A/N: I'm pretty sure it's a sin to publish a new story when I haven't updated my previous ones. I just couldn't get this little thing out of my head. If it gets enough praise, I may continue it. I just wanted to get it out of my head, and onto paper..err internet.

Summary: High School AU. Jesse Swanson is the most popular guy at Barden High. He's the captain of the lacrosse team, basketball team, and even gets leads in the school play. He lives in his own personal bubble, where people like Beca Mitchell don't register.

Dislaimer: Obvs don't own any of the characters. Man, would I love to own Pitch Perfect..

"It's a Friday night! You should be coming out to hang," Jesse tried to convince his cousin, Chloe Beale.

"Jes, I'm swamped. I've got so much homework to do," Chloe rested her phone on her shoulder and started flipping through her binder.

"That's what Saturday and Sunday are for, Chlo." Jesse hit a red light and picked up his phone from its stand, "C'mon. We're all headed to that really good Japanese restaurant. I know it's your favorite,"

"Fine, fine. I'll go, but I have no car," Chloe gave in. Jesse fist bumped while he pressed down on the gas pedal,

"Yes! I'll be there in two minutes." He hung up on his cousin and unknowingly passed a stop sign. A loud crash resulted and a bright light flashed onto Jesse's face.

Chloe frantically ran through the hospital with Stacie and Donald behind. "Did we already go down this hallway? I think we've already been down this one,"

"Chlo, you need to take a deep breath!" Stacie instructed.

"I can't, okay? What if he's not okay?" The three friends got to the front desk, Donald took over while Stacie tried to calm down the redhead.

"Hi, we're looking for Jesse Swanson. He would have been admitted about an hour ago?" The nurse started to look through her list when suddenly they heard Jesse's voice.

"Chloe?" He walked through the doors, scars on his head and arms.

"Jesse! Oh my god, you're okay! Are you okay? You look okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Chloe ran to hug him,

"I'm so, so glad. Are you in pain?"

Jesse grimaced, "just when you squeeze that tight," Chloe let go of him so quick as if he was on fire.

Donald patted his back, "You had us worried, buddy."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," He smiled,

"No, it's okay," Stacie said, "we're just happy you're all right,"

"Yeah, I am," Jesse slowly moved to sit down on one of those uncomfortable waiting room chairs, "I'm just bruised and shaken, but the woman in the other car, Beca Mitchell, I guess is her name, she's in surgery.. and if she doesn't make it then I-"

"No, Jesse, stop," Chloe laid a hand on his knee, "I'm sure she's gonna be okay, too."

"Yeah.. do you guys mind if we just wait here until she's out of surgery?"

"No, of course not. Do you want us to get you something, bro?" Donald asked.

"No, no. I'm fine. I just.. I can't believe I didn't see that stop sign,"

"Hey, it happens," Stacie assured him while flipping through a magazine, "That's why they call them 'accidents', right?"

"I-I wasn't paying attention," he stuttered "and I was on the phone,"

"With me," Chloe reminded,

"No, I shouldn't have called you while I was driving," Jesse counteracted.

"Okay, stop it, you two," Donald cleared his throat, "This isn't helping anybody," At that moment, a Doctor walked out from those dreaded double doors.

"I'm looking for the family of Beca Mitchell?" Just then, the four friends gasped as they recognized the man who stood up at the sound of his daughter's name.

"Is that.." Chloe started,

"Professor Mitchell?!" Stacie let out.

"Shhh...," Donald covered her mouth and all four leaned in closely and listened,

"Sir, your daughter has a collapsed lung. But the good news is, she'll make a full recovery. She's stabilizing now, you're welcome to come and see her," Professor Mitchell followed the Doctor through those double doors.

"Well," Donald stood up, "looks like the chick- who by the way, is our English teacher's daughter- is gonna be okay. You ready to head home?"

Jesse's brows furrowed as if he was in deep thought, "Uh, you guys go. My mom's on her way, so I'll just wait for her here."

Chloe looked at her cousin, "Well I'll wait with you then,"

"Actually, Chlo, I wouldn't mind having a few minutes alone," He gave her a sad smile, "I have to apologize to Beca.. I just gotta figure out what to say,"

Unsure of leaving her cousin alone, Chloe stood up, "Okay. Well, make sure you call me when you get home?"

"Yeah, I will," He grimaced again while Chloe hugged him, "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"See ya later, bro. Glad you're ok," Donald clapped his friend's shoulder.

Beca Mitchell is not one for hospitals, hospital food, hospital TV channels, and hospital robes. She'd give anything to not be here right now, but at the same time- those pain relieving pills are magical.
A knock on her door took her out of her thoughts, "Beca? A Jesse Swanson is here to see you," The nurse informed her and walked away. Jesse Swanson? Why would he be here?

On cue, Jesse Swanson appeared in her doorway, "Uh, look, I know this sounds weird to just come out and say, but I'm the guy that hit you and I'm so sorry and I know that doesn't mean anything, but I just wanted to say it,"

Beca narrowed her eyes, "Yeah, we talked to the police.. and I'm not pursuing any legal stuff, if that's why you're here." Coldly, Beca turned her attention to the TV, which was showing some sort of afternoon drama show with horrible acting.

Jesse stepped forward, "No, no it's not. But you could.. if you wanted to because it was totally all my fault. I was on the phone and I didn't see the stop sign and-"

"Look, hot shot, let's just say that the important thing here is that we're both alright," She told him without moving her eyes away from the TV.

Jesse's brows furrowed, "Y-You have a punctured lung,"

"Honestly, dude, it sounds a lot worse than it really is,"

"Ok, but you're still in here, and it's my fault."

"It's fine," Beca sighed, turning her attention to him, "Besides- you got me out of this killer math test."

"Oh,yeah? You go to Barden High, right?" Beca rolled her eyes at his question, and turned back to the TV.

"What?" He caught her reaction,

Annoyingly, Beca answered, "Yeah. I'm in your French class,"

Realizing what he said, Jesse felt like the biggest idiot in the world, "Oh, I'm-I'm sorry,"

Beca chuckled, "Sorry for what? For not knowing who I am? Dude, it's fine. I'm not cool- not popular. You obviously live in your own little bubble where freaks like me don't even register,"

"That's not true," Jesse moved to sit down on the chair next to the hospital bed.

"Really? When was the last time you talked to somebody who wasn't running for homecoming queen or didn't play a varsity sport?" At his silence, Beca nodded. "Yeah, we exist, Swanson," Beca can sense her annoyance starting to take over.

"I'm not like-"

"Y'know what? I'm feeling really tired.. You should probably go." Beca gave him one last cold look and adjusted her pillows.

Caught off guard, Jesse silently stood up and looked back at the small, mysterious girl on that bed. What can he do? This is all entirely his fault. Did people really view him that way? 'Varsity jock'? One that only hangs around their own? No, that can't be. Jesse Swanson is a people-person. He loves his sports, his theatre plays. He may be caught up once in awhile, but who can blame him? As he walked out of the hospital, he checked his phone messages.

"Yo Jesse! There's a party going on tonight at some cheerleader's place, u down?"

"Jesse, are you still at the hospital? Call me!"

"Dude, we heard you got into an accident. Hope you're alright"

"Call me, Jess!"

"You can add 'survived a car-wreck' to that college resume of yours, lmfao."

Shaking his head as he got into his car, Jesse felt sick. Do I act like everything's about me? Am I really living in my own bubble? He took out his phone once again and dialed his cousin's number.

"Hey, Chlo- do you think I should get balloons? Or flowers?"

"Uh- for what?"

"For Beca,"

"Beca Mitchell?"

"Well.. yeah.. I did just kind of hit her.. with my car."

"Sure? I guess? Don't you think it sounds impersonal? You don't know the girl, Jes-"

"Yeah, I know," Jesse inserted his car key into the ignition, "But I want to." He hung up on his cousin, making sure not to repeat the whole night by being on the phone while he's driving.

A/N: Yeah, I don't really know where all that came from. It's kind of a jumbled mess to me.. but I at least got it out. Any guesses as to who that last text message was from? Lol. Anyways, let me know what you think. Either take this story under my wing ooooor get my butt onto working on the next chapter of Legohouse? I don't know.. you tell me.