Chapter 1
Beca's POV I'm walking down the street with my headphones in. I take a sip of my juice pouch and squint against the sun. Why are people so damn freaked out because of sun!? Everyone is acting like they've never seen it before. I mean c'mon, its barely 68 °F and everybody is wearing hot-pants and tops. Guys…Really? Not that I would mind wearing hot-pants right now. If I'd be honest, I would love to, because when the sun is burning permanently and you are wearing skintight-jeans and a sweatshirt… Not that great. But I can't. Everyone could see my bruises and that is probably the last thing I need right now. Lost in my thoughts I stop walking, close my eyes and feel down my arms to a big purple bruise. I wince in pain. Why? This is so unfair. Why did this have to happen to me? Under the loud beat of my headphones I could make out another noise. It's getting louder. A bell. A bicycle bell… Shit! I open my eyes and try to step aside. But it's already too late.
I fall to the ground when a bike hits me hard. I totally black out for a few seconds. When I open my eyes I can see a boy, who is bent over me, a worried look on his face. "Hey, are you okay!? Gosh, I am sooo sorry! Hello?" I just stare into his eyes. His very beautiful chocolate brown eyes. 'God! Beca, get your shit together!' I think. When he tries to sit me up he acciedently touches my bruises and I wince in pain once again. He looks at me hesitantly. Then he doesn't stop to apologise. He tries again to help me up, but I just glance at him and snapp a "Don't you touche me." In his direction. Of course he doesn't listen to me.
"Please! I am fine. You can go! I can handle it by myself…" I say angrily. I mean really, who is he to act like that, I don't even know him. "I was just trying to help." He says quietly. "I don't need your help, you're not my boyfriend!" I say and to make it even worse he chuckles. "What is so funny?!" I say with a little panic in my voice. "Of course I am not. I barely know you. But if I try to help a person, which I just crushed into, I swear it isn't a proposal." He smirked, obviously he think he's funny. I simply raise an eyebrow at him and say "Fine. Whatever. I think I am good. You should go now." And to reaffirm my words I stand up. But I immediately fall back to the ground as a huge pain sends chills up and down my left leg. Fuck.
"Oh my god. Are you still sure you can make this on your own?!" He says with a dash of sarcasm in his voice. "I don't think so. I'm going to take you to a hospital." He continues. 'NO' I think. 'NO WAY!' I don't want into a hospital. There is no way, the doctors wouldn't question my dented body. "No," I say with gritted teeth "I don't want a hospital." "But-" he protestes but the glance I give him cuts him off. "You can walk me home though." I say, because I know he wouldn't give up until he can help me somehow. I hope I wont regret this.
I try to stand up but it doesn't work. He looks at me and asks awkwardly "May I…" as he puts his hands around me and picks me up, to carry me home. I am a little startled but decide not to say anything, because I know I can't make it home on my own. I tell him my adress and he carries me the whole way. I don't even know where he left his bike, but he said he would care about that later. I catch myself buried in his chest, his really hard chest, and enjoying his scent maybe a little too much. But holy shit. He smells amazing. What is that? Maybe… No I can't make it out. 'Oww Beca. STOP it!' I look up at him and see him smirk. "Now, since you obviously cant get enough of my t-shirt and enjoying this trip how you do, you can maybe tell me your name…Please? I am Jesse." He says. What?! Oh my god. He is definitely such a dork. "I am what? No way! You are such a dork!" I say and I get a little shaked as his chest chuckles once again. We are in an awkward silence when I suddenly whisper "Beca. My name is Beca." He smiles.