#adam devine

Haha so there's nothing for my boy bumper from pitch perfect on here... so im making a fic for him. Bumper x Studious!Reader who doesn't wanna give him the time of day. Barden will have student council in this fic! No use of Y/N (will use you for this! Let me know if you guys like this!)

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You didn't get it. How was a capella of all things so popular? The Treblemakers especially. They weren't all that great. Sure they can sing and dance a little. But could they solve complex formulas? Probably not. Maybe the rapper, Donald, but otherwise no way.

At least the fair or whatever for clubs wasn't going to be that long. It was so annoying having to hear Bumper constantly harmonize and tell people, "Your weirdness is affecting my vocal cords." How egotistical can someone be!?

Okay sure, he was cute and stupid in that charming way frat guys like him were... but you would never admit that. Especially not to his face. That's like failing an assignment worth fifty percent of your final grade on purpose.

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"Finally done with the budget requests for all the clubs..." You mumble, sighing in relief as you stack the folders with spreadsheets and copies of different papers to be sent out to club leaders and the Dean.

Emmy, your vice president, pokes her head in and tells you that Bumper and Aubrey are here for their budget requests.

"Send them in." You sit back in your chair. You didn't care for either leader. Bumper grated on your nerves and Aubrey has been on edge since that last performance where she... never mind.

Bumper pushed the blonde out of his way, tossing the folder down on your desk. "I need this done. I have trophies to win."

Aubrey glared at him, giving you her folder. "We just need an adjustment now that we have more members."

You skim through both spreadsheets. "I can only adjust one of your budgets. I can't do both without having to dig into other clubs' funds."

"Sorry loser, I already know she's giving it to me." Bumper scrolled on his phone, confident that you'd show favoritism like everyone else.

"Actually, I'll be giving it to the Bellas. I always did like a good comeback story." You glance up over your glasses, writing your initials and stamping the college logo on the document.

Aubrey gave Bumper a triumphant look. "How's that for loser?" She took the folder, walking out.

The Treblemaker did not take that well. Over the next few days, he wouldn't leave you alone. He'd follow you around the halls after lectures, sit on your table in the library, even "match pitch," whatever that meant when you tried to study.

"I'm not giving you the extra money, Bumper." You closed your textbook, staring up at the group of a capella singers.

"Well why not!? They're just going to lose to me- us- again in the ICCAs!" He gave an incredulous glance, snatching your study guides.

You just blink silently. What an imbecile. You wondered if he could even read past a third grade level. "Are you going to stop throwing a tantrum now?"

He seemed offended at the insult, as if he wasn't acting like a child right now. The only Treblemaker that seemed remotely guilty about bothering you was Jesse. "I am not throwing a tantrum, I am merely showing you that you should be supporting the only good singer in this entire university!"

You take your study guides back and pack up, walking out of the library as they follow. "Hope you know I have two more meetings and a study group at six. Fair warning."

"What a nerd alert!" Bumper tossed a paper ball up and down in his hand. The other boys laughed and snickered a little behind him.

Eventually around the second meeting they left you alone. However, their leader decided to stay and sit in your single dorm. "How can I convince you to give me the money instead of Aubrey and her girl group?"

Deciding to give him an answer that would hopefully make him back off, you said, "A date this Friday. A good one that you plan."

But of course, he was a frat guy who wasn't one to turn down a challenge. "Fine. I'll text you the details." Bumper got up, typing his number into your phone that laid on the nightstand. He soon left after, not before changing his contact name to "Sugar Baby," like an idiot.

During the date he did the stupid take your hair down and glasses off thing like in movies. But he was surprisingly a gentleman. He admitted to having Donald's help finding a good place to go but it was like sparks flying.

You sat on a hill close to the university, having thrown away your froyo cups earlier. The stars were bright tonight. Before you could react, he kissed you.

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