As the loud, sneering bell sounds in the halls, it unleashes the excited bunch of wild dogs- otherwise known as high school students. They all jump up into the air, smacking it with their fists as if it's the person who invented school. Screaming, "yeah!" and "fuck this!" as they go along, the spill over the steps all going in different directions to their humble abode.
Jesse's one of these nerdier (yet cute) idiots. Walking with his friends, Benji and Donald, over to Starbucks. Their conversation consists of school activities and what happened after lunch.
"What was with Stacie and you today? It was like you too couldn't stop licking each other's faces it was gross, bro." Jesse asks as the find a seat nearest the window.
"Well dude, once you have a smoking hot girlfriend like me, maybe then you'll understand." Donald responds sipping his PSL (which is what they call a Pumpkin Spice Latte).
Benji enlightens them with his cute crush story about a girl named Chloe. Chloe Beale. She's a ginger and she hangs out with Stacie (aka, the biggest slut in school) and Amy Williams (likes to get called Fat Amy).
"I talked to her today, after English. We got paired up for a project," he says as he plays with his green straw.
Jesse looks across the street and spots a girl. Beca Mitchell. A brunette with shoulder length hair, blue eyes and of a small stature. She's always got these headphones on that are too big for her, and to Jesse, it's so adorable. She's either looking off into the distance or on her MacBook doing something. He's always wanted to know what keeps her so busy. What is she always doing? She never speaks and her facial expression reads: "Don't fucking approach me or you'll end up with a knife in your asshole." He likes that. He's never really spoken to her. Unless you count him singing to her in a cab going past her house communication. But the thing Jesse is really intrigued by is her eyes. Her eyes are a deep shade of blue and sparkle when she's happy, and darken or loose their twinkle when she's down.
"Hey! DUDE!" Jesse's snapped out of his thoughts by Donalds snapping finger in his face.
"Ahh, I see what you're looking at," Donald says smirking at Jesse's blush, "you're checking out Beca Mitchell."
"Beca Mitchell? HAVE YOU HEARD THE RUMORS?" Benji mentions as he nearly chokes on his drink due to her name being mentioned.
Jesse snaps his head to Benji in order to hear this wonderful news about this girl that intrigues him.
"She's really into music but she has a bad history. She once punched a guy so hard, he fell into a coma cause' she damaged his brain cells or something." Jesse shakes his head pitifully. He's going to make her see that he's not just some cute nerdy boy that hangs out in an all boys' A cappella group. Yeah, he SO doesn't get made fun of.
Later, they take the bus home and Beca effin Mitchell decides to jump on too. She sits in the seat across from the three seated bench, the dudes are occupying. She's on her phone, no smile. She probably doesn't have a boyfriend. Cause girls around her age are ALWAYS talking to their boyfriends and smiling at their phones. But then again, Beca isn't a normal girl. Jesse's known that from the moment he's laid his eyes on her.
She places her phone in her lap and breathes a heavy sigh. Her lip is lined with reddish-pinkish lipstick and her eyes are put into a smokey eye effect. Donald and Benji are in their own world talking about how they're going to rule the world, so Jesse decides to make a move.
"Hi," he says as he slides next to her, "I'm Jesse Swanson," he says with a smile, extending his hand forward to greet her. She accepts it and replies, "Beca Mitchell." She looks down at his face then gives him a small smile.
"You got some interesting friends," she says as she glances over at the two other idiots explaining how each and every car is made out of mechanical gears and such.
"Yeah, they're great if you know them well…what are you listening to?" He gestures to her huge, Beatz headphones.
"Oh just some mashups," she says looking down and regarding it as something worthless.
"Can I take a listen?" She nods and hands it to him. He bobs his head along to the beat and smiles at her. It's a mashup or Style by Taylor Swift and Love Me like You Do by Ellie Goulding. The tempo carries on throughout the song and each verse is beautifully paced and sped up perfectly. He removes and them and asks: "Who did this? It's amazing."
She smiles as she responds, showing him her perfect teeth, "I did."
"Wow..." he mutters, staring at her. She suddenly looks up from where she's seated.
"Well this is my stop," she says getting up off her seat, "see you tomorrow."
Jesse waves wordlessly and scoots against the window to get a better look at her house. It possesses blue walls, with a front porch painted white and classy chairs placed outside. The front lawn looks well cared for and has roses growing on the sides. He glances up to what appears to be her room, which is a little window and inside he can see a Mac computer set up and music equipment in the back. And the best thing is, it's only a few blocks away from his house.
When Jesse got home he laid himself on his bed, in a blue sweatshirt and boxers he couldn't stop thinking about Beca. The way her blue, ocean like eyes glistened when he said he liked her mixes. Those eyes, looked like they hid secrets, those eyes looked as though they have seen the worst kind of pain. Those eyes were beautiful. Whatever those secrets were, it made her show she was.
Beca was going through the same dilemma. She sat at her desk, pointlessly playing with the cursor of her laptop; unable to form a beat. Why? She couldn't shake the thoughts for Jesse Swanson. How his eyes were a dark shade of brown yet they captivated her. How he was (and she would never admit this) hot. And the mere thought that he liked her mixes made him come off much sweeter. "What's wrong with me?" she thought to herself. She wasn't THAT girl. That girl who drapes herself over a dude that she's only checked out about five times in P.E. (shut up.)
Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock on her door. "Hey sweetie," it was her father, "I got Shiela downstairs, we're gonna go for ice cream. Want to join?" Shiela was Beca's stepmother. And her dad's mistress. He abandoned her Beca's mother and her when she was just seven years of age. Sheila was bubbly, young, beautiful and blonde. She's always tried to get on Beca's good side, but has never exceeded in doing so. To Beca, Shiela will always be the Other Woman. She'll never call her mom, always known as Shiela or Step Monster.
"No thanks, I gotta study for a History paper tomorrow." Beca side-glance from her computer. Her father sighed, "Well have fun, Becs. Good luck."
He closed the door and left with Shiela
Beca closed her eyes and sighed as she remembers the long nights she used to wait. For her beloved father to come play with her. While she was out with Shiela of course. She quickly switched off her computer, laid her headphones down and got up. She fell to her bed, bringing her knees to her chest as the silent tears began to roll. Her memories of her appalling child hood flooding her head and making her sob and wail into her chest. Her mascara making tear marks on her sheets.
THIS, is why she thinks she's too difficult to love. She has too much baggage. Too much for anyone to handle. She's just broken on the inside of that hard exterior.