Popping open the new bottle of wine, Beca poured herself a glass. She stood in front of a full length mirror, her phone raised to snap some pictures. She was dressed pink leopard print lingerie, trying to take a sexy photo for her boyfriend.

"My girlfriend just sent me the sexiest photo." She muttered to herself, going back to look at the photo. "Oh, gonna delete that one." She quickly decided on a new angle, taking a quick picture of her cleavage. "Oh, it looks like a butt." Her face scrunches up at this. "My boobs look like a butt?" She ran and found one of Jake's favorite flannels, throwing it on and posing again to take another picture. "Just chillin' in your favorite shirt," She strikes a seductive pose. "And lingerie." After taking a few photos, she decided they had to be deleted. She took around fifteen photos, and none of them were worth it. "Oh boy, nope. Not good at all."

She gives up on the photos, going to the kitchen to cook something instead, and what helps with cooking other than more wine? As she's cutting up her veggies, she tosses the knife around, making a face while holding it by the handle and tossing it up, fumbling around when it flies a little far from her hand. Once she gets everything cooking, she adds a splash of red wine to everything. Things go well until she has to put out a small fire, which leads her to order some chinese food, setting up the romantic dinner on the coffee table. Jake was going to be home soon, and she wanted this to be special. She laid on the couch and waited. Around twenty minutes later, she had to shake herself awake just as she heard the front door opening. She sat up, a big smile on her face. When she sees some random bimbo attached to her boyfriend's face, her smile drops. They are locked in a heated kiss, so heated they don't notice her in the room as they take their makeout session to the dining room table, knocking glasses and papers on the floor. Beca, not knowing what to do, glances around. She then decides she should put on some different clothes, and as she makes her way to the bedroom, Jake finally notices her.

"Beca! When did you get here?" He pants, not moving from his place on top of the girl. Beca doesn't answer, instead, going into the bedroom and throwing on some sweat pants. When she comes back out, Jake and the girl are now seated in the living room.

"Oh, I've been here the whole time, but please! Don't let me get in the way of your fun, what kind of girlfriend would I be to do that?" Her voice heavy with sarcasm, she grumbles when Jake leads her to sit next to the girl.

"I mean, was i cheating on you," Beca looks over at the girl and scrunches her nose before looking back to him. "Yes… Maybe." He pauses, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "God, I'm such an asshole. And I know it." He moves forward and sits on the coffee table in front of Beca. "Do you think i like being like this? I need… validation, all the time, It's pathetic." He locks eyes with her, a very sincere look in his eyes. Makes Beca want to forgive him. "And i think that's something you can work on." Nevermind. She sits for a minute, her face shriveled with disgust. She opens her mouth to talk, clicking her tongue before speaking.

"Yeah, this is super fucked." she wraps her arms around herself as Jake straightens up.

"But," He looks at the girl next to Beca. "Maybe," The girls hand grazes along Beca's thigh softly. "It's a new beginning." Beca's eyes widen, shock filling her system, as well as pain.

"Oh wow." She looks down at the hand, reaching over and removing it from her leg. "I like your nail polish." She quietly comments as she makes her way to stand. "I'm just gonna grab this little fella." Grabbing the half full bottle of wine, she stands the rest of the way up and makes her way to the front door. As she walks out, she can't help but think of some way to hurt him the way he hurt her. As she leaves Jake calls out to her.

"This is what I'm talking about Beca," She ignores him, walking to the porch steps. "You have no sense of adventure!" She finally turns around, noting the look of smugness and excitement on his face. He thinks he won. Before leaving his house, she throws the wine bottle as hard as she can, hitting him directly in the forehead.