Chapter 2
Beca's POV When we arrive my street I can see my dad's car in the parking lot. "Shit." I mumble under my breath. I know Jesse can hear me and he immediately questions it. "What? What happened? Should I've brought you in a hospital? I knew it-" "No that isn't it. I'm fine. It's just… My dad. Umm… Ah… You know... Uh..." I don't know how I can explain what's wrong without telling him too much. I mean he seems nice but I barely know him. But he seems so… Real. Like I can trust him. But I don't know if it's too early to tell. Maybe I will scare him off…? And it seems like Jesse understands me. I don't need words. Because he says "Oh no. Sorry. It is okay. You don't have to talk about it." And I am so thankful for that.
But there is still one problem. My father. What would he do when he sees Jesse? Carrying me… No way. "Please let me down." I say quickly. Now I am afraid of the pain that should come back in only a few seconds. Jesse hesitates. "Jesse! Please! Let my down" I say again, this time more compelling. He does what I said. My whole body hurts and I need a few seconds to calm down. I can't ignore the huge pain that nearly forces me to break down again. 'Shit. I will have to tell it my dad.' I think and only the imagination makes me tremble. 'Okay Beca. You can do this.' I take a deep breath. Then I look up at Jesse. He returns my gaze. His eyes are so soft when they look at me. I can see concern in it. He cares for me. Maybe he's the only person in the whole world, but he does. What a bummer that it doesn't matter anyway. I can't see him again. And this makes me way sadder than it should. I feel tears filling up my eyes. 'Noo. No. Nonononono. Don't cry.' "Thank you. For everything. Goodbye Jesse." And finally a tear is streaming down my cheek.
He looks shocked. And he seems like he doesn't know what to do. So I simply turn around and try not to show my pain as I limp away. That is when he suddenly grabs my sleeve, I turn around and he looks me deep in the eyes. Then he brings is hand to my cheek and wipes my tears away with his thumb. I try a smile. "What is that all about?" he asks softly. "I-I-I don't know." I stutter. Then I remember my dad and the huge pain in my left leg and I finally pull away. "Okay, I really have to go. I'm sorry." I say. He doesn't seem happy about that. "Okay-" he reply "but… Umm… Maybe we ca… Ugh… Ahhh… Change phone numbers or something…?" He stutters, suddenly looking very awkwardly to his shoes. As he turns his eyes back to mine, I can see him blush a little, his eyes full of hope. "Yea. Sure. Why not?" I mumble and search in my bags, looking something that I can write on. "Here…" I say as I hand him a little piece of paper with my phone number on it. I smile. He smiles. Then I hear someone behind us. Oh no.
"Beca! Where were you?! And who's this! Come home. NOW!" my father says. I fight against the tears, which are building in the back of my eyes. I shoot Jesse one last, apologetic look and make my way over to my father. I wince in pain as he puts an arm around me. He rolls his eyes on me and turns around to Jesse, who's still at the same spot, he hasn't moved yet. "And you! You better make yourself scarce!" he shouts unfriendly. Then he pushes me inside the house. I'm totally scared right now. What is he going to do?