Chapter 7
A/N: To everyone who is leaving reviews asking if this is a Jeca story. It isn't. I've had [Beca x Kommissar] in the summary since the beginning. It is a Becommissar fanfiction.
Beca desperately wanted to lock herself away in her room and feel sorry for herself, but she didn't want Chloe to suspect anything. Not like it matters anymore. She thought bitterly. The redhead was already on high alert, searching for any signs that Beca was up to something. And it seriously pissed her off. Any guilt she felt towards Jesse or the other Bella's dried up the second she'd seen the other girl kissing someone else. She had tried to convince herself that she was guilty, but she could only feel a burning jealousy in the pit of her stomach. She slipped away after practice, heading to the cafe Kommissar had frequently taken her to. She sat in a booth, quietly sipping her coffee and hoping that the blonde would show up. She didn't. Beca returned the next day, still nothing. She told herself she deserved it, and if she really had wanted to be with the woman she wouldn't have ignored her. She felt guilty anyways. Jesse had noticed her change in mood, and decided that a dinner date would make her happier. She was slightly opposed to going with him, knowing what he would want after, but considering the fact that she had semi-cheated, she went along with it. After about an hour of doing her makeup she met him on the hallway and walked with him through the lobby. They'd decided on Italian, since it was her favorite. The restaurant was really fancy. He definitely wanted to get in good with her. She rolled her eyes as he pulled her chair out for her, bowing slightly.
"And who says chivalry is dead?" He said, grinning as he sat across from her. She snorted, picking up a menu.
"Yeah whatever. Dork." She had ordered a fettuccini alfredo, Jesse a soup and spaghetti, and they had finished in under thirty minutes with no alcohol consumption.
"Thanks for dinner," She told him, as he took her hand and led her to the car.
"No problem Becs. It was fun." She glanced at him as he climbed into the passenger seat, her stomach twisting in knots during the drive back to the hotel.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Jesse asked her as they took the stairs up to his room. Beca fidgeted with her hands, not wanting to answer the question.
"Sure," She was happy her voice came out even. Jesse seemed satisfied at this as they stepped out of the elevator and unlocked his door.
"What do you want to watch?" He asked causally, pulling out a few DVDs from his suitcase. Beca grinned as he showed them off.
"You're such a nerd." Jesse laughed, kissing her forehead.
"You love me." Beca felt guilt wash over her as she faked a laugh.
"Just put the movie in," She said, pushing him in he direction of the TV.
"You can sit you know," He said, smiling at her widely as he put a DVD in, walking towards the bed and sitting down. He patted the spot next to him, a shit-eating grin on his face. Beca rolled her eyes and sat down next to him, hoping that whatever movie he put in wouldn't be too terrible.
The movie was terrible and about twenty minutes in, she was already spacey. Jesse was apparently uninterested too, because he had started to make slight moves on her. An "accidental" touch to her thigh, a gentle brush against her chest, which was, once again, an "accident." Beca was so not into it either. But somehow, she ended up pinned beneath him as he pressed sloppy kisses on her chest. He had practically ripped her shirt off, but she had postponed his advanced to get off her bra. She tried to convince herself she wanted this. That she was into it. But she wasn't. Her body simply reacted as it had many other times, similar to these. Jesse had managed to get some of his clothes off,but was mostly focused on how to get her jeans off of her. She tried to help him, mainly because it was pathetic, and because she didn't want to give herself away. Jesse hadn't even noticed her lack of interest, and tried to lessen the amount of clothes. Beca mostly let him, feeling numb and mostly tired of this. She really just wanted to go back to her room and sleep. His hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans, messily trying to grope at her when she decided she'd had enough.
"Jesse, stop." She said, twisting her head away as he tried to connect their lips.
"Jesse," She ground out, not necessarily wanting to shove him off the bed. She wanted this clean and over with, without a fight. Jesse didn't pick up on her hints, and grabbed her, somehow able to get her jeans of her thighs without her assistance. She jumped in surprise, not expecting him to so blatantly ignore her protest. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and tried to jerk them down, harder than he normally would. She jerked back, kicking out at him, managing to push against his chest, getting him off her.
"Stop it!" She shrieked, scrambling up from the bed, pulling her jeans back up and buttoning them with shaky hands. Jesse looked pissed at her, raking his hands through his messy hair.
"What the hell Becs?" She stepped back, trying to find her shirt without openly showing him. The words 'Jesse, you're drunk.' Formed on her lips but wouldn't come out. They hadn't had enough to drink tonight to even get buzzed. She found her shirt discarded on the armchair and grabbed it, pulling it quickly over her head.
"I'm leaving." She snapped. "Thanks for the wonderful night." She assumed her sarcasm would go over his head, but se didn't care at this point. She was too pissed. Jesse crossed the room, standing in front of the door.
"Come on, Becs," Hos voice was pleading, grating on her ears. She felt slight fear twist in her belly but pushed it away. This was Jesse, he wouldn't hurt her.
"Get the hell out of the way." Her voice sounded even and cold, and she desperately hoped he would move. She knew she wasn't strong enough to make him. He stepped back, jerking the door open roughly. Beca stepped out, catching the door before he closed it.
"Needless to say, we're through." She said coldly before she walked down to the lobby, hailing a cab.
