A/N: Hello Ladies and Jecamen, this is what you have notbeen waiting for. This is just a mini-celebration chapter for all those who wanted it to be continued. Real summary will come up soon, and my deathbed will be awaiting me. Yay it's not being deleted! *Cough* *Cough*.
The day had been so predictable.
It was painfully boring. As usual. Beca knew how many kids had always dreamt of reaching their senior years to rule the school and attend that ridiculous event called 'prom'. For her, it was just the final year of torture before LA would finally become a reality and she would no longer have to stay in Atlanta. But for now, she'd have to get past the hordes of examinations, devilish teachers, snobbish sorority girls and the perverted players of her grade. And him. Yep, him was the one, the only, moron of Grade 12, Jesse Swanson. Why did she have to bump into him of all people?
Apparently, he was the jock, the brains and the pop star all rolled into one. According to Chloe. Chloe was the kind of girl you'd expect Jesse to date. She was bubbly (even more bubbly than him, which was practically impossible, extremely optimistic, overly enthusiastic and annoyingly friendly. And the red hair. It seemed as if all redheads were always so cheerful and as radiant as their hair. And the hair made it much easier for her to recognise Chloe in the crowd, and make a quick and sneaky escape. How they met... well, it was certainly in a much less unfortunate circumstance than how she met Jesse. It was lunch, and as all lunches went, the popular girls and guys were in their cliques, leaving the misfits in their ragtag bunches. So, being the darling Chloe was to everyone, she invited Beca over to her table.
"Mitchell! Over here!" a high pitch voice yelled from across the cafeteria.
Beca stopped in her tracks. What? The only people who knew her name were those in her English class, and this high-pitched voice was most definitely not present. She turned around, frowning at the voice. There, in the corner of the cafeteria was a redhead, and a group of other people. There was a tall leggy brunette, an Indian guy with hippie glasses, a tiny Asian that looked like one of those Kimmi dolls, an overweight blonde and the magician from English. The redhead exuberantly waved her over, the bench almost rocking with her enthusiasm, and her juice was on the brink of falling over. Noticing the stares from the onlookers Beca decided to join them, just to save herself from the unnecessary embarrassment.
The ginger began clapping her hands energetically and introducing each of the others whilst nodding her head so quickly that it made Beca dizzy following its movements.
"Hi! I'm Chloe. This is Stacie, Donald - "
"Woah, woah! Stop. First, how do you know my name? And second why did you call me over here anyway? I was having a wonderful time until you shouted out my name," Beca glared at the bubbling pot of happiness, tapping her foot impatiently.
The brunette named Stacie smiled. "I like her already."
Nameless Blondie studied Beca intently, before coming to the conclusion, "Yep, she's got that fat-titude."
"Dude!" Beca raised her eyebrow at Chloe, "How the heck do you know my name?"
"You know..." there was a sly grin on her face, "Dr. Mitchell, says 'my daughter, Beca Mitchell', a lot. And we saw in last year's yearbook that Beca Mitchell looked strikingly like you."
"I'm gonna kill him..." Beca grumbled.
"Oh well!" Chloe clapped her hands again, that stupid grin on her face, "Have a seat!"
"Okay..."
Well this ragtag bunch of misfits didn't seem too dangerous. The lunch was actually quite enjoyable. Their characters were all so different, yet they all got along so well with each other. There was Stacie, 'our sex queen, lost her virginity at thirteen', Donald, 'the Raptor, got suspended for humping a tree and party guy', Lily, 'Asian assassin, got expelled for throwing knives' (Okay, she sounded a little dangerous), Fat Amy (What kind of name was that?), 'the Aussie fat power of the group, Tasmanian Tiger and mermaid dancer' and Benji, 'the magic fanatic, got stuck for three days in a cold dark box with no food and water'. And there was Chloe, Miss Sunshine. There were stories of their childhood that had Beca snorting, and jokes that had her rolling her eyes, so the lunch seemed quite decent. Until this came up.
"Hey, I saw you with Jesse Swanson this morning..." Beni piped up, beaming.
"No... no, not him again..." Beca groaned, cringing from the memory.
"Oh my god!" Stacie gaped at Beca in horror, "You are getting a piece of that man candy, aren't ya?"
"No! Ew... Totally... Gross..."
Now it was Fat Amy's turn to gape.
"Do you even know who he is?!"
Beca frowned at them. There was something going on... Who was Jesse? Surely he couldn't be that important...
"He is the hottest guy in the school with a Kelly Clarkson vocal range, Zac Efron body and Einstein brains! What more can you possibly wish for?!" Chloe squeaked.
No wonder his chest was so hard when she hit it, and how he answered everything correctly in English. Oh god.
"I didn't know that, and there is no way I'm getting near him. I'm forced to sit with him in English. It's really annoying actually."
"You are insane, girl..." Donald leaned closer, "I have tried to take all the girls in this school, but all of them keep getting' away! Jesse Swanson takes 'em all without even trying."
"You play Truth or Dare? 'Coz, I got the perfect dare, unless you aren't game enough. Yeah?" Fat Amy did a Cheshire Cat grin, her hands clasped together, eyes penetrating Beca's.
There was no way she was going to let these people get the better of her. Even if the dare did involve something ridiculous... it couldn't be that bad. Beca the badass is the queen of dares, and in her seventeen years of existence, no-one had gotten the better of her in Truth or Dare. And she wasn't going to stop now.
"Sure, give me your worst. I've got a perfect dare streak." Beca smirked at the blonde.
"Y'know Jesse, yeah? You gotta kiss him. If you do, you keep your streak. If you don't you break it and lose your chance with Swanson. Fair?"
Beca gaped at her. Of course. Of course. Everything had to do with Jesse Swanson. Should she forfeit now or do the one thing she will regret for the rest of her life? She bit her lip as five pairs of eyes stared at her, awaiting her response.
A/N: Hi again. I didn't edit. If there are errors, tell me, so I can correct them. Should she agree to the dare? And I think the title should become Truth or Dare. Give me your opinions. Now. Wait, wait, sorry ... I meant can you please give me your opinions. Okay, let's all celebrate with wine. *Glug* *Glug*. Y'know... wha... feelin... sorta... dizzy... up... *faints*.
