Benji In Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

"I just don't like bloodsuckers." "Racist," Benji said, playing his turn. I rolled my eyes when it came my turn. "I give back what I'm given." Javier was a jackass to me the moment he stepped on board. So I'd be a dick right back. "Not everyone can make a good impression," he replied. "God knows we didn't."

If Cory found out about it, he would be in trouble! "You tell me too. Who are all of you? Why were you at the factory?" Jane sized Benji up. Adding things up from what she had heard, she asked tentatively, "Are you one of Beck and Call's?" "No," Benji denied flatly. "I have nothing to do with Beck and Call. Also, you're leaving tomorrow. Don't mention Beck and Call at all. My boss hates them the most. So you better not cause me trouble." "Why—"

I cleared my throat loudly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Jevan this is Ben. Ben, this is Jevan," Adobi introduced which was of a poor taste coming from her. Something wasn't right. "Hi, I'm Benjamin but everyone calls me Ben," Ben said, reaching out his hand. I shook it. Ben was an inch shorter than I was but his body-built made him look powerful. I could tell he work out. His complexion and skin reminded me of when I used to melt dark chocolate when I was a teen.