Bella In Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

This had to be wrong, or she was dreaming. “I.. I didn’t write that,” Bella said, shaking her head. Of course, the students were recording, and she hated it but she couldn’t stop it. Yelling wouldn’t stop them, and she would only look like a madwoman the next day. “All curated by your Queen Bella. Something to spice up the evening, I guess. Everywhere is boring, so Bella, what’s it going to be?” “I want to go with truth, truth!” Bella said, her entire body shaking as she glanced from Sebastian to Fae and the students with their phones in her face.

“I already picked your outfit.” She held it up proudly. My eyes widened. “That’s not an outfit—that’s barely clothes.” “It’s perfect,” Bella insisted, grabbing my wrist and dragging me toward the mirror. “You’ll make every man there fall head over heels. ” I groaned. “Bella, this is too much.” “Trust me,” she said, winking. “After tonight, no one will ever mistake you for just a pretty face again.” I stared at my reflection—at the daring cut of the swimsuit, the shimmer of the fabric—and for once, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

I glanced at him. Jonathan’s expression hadn’t changed. Bella, however, looked delighted. “Oh my God,” she said, pointing between us. “You’re jealous.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “That’s a very bold assumption.” Bella leaned forward. “No, no, this is fascinating.” I stood up. “Bella, please stop analyzing my life like it’s a reality show.” Bella waved a dismissive hand. “It absolutely is a reality show.” Then she grinned. “And right now I’m team Daniel.”

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

Like she was the only person who could pull me out of the mess I was drowning in. Bella wore a deep emerald green dress today, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right ways. It was elegant, classy, but with a subtle edge that matched her perfectly. Her hair was swept to the side, cascading over her shoulder, and her lips were painted a soft rose pink. She looked stunning, effortlessly so.

'' confusion is etched on my face. Rex speaks up "Lia from this morning'' he reminds me. I chuckle at my mistake and face Bella. ''I did, and then I had to get her out somehow, it wasn't so easy'' ''Dude you are a fucking rebel.'' Bella is dressed in loose jeans that are ripped to the point of almost being called tattered. Her shirt is body-hugging which accentuates all her curves. Her sneakers look worn out and there is mud smudged all over the soles. Bella is a tomboy, plain and simple but she is also the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She doesn't see what I see when I look at her. She thinks she is ugly and that is why she likes to draw attention away from her by dressing so bad.

She wants to let me in. “I was tryi—” “This song is for my baby, Cade!” The voice booms through the speakers, tearing through the tension like a gunshot. It’s sultry and instantly recognizable. Harper freezes. I freeze. In the center of the ballroom, illuminated by a harsh white spotlight, Bella Vercetti stands holding a cordless microphone. She’s wearing a shimmering, tattered white gown that looks like it was intentionally shredded, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. She’s wearing the diamond bracelet I…or my mother, rather…bought her.

I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself, and you're set I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way (born this way) These four should actually create a name for their little singing group, that sounds fitting considering this small random display of talent. If there’s a group called the Barden Bella’s in Pitch Perfect, then they should at least create a name for their group. Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way

I have to pretend like their words don’t get to me but it cuts through my skin each time. As I walk past, the girls turn to stare at me, their eyes following my every step but I pretend not to see them and just go about my business. I picked up my books from my locker and turn to leave, all the while I could feel their eyes on my back. “Looser, ” Bella says loud enough for me to hear. Bella is my biggest nightmare, she’s the beta’s daughter in my pack and also one of the hottest girls in my school. She’s tall, with blonde hair and the fairest skin. Her nails are always neatly done and she walks like she owns the whole school.

Bella and I have been best friends since when I came to Madison High in freshman year, she's the only one who knows am adopted but she doesn't know the other secrets about what Alan does. She's pretty, optimistic and did I mention she's a psychotic bitch. She has short dark hair with olive colored eyes and a willow figure. Bella Rodriguez. And also she's smart like super smart, she never gets into trouble with any teachers. "So I saw you almost got ran over". She open her locker taking her things as she spoke to me. "By Harley Quinn". "Stop calling her that, Its Harley Worth". I replied with an eye roll. "Who cares? They both act the same way".