Another Chance
AN: This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, and it just decided to come out. I can only wish that I owned anything more than my stories.
"Jesse?" Beca knocked on his door, trying to calm her nerves and prepare herself to see him again. "Jesse I know you're in there, I can smell popcorn." Nothing. He was ignoring her…and it hurt. When did she become this girl? She knew she had hurt him, but she also knew she had to keep trying to make it right despite the hurt. "C'mon Jesse, open up." One last attempt.
With a sigh she turned to walk away, a tear sliding down her cheek. After barely making it five feet, she furiously wiped her eyes and banged her head against the wall. "Shit! What the hell is wrong with me?" The tears were falling heavily now and there was no sign of them stopping any time soon.
Beca wasn't this girl. Actually, she hated these girls, the ones who cried for boys who didn't want them…especially when the reason had to do with them hurting the guys in the first place. Sinking to the ground, she continued to cry as she hit her head against the wall, trying to understand what the hell was going on with her.
"What are you doing…Beca?! Bec are you alright?" She turned her head and saw him. Jesse. The tears just continued to fall and she tried to stand up to get away. She didn't want to be this person. She didn't make it though, her energy was completely going to the sobs escaping her, and she sunk back down to the ground, burying her head in her hands.
"Nno…not okay…" She gasped out between sobs, wishing she was stronger than she was right now. Turning her head she saw him sitting next to her now, a very worried look on his face.
"Jesse…I'm sorry. Please, I'm so sorry, I-"
"Shhh Beca. Calm down first, and then we'll talk okay?" He wanted to hold her but he knew she wouldn't want that. She had made it perfectly clear that she didn't want or need him, so it came as a massive surprise when she hugged him, bawling her eyes out as they sat there in the hallway. What the hell? Wow…something must really be wrong…
The battle in his mind lasted only a moment, and then his arms were wrapped around her, waiting for her to calm down. This situation was scaring the crap out of him though. What happened to her? Why was she here?
It took a few minutes, but the tears stopped and she raised her eyes to look at him, her face pale. Now that he could see her, he knew she wasn't doing well. She looked so tired, so broken. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked like she hadn't slept once in the two weeks since he had last seen her.
As she pulled away she tried to speak again, her voice sounding smaller than he had ever heard it. "Jesse I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I yelled at you. God I'm so sorry. I-"
He really couldn't help the anger that came to him then. If he had been thinking about it, or less hurt, he would have let her finish…as it was he was pissed off, and broken himself. "You think I'm mad because you yelled at me?" His eyes were hard, trying to protect himself from more hurt.
"No, I know-" Her voice was shaking again, the tears threatening to spill over again as he interrupted her.
"No, you don't know. You think you know, but you don't." He stood up then, walking back to his room as she began crying again. He couldn't deal with this. He couldn't sit here and pretend he was fine being her friend, or ignoring how much he felt for her. She didn't see it, and he just couldn't do it anymore.
He tried to ignore the sobs he heard coming from behind him, tried ignoring the gasped "sorrys" that just kept coming. What he couldn't ignore though, was the mumbled "Please…please Jess…I love you." That could only be barely made out with her head between her knees.
Spinning around he gasped, really looking at her for the first time since he walked into the hallway. This was barely Beca. Gone was the spitfire girl with the comebacks and the sarcasm. Gone was the girl who had all the walls built to protect her. In front of him was a broken girl who was pouring her heart out in his hallway, and it shook him to his core.
Her crying only came harder, breaths coming in broken gasps as she was fighting for air. She had tried, and failed and now she was more shattered than before, and she couldn't take it anymore. Everything she had grown to care about was gone, and it was her fault.
"What was that?" Her head snapped up and stared into his eyes. Gone was the anger and resentment. Instead there was hope, and joy. He knelt in front of her and grasped her chin softly, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Beca, what did you just say?" It gave her back a little of that hope and she took a deep breath, fighting to find her voice again.
"I…I love you. I have for a while, but I…I couldn't. I'm scared, damaged, and I have a lot of baggage." She tried to turn her face away but he gently forced her to keep looking at him, wanting to hear everything she was saying. "I tried to push you away but I can't do it anymore. I love you too much."
More tears were coming as she scanned his face, waiting for a response. He had let her go as she finished, but said nothing. She tried to see anything that might give her a clue, but all she got was shock.
Anguish froze her heart and she quickly stood up and ran. She was running from the situation, from this boy who had a hold on her heart. It all just hurt too much.
She made it to the end of the hall before his hand grabbed hers and spun her around, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Beca," He whispered into her hair, joy echoing through his voice. "Beca I love you too."
He tilted her face up again, his eyes shining with the love he felt for her as he leaned in to capture her lips in a soft kiss. A feeling of electricity surging through them both as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he gripped her waist just a little tighter.
They embraced for a few minutes, pouring all of their emotions into the kiss, healing the hurts and confusion of the last few weeks. Air was a necessity they couldn't ignore forever though, and as they broke apart he trailed his kiss up to her ear.
"Bec, you're perfect. I know you are scared, and you have baggage, but you're also mine. Please don't shut me out again." He kissed her neck gently, smiling at how she held him just that much tighter. "I love you so much, and I really don't think I could handle you closing off again now that I know you feel the same way."
With a shiver, she smiled against his chest, basking in the feel of his arms wrapped around her. "Aubrey's going to be so pissed," her smile grew wider as he looked at her confused, "Bellas aren't allowed to hook up with Trebles…ever. It's an oath." She grinned as his eyes glazed over, lust darkening his eyes.
"She'll just have to deal with it." He said huskily, crashing his lips to hers and carrying her back down the hall to his room.
So what did you think? This has been running rampant in my head for a while, and I just couldn't take it anymore.
