Chapter One: Skype does not do you any favors

It had been three months since Becca had been physically in his presence. Sure, she had Skyped him-after Becca had broken down and created an account of course; something she had sworn she would not sell out to and create when Skype had first been developed-after they had both gotten annoyed about his terrible phone service (Verizon really did not have a signal everywhere, no matter what their deceiving commercial proclaimed with their supposed 4G coverage). It had been really hard to maintain their witty banter and terrible movie puns (mostly from Jesse even though she slipped into his level of nerd every once in a while).

The first time they had made a 'Skype Date', she had spent fifteen minutes before he connected with her fixing her hair and fidgeting with her shirt, her stomach knotted in a fit of uncharacteristic nerves. When Jesse's face popped up on her computer, her nerves vanished and she gave him a genuine smile- a rare thing for her.

"This video does not do you any favors," Becca had quipped, putting up her tough as nails persona, but Jesse saw right through her words and laughed. His eyes had lit up and his patent wide grin became even wider at the sight of her. It had been great, albeit, to see his face and connect it to the voice she had heard over the phone daily. Becca found Jesse's enthusiasm and nerd tendencies a great reprieve from her own depressing summer vacation.

It had been such a dull and blistering hot summer and with her father and the stepmonster added to the mix, her only happiness came from her Skype Dates with Jesse and her phone calls with Amy and Chloe. Shelia had spent a large amount of her time trying to get Becca to go do 'mother-daughter' activities, but Becca had holed herself up in her borrowed room at her father's home and prepared her mixes for her upcoming year as the Bella's leader. Shelia seemed to presume that Becca was a willing participant for girly activities, such as nail painting and clothes shopping, because she had witnessed Becca and Jesse's rather spectacular kiss after the ICCA's.

August 28th arrived too slowly for her, Becca thought as she half-assed packing up her clothing that morning. Her equipment had been loaded carefully into its proper cases the evening before and her last order of business this morning was to shove her large variety of tank tops, jeans, and flannel shirts. There was one thing that she did not actually wade up in a ball- a little black dress she had bought on the sly when Shelia and her father had been out on their weekly Friday night dinners. It was much sexier than anything she owned and she was rather proud that she only needed a few texts from Chloe (and Stacie who had suggested dresses with much less material and far too racy for anyone who did not have a killer model body).

Her main motivation for buying such an uncharacteristic purchase had been with one goal in mind: remind Jesse she was more than his co-worker/rival acapella leader/one time kisser. It had been an impulse buy, but she felt that the Skype dates and phone calls may have pushed her out of his mind. In a moment of panic last night, she perhaps thought he had forgotten totally about her when he had not answered her Skype video call a few days earlier. But, last night right before midnight, his icon had appeared on her screen and his bedhead hair and sleepy eyes told her that something was amiss.

"Hey Nerd," she whispered, keeping her voice down so she did not wake the stepmonster. "Forgot-" she paused, not wanting to sound weak, "about…" she wanted to say, 'me!' but she did not have to.

"You?" Jesse supplied, his voice sounding as if it was fading, "never could I forget about my best friend and or lover." His eyes seemed less wide but his smile was still just as wide and handsome. "I was kidnapped by the Treblemakers for some sort of bonding ritual. As it turns out, I am their leader and I should have been initiated into my role in the proper manner."

"Proper?" Becca pondered what this could involve. Certainly not a puke covered pitch pipe that was for sure.

"I only remember half of it, but it turns out I am a great karaoke singer even six drinks in," Jesse grinned, "I woke up this morning with Benji pouring water over my head on his front lawn."

Becca couldn't help but laugh at the mental image of Jesse passed out on Benji's lawn, legs and arms sprawled out amongst the plush green grass of late August, with Benji dousing him with the hose.

"And? Did you ever figure out how you got there?" Becca said through her laughter. Jesse looked put out at her laughter at his expense.

"I think Donald dropped me off at Benji's and Benji never took me inside," Jesse's grin got a hint of devilish glint. "I have my revenge all plotted out for this act against the bro-code."

With that simple conversation out of the way, they had two hours making their plans for the first day back at Barden- which is where her dress came into play. She wanted to dazzle Jesse without jumping into bed with him in order to mark her territory against the females of Barden- yeah, she saw the drool of other females that erupted out of the corner of their mouths after all of Jesse's performances on stage. Perhaps a simple reminder that she was not all scary earspike, dark eye liner, and combat boots was all that Jesse needed to begin their second year together at Barden; this time hopefully as more than simply friends.

Authors Note:

Hello all! I wanted to give my introduction to my story and hope to hear back from you all. I have been plotting this story for a while because I love my Jesse/Becca ship. Where are all my fellow shippers at? Give me some feedback. The much longer chapter will be up in a few days- perhaps even shorter if I like what I hear about Becca's character.