change that," the blonde batted her lashes, making her eyes appear greener. Beca was posed to protest when Catherine cut her off, "The not knowing each other part. Let's get coffee sometime." There was no hint of it being a question, but more of a demand.

Beca squinted at the other girl, obviously confused. Whenever Luke brushed the girl off, she would continue her flirting until she eventually left, but she had never actually offered to get to know Luke in a less-than-romantic-way. Why was she so quickly changing tactics with Beca?

"Um… That- I don't-" Beca stuttered out. Jesse suddenly slid in beside her, slinging one arm around the girl's shoulders.

"Becs would love to grab some coffee with you," he quickly stated. Beca's head snapped in his direction, eyes widened in shock at the goofy boy's sudden outburst. Silently, she prayed that Catherine somehow didn't hear what he had just said. Unfortunately for Beca, Catherine hadn't suddenly become deaf.

"Great, I'll text you details later. Bye, Becs," Catherine said in a sickeningly sweet tone. She turned on her heel and started her strut out of the building, throwing a small wave over her shoulder.

"Don't call me that!" Beca quickly called out as the door closed. The shorter brunette swiftly jabbed her elbow into Jesse's abdomen, sending a rush of air out of his lungs. His hands shot out to the offended area and he hunched over in pain. "THAT was for calling me 'Becs,' and THIS," she said between gritted teeth, smacking the boy upside the head, "is for saying I'd go out with her."

"Hey! That was Catherine Beale, THE Catherine Beale! She wanted to take you out and all you could do was say no or stutter! I was being a good lesbro," he defended, straightening his spine. One of the boy's hands went up to where she had hit him on the head, rubbing the now sore spot.

"Never say 'lesbro' again, ever..." Beca muttered. She crossed her arms over her chest, "Besides, I don't want to go anywhere with her. You have now set me up to 'get to know' that… thing."

Jesse's jaw dropped at her words, "Are you serious right now?"

"Yes! Dude, why wouldn't I be serious?"

"Because that 'thing' you're referring to is the one and only Catherine Beale-"

"I'm sure there is another one somewhere in this world..." Beca said under her breath. Jesse sighed and used his index finger and thumb to pinch between his brows, like he suddenly had a headache.

"You know what I'm saying… She is Barden's Next Top Model! She could have anyone and she asked you out. Beca, for the love of everything that is holy, please tell me you understand that this girl is a goddess. She is like a fucking Kardashian, she is Aphrodite, she is-" he had begun slamming his hands onto the desk to emphasize his point when Beca slapped her hand over his mouth.

"I get it, you want to have your way with the Prom Queen. I don't. In all honesty, I don't see it. I guess she's pretty, but she isn't really anything special. Catherine looks like any other sorority sister. She would be much hotter if she wasn't such a bitch to anyone she thinks is beneath her-"

"FINALLY!" Luke interjected from the doorway of the booth. Gesturing with one of his hands towards Beca, he breathed out, "Someone else can see it."

"That girl is a saint!" Jesse yelled at the two.

"If being a saint involves talking trash about any girl besides herself and being a spoiled brat, then yeah, she's the next Florence Nightingale," Luke retorted. Beca pointed at the Brit and nodded along with his every word.

"I can't believe you two… It's like Jesus just came back from the dead and you two are saying that it was a magic trick," an exasperated Jesse ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm not saying it was a magic trick, all I'm saying is that Benji could easily pull it off," Beca smirked.

"The kid does look like-" Luke began, a look of realization on his face.

"BENJI IS NOT JESUS. Now stop changing the subject! Luke, you're British and wrong. Beca, you're wrong and taking Catherine to get coffee sometime. It isn't even a date! She just wants to get to know you," Jesse nearly pleaded.

"Fine, but I'm gone the second she tries to touch me," Beca sighed. She picked up a handful of CDs and started to place them on their proper shelves, looking like her usual broody self.

"Thank you," Jesse breathed out, throwing his hand up into the air and letting them come down on his thighs with a resounding Smack! As he spun around, he ran into Luke's chest.

"The 'wrong' British man wants a burger," Luke said sternly, his arms crossed.

"You know, you won't be 22 forever," Jesse mumbled as he began to walk out of the station anyway.

Luke lifted up his shirt to reveal a six-pack, looking from his muscles and back to Jesse, "I think I'm good."

"He's good," Beca nodded, looking back to Luke, "You're good." Jesse shook his head and let out a little laugh as he closed the door to the station behind him. Luke then went back into the booth, leaving Beca by herself to stack CDs.

The events of the past hour rolling through her mind, they began to make even less sense the more she thought on it. She had been at the school for no more than a month, and in that time she had already figured out the Who's Who among all of the students. Catherine Beale, a popular senior, somehow knew who she was. Not just from hearing her name from the two boys, but the girl seemed to actually know about her. Yes, she spent some time around the station on occasion, but only to hit on Luke and then leave after five minutes. In that time, the older girl had never even glanced at Beca, not until today. In Beca's mind, something was going on, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I guess I'll just have to figure this out as I go," Beca sighed to herself, once again busying herself with the cases in her hand. Her head then came to attention, a look of deep confusion once again crossing her face, "How the hell does she have my number?"