A/N: I am back with another horrible chapter. Thanks all for reviewing, following and favouriting. I really don't deserve it.

Disclaimer: I forgot all about it, but I don't own anything. (I REALLY WANT THOSE DJ SKILLS, BECA!)


"Okay, I'm in."

Beca regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth. What was she thinking? Kiss Jesse Swanson, a dude she had never met, but was apparently king of the school? If he was as amazing (Chloe's words not hers) as they had said, he would have hordes of drooling fangirls, armies of jock buddies and the inevitable girlfriend. She was not a relationship-wrecker, no, she was far from that. Ever since that fateful day five years ago, she never wanted anything to do with relationships, after she got the brunt of the blow of the divorce.

It was hard. The parents that were supposed to care, love and support her every step of the way spent most of their time quarrelling, and ignoring her. And it was all that blonde bimbo's fault. Only a year before that, everything was happy and normal, and she had the typical life of an eleven-year old girl. But after Sheila came into the picture, Beca's world flipped. Her father had met Sheila at some literature convention, and immediately hit it off. The relationship had gone for several months before Beca's mother found his love letter to Sheila. Sheila the relationship-wrecker. Sheila the woman behind all Beca's trust issues. So no, Beca was not going there. Even if she hated this guy, she didn't want to cause anything between him and his girlfriend.

"Goodie, goodie gumdrops!" Chloe squeaked, her hands rubbing so hard together, Beca could have sworn she saw sparks of sunshine and rainbows fly off from the excessive friction, "Now, we can finally get Jesse Swanson to dump Aubrey's ass!"

Aubrey... Aubrey Posen? Oh crap. The only other asshat in the school apart from Jesse was Aubrey Posen. Beca may not have noticed the social status of many people (hell, she didn't even know many people, other than her teachers), but she knew Aubrey Posen. Cheer-captain, prom queen, singing sensation, model and Van Gogh of high school. No. She knew she couldn't do it. Aubrey was too hard to lure away, once she had gotten her target. And she had already wanted nothing to do with relationships. What if this little dare with the Jesse Swanson turn into something much larger and more complicated?

"Oh my god! Water! Water! Someone! Water!" Stacie shrieked, snapping Beca out of her daze, her arms flailing as she collapsed onto the bench, "Jesse Swanson... Swanson..." and she passed out, still smiling.

Beni looked up from his magic manual. His eyes widened with realisation as he pointed vigorously at the cafeteria doors. Beca turned to the direction of Benji's shaking hand. The rest of the school had automatically quietened down, the loud chatters dropping to hushed whispers so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The doors swung open, and there, standing in all his glory (she did not think that), was the one, the only, asshat, Jesse Swanson. And on his arm was his bitchy girlfriend, Aubrey Posen.

"Hello, Barden!" a low, sexy voice resounded over the quiet cafeteria.

Almost immediately were desperate cries to lure Jesse over to their table, and the pandemonium increased to an unbelievable level. And of course, Beca, being one for quiet and darkness, stuck her earphones in her ears and stalked out, away from the chaos. This mission was going to be impossible.


How could she have not noticed? In English, the continual ogling, in the hallways, more ogling, and there were always hordes of people crowded around his locker. If she couldn't do the dare, she'd break her dare streak . And in the cafeteria, if he could elicit that response every time he arrived there with his new, super-hot girlfriend, how could she not hear the noise (totally nothing to do with earphones set to max volume)? And Aubrey, why did Chloe always seem so eager to insult her? Even if Beca didn't exactly care about Chloe, it was sort of nice having friends, and if she turned the dare down, the looks of betrayal from her new-found acquaintance (maybe, friends...) would probably be too much. So, yeah, she had to do it. At least she didn't have a time limit. They always made things worse. So, she had the rest of the year to do this stupid dare. Ugh.

The period bell blasted through the speakers (even louder than her music, which is pretty loud when you think about it). Oh crap. Oh crap. English. English of all subjects there could possibly be at the end of the day. And you know what that meant. Jesse Swanson. The asshat.

"Hey, Beca! Elfy!"

Here we go again, Beca thought miserably, as Jesse caught up with her. He could be the king for all she cared, but she didn't want anything to do with him. The sooner she got this dare out of the way, the better.

"Dwarf! Weirdo!"

She cast an annoyed sideways glance at him and continued walking.

"Fairy?"

Nope. She wasn't going to answer.

"Baby?"

Sorry dude. Won't give you the pleasure of -

"Like baby, baby, baby, oh... I thought you would always be mine, mine. "

That's it.

"Dude. Shut up!" Beca whirled around, fury evident in her eyes, the icy blue piercing a hole in his head.

Jesse watched her for a few moments and shrugged triumphantly.

"Knew you'd love my singing."

"I don't! It's a combination of a dying cat and a frog with a cold!"

Okay. Beca did think it was okay (meaning, beyond amazing). But it was wrong. Really wrong. He had Aubrey. She had... stuff it.

"Don't lie."

"Anyways, aren't you supposed to be singing that song to your stuck-up girlfriend?"

He paused for a moment, very un-Jesse-like.

"We've hit a rough patch."

Oh. Beca's mind swirled with thoughts of how to fulfil the dare. If he was in the difficult about-to-break-up stage, this might be her chance to finally get the dare over and done with. But that would spark rumours. How she hated rumours. Somewhere private, possibly. Maybe at her house? Dammit, Jesse Swanson wouldn't go to her rat's nest of a home. His house would probably be like Buckingham Palace. Enormous. Really fancy. And a far cry from her house. She knew she was way out of his league. She might as well give up already.

"Oh? Okay."

"Yeah, she's being a bitch and all, you know?"

She was stunned. Why would he ask her this? The full of relationship trust issues person? Probably because he didn't know anything about her. No-one did.

Beca responded with a short laugh, "No, I don't know."

"You've got a pretty laugh."

Dammit. What had she gotten herself into now?! Noticing the classroom a few metres ahead, she dashed through it and scrambled into her seat, her heart thudding with questions. Why would he tell her this? Why would he say that to a person both vertically and socially challenged? Shouldn't he be talking and flirting with someone in the top social circle like one of Aubrey's fake bitchy bodyguards? The unanswered questions continued disturbing her throughout English that she didn't notice Jesse Swanson slipping a note into her bag.

When she briskly stumbled out of class, she collided into the lockers opposite, the force knocking all the books from her tiny shaking hands. Goddamn Swanson. Beca bent down to gather them up, only to find a pair of strong warm hands beating her to it. Tentatively, she snatched the books and looked up at her saviour. A familiar pair of amused eyes gazed back at her. Jesse. Swanson.

"I think you should check your bag when you get home," the low mesmerising husky voice whispered.

Jesse waved and smiled at her as he exited through the school gate. What was he talking about? Beca fumbled through her bag, groping at the chaotic disarray of items within. Her hand came into contact with a small piece of paper, and she pulled it out, eyes curious.

Hello Elfy!

Here's my number... ##-###-###-###.

- J. Swanson

Beca nearly dropped the note. Jesse giving her his phone number? The most popular guy giving the socially awkward misfit his phone number?! He had to be kidding her. Maybe this was a prank. It had to be a prank.

Then, she felt her phone vibrating in the depths of her pockets. Please, please, don't be Swanson. No... She bit her lip as she stared at the message. Her hand was shaking so much that it felt completely numb.

Hey Elf. I got your phone number. Did you get my note? 😃😃😃😃

Oh Crap.


A/N: Reviewing would make be feel better. I have to restart my 'You Promised' to change the storyline because everyone wants it to be happy. So, don't expect any updates for another week. And the song I used is everybody's favourite ... 'BABY' by Justin Bieber. No, no, don't kill me. I am too young to die.

Cheers,

LeYoYo