A/N: Hey you awesome nerds! Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! Here's Chapter 3. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, its characters, or any of the songs mentioned.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Beca had run to her car ignoring Jesse's frustrated calls and the Bellas confused ones. She knew that if she could make it to her car she could drive somewhere before Jesse could find her. The only problem was her car wouldn't start. Of course. Climbing out of the car she slammed the door shut and sat on the curb.
Behind her Beca could hear quick footsteps, like someone was running. She put her head in her hands out of frustration as the footsteps became softer until the person sat next to her. Beca didn't look up because she knew who it would be.
Jesse sat next to her on the curb and looked at her afraid he had made her cry. He was silent and Beca didn't make a sound so he knew he was wrong. Beca Mitchell didn't cry. She just didn't want to see him.
"What are you still doing here?" he broke the silence.
Beca sighed and looked up, "My getaway car won't start." Jesse nodded in understanding.
"Beca, tell me exactly why you're mad at me."
"This isn't some therapy session, Swanson! You know why I'm mad at you," Beca glared.
"That may be, but you are going to sit here and tell me exactly why you're upset. And then I will tell you exactly what I will do to fix it. Because after last year, we owe it to ourselves to at least try to fix it," Jesse explained. Beca moved all of her hair to one side, as if to protect her from me, and glared. She was good at that.
"Fine. Jesse Swanson I'm mad at you because we made a bet to see who would win a competition and you cheated. You broke my trust and embarrassed me! You couldn't except that I might win and not have to suffer through those terrible movications you make me watch! You're always controlling me and I'm tired of it!" Beca screamed at him, finally turning to face him.
Jesse nodded processing the information, "Okay, now what's the real reason Becs?" Beca sighed knowing Jesse could see right through her.
"Do you know how many times we've kissed Jesse? Four times. So it obviously very meaningful to me when we kiss and when Donald told me it was just a tactic to you, it hurt. I thought we felt the same way about each other."
"No Beca, you're wrong! I'd never do that. I didn't kiss you so the Trebles could win," Jesse explained.
"Then why did you?" Beca countered.
"I- I don't know. My brain was on auto pilot. I just, I don't know. You want to know what I was thinking when I was running after you?" Beca nodded, " I kept thinking, there goes the most perfect thing in my life. And not only does that girl deserve the perfect apology, she's not going to forgive me until I give her one. So I kept thinking, what's the perfect thing to say. But the only perfect thing I could think of... was you."
Beca broke her gaze from the ground, "I'm not perfect."
"Yeah, to me you are and I could start singing Little Things right here, right now, or I can fix your car and drive you home," Jesse offered.
"You can fix a car?" Beca raised her eyebrows in shock.
"All take that as a "you're forgiven". Now come on Million Dollar Baby," Jesse stood up, dusted himself off, and offered Beca his hand.
"Alright nerd," she took his hand and stood up, but she didn't let go.
"Bella Alert!" Benji called when Beca walked through the front door of the Treble house. Donald put on a shirt, Bumper threw away a bunch of empty beer cans, Uni turned off the TV that no doubt was playing something inappropriate, and Marcus ran down the stairs taking off his shirt.
"Hey I'm Marc-. Oh man! It's just Beca!" Marcus complained.
"Nice to see you too Marcus," Beca laughed.
"Look Beca, no offense, but your taken. I was kind of hoping it would be one of the single girls. Uh listen, Beca," Marcus looked around and motioned to his chest, "could we not tell Jesse about this?"
"Too late!" Jesse called running down the stairs. "Lay of my girl Marcus, and put on a shirt!" he said shaking his head only half kidding. Jesse took Beca's hand and pulled her upstairs glaring at the rest of the Trebles, "Unicycle, what did I you about about watching that stuff when Beca is coming over!"
"Come on nerd," Beca rolled her eyes. When they got to Jesse's room Beca saw his movie collection spread all over his bed, desk, floor, and filling up shelves. "You have a serious problem."
"Leave me alone. I like movies! At least that's my obsession! It could be worse okay! I could like, work at Taco Bell, or be a criminal, or a drug addict, or something! Jeez, just let me be happy!" Jesse complained.
"Hey, I happen to like Taco Bell!" Beca said as she sat down on Jesse's bed after removing the majority of the movies.
"That's all you got out of all that?" Jesse lifted Beca's legs, then sat down putting her legs in his lap.
"Shut up. Hey what was up with the whole "Bella Alert" thing?"
"Oh, I told them to do that." Jesse said and turned on his laptop.
"Why?" Beca changed her position and shut his laptop.
"Because Beca, you're just so... innocent," Jesse told her and opened his laptop again. Only to have Beca close it again.
"Innocent? Me? I'm innocent? How do you figure that?" Beca said motioning to her ear spike and tatoo.
"It's like how you've only kissed me four times and won't let me hold your and in front of people. Or how you cried watching The Breakfast Club. Or how the only time you did something relatively bad like get arrested, was to protect your friends." Jesse explained, once again opening his laptop hoping Beca wouldn't notice. He was of course wrong and she slammed it shut again.
"Okay, it was an accident and I was just in a holding cell for like 40 minutes!"
"See! Innocent! As much as you try to deny it with your bad reputation, you are innocent!" Jesse yelled.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Beca wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Jesse leaned into it and placed his hands on her waist. Beca only finally broke for air. Knowing Jesse would be too stunned to respond she said, "Am not."
"Are too," Marcus called as he walked past Jesse's room smirking.
"Shut up!" Beca yelled after him.
"He's right you know," Donald told Beca as he followed Marcus. Beca punched Jesse.
"Hey! What was that for!" Jesse yelled holding his now bruised arm.
"Not shutting the door!" Beca gathered her stuff and walked out the door, but Jesse knew she wasn't really mad.
After Beca had walked out of the Treble house, she went to Bellas rehearsal. They were preparing for Regionals. Towards the end of their practice Jesse came in asking if he could watch until him and Beca went to lunch. After a lot of arguing and convincing that he wasn't a spy Jesse sat in a chair in the corner of the room listening to his girlfriend sing.
In the last ten minutes of the rehearsal Aubrey was explaining transportation to Regionals when a boy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, that looked to be a freshman, walked through the doors.
"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for someone and I was wondering if you could help me find her?" the mystery boy asks. Beca who was straightening sheet music turned around to face the boy.
"Zachary?" Beca smiled. Then she ran up and hugged him. Hugged him! He picked her up by her waist and spun her around while she laughed.
"Hey beautiful!" he greeted her.
"Hey beatiful! That's all you have to say! What are you doing here?" Beca asked.
"I go here now. I missed you! I didn't want your dad to tell you so I could surprise you! Did it work?" the Bellas took this opportunity to motion Jesse to get over there with his girlfriend.
"Of course it worked! I can't believe you're here! When did you-"
"Hey man, I'm Jesse. Beca's boyfriend. Nice to meet you Zachary," Jesse shook the freshman's hand trying to be polite.
"Oh just call me Zach, man. Only beautiful over here calls me my full name," Zach took Beca's hand and spun her around.
"Well I don't like calling people by their nicknames!" Beca protested by elbowing him. Zachary just put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.
"You call me Jess," Jesse tried to get her attention. He used to like the endearing nickname but he didn't think he would after this little scene. Beca ignored him.
"Why didn't you come see me sooner?" Bec complained.
"Relax! It's only the second week of school beautiful. I was getting settled and thought you would be too," that was the third time Jesse had heard that boy call his girlfriend beautiful.
"How exactly do you know Beca?" Jesse asked. Beca finally seemed to notice he was there.
"So you go by Beca now?" Zach asked Beca. She looked down at the floor noticingly guilty, "Guess it doesn't really matter, you'll always be beautiful to me."
"Yeah um, again. How do you know whatever she may go by?" Jesse motioned to the girl standing next to him, but closer to Zach.
"Jesse maybe we should go-"
"No, I've never gotten to meet any of your old friends," Jesse insisted.
"Freinds?" Zach laughed, though Jesse didn't understand what was funny. "I think we were a bit more than friends! We were-"