Okay so first off I have to deeply apologize for not updating as soon as many of you wanted. I'm finishing off junior year and with finals, APs, and starting the college search, I had little to no time to do anything else. Don't worry, I am going to finish this story and my others but I didn't want to ignore how MIA I have been over the last few weeks. Thank you to those who have stuck with me and I really hope you like this chapter and a new chapter for UADOYM is coming soon.

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If only the class was larger, she wouldn't have been paired with Jesse. What was the chance there would be no other last name that alphabetically fit between Mitchell and Swanson? It was just her luck. I mean...c'mon.

While all the other students grouped together, talking to their friends animatedly whilst passing around the assignments, Beca, on the other hand, tried her hardest to blend into her seat, sinking lower and lower with every possible second. Even though it was no use trying to hide her face behind her hair or pretend to be furiously looking for something in her bag, it didn't hurt to try. Jesse was already scanning the room for he wouldn't see her. Maybe she would just be able to slip right out of the...her sentence was cut off when he saw her, ceasing any thoughts of escape routes.

"Becs," he called, his hand raised in greeting, "We're partners." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, choosing, instead, to stare intently at the assignment. In pairs the older students were assigned to help some of the younger students in the junior showcase prepare for their opening night. It seemed easy enough, a break from their normal mountainous workload. The one problem was...well...Beca wasn't known to be exactly 'good' with kids.

When she was babysitting the little girl next door a few months ago, cooking pasta and quelling the girl's requests to play dress up, she almost, by accident, set the entire house on fire. It was on accident, promise. It all started because Beca had no desire to put that itchy, Elsa wig back on. She would've died right then and there if anyone saw her, pushing the white, wiry hair away from her face. So, she was able to get the little girl to sit still for a few minutes while she put on the water for some pasta. Beca never really liked to babysit, but it was for a good cause because after hours of babysitting and countless hours of listening to Frozen, she would have enough money saved up to buy a new piece of software. And even if she would never admit it to anyone, dead or alive, Beca Mitchell was pretty proud that she was able to hit all the notes in "Let It Go." Given, she would never tell anyone she knew the words by heart.

Despite how she was sometimes able to tame the girl, Maddie, as she was called, other times she didn't do so great of a job. Back to the story...she was cooking pasta, and back at home, Beca never really cooked. Her microwave saved her countless times from pulling out an ice pop and calling it dinner. The chinese food take out place near her house was the only number she had on speed dial. As you could tell, Beca couldn't cook to save her life. How would she know gas stoves were different from the electric stove she had at home. It wasn't like she was the type of person to study up on the ins and outs of kitchen appliances.

She didn't know the tissue box was right next to the stove. A recipe for disaster, a tissue, blowing from the ceiling fan contacted the fire, caused a slight commotion. It was a good thing Maddie was so engrossed in the movie that she hardly realized Beca had just thrown a burning tissue into the sink, dousing it with water before sighing heavily.

All she could say was, it was a good thing Maddie didn't see the incident or else Maddie's mother would've given her the death stare every time she went out to get the mail or take out the trash.

She doubted Jesse would be any better with children. He was egotistical and altogether quite obnoxious. Sure, she might take a peek everytime he took off his shirt by the lake or catch herself staring at him while he was humming to himself in one of the practice rooms, but that didn't mean he wasn't a pompous ass.

"Beca, earth to Beca," Jesse waved his hand in front of her face, realizing she had completely been consumed by her daydreams, "I know you're excited to be paired with me, but will you cool it down a little, you're starting to draw attention."

"Swanson, really? Do I look excited," Beca put on a poker face, her eyes narrowed and she pressed her lips together. The signature death stare. Beca should really get that patented. With a twinkle in his eyes, Jesse reached out and tickled her side, causing her to bite the insides of her mouth to keep a laugh from escaping.

"I see that smile, Beca," Jesse released her from his grasp, "Don't worry...everyone already knows you're a softie." Turning on his heel, Jesse started to walk towards the lake, waving out to the group of young campers. Huffing to herself, she ran after him until her own strides matched his own.

There was a slight breeze but truly it was a wonderful day to be outside. The group of kids were sitting together on a blanket with a portable speaker blasting some pop song that sounded just like irritating noise to Beca. It was going to be a long day.

The five campers circled Jesse as they made their way towards them, one of them turning off the music. Before Beca could even introduce herself, she was attached with a hug by one of the young girls.

"You're Beca Mitchell," the girl pointed straight at her, almost as if stating a fact, "I know you, but you don't know me." Jesse raised his eyebrows, watching the young girl as she hopped up onto the nearby rock to gain some more height, although she really didn't need it because Beca was the size of a dwarf. Wiping her hand on her shorts before sticking it out towards Beca, the girl stated, "I'm Mackenzie Steinheart and one day I'm going to sing just like you."

Beca, at first, had opened her mouth in shock at the girl's confidence, before almost smiling at her antics. Sure, she knew she was well known at the camp, but no one never really outright came up to her. They all knew the unspoken rule to never bother her unless she had asked them to do something, they wanted her to help with a track, or if there was dessert in the mess hall.

Jesse nudged her side, whispering in her ear, "You have one hell of a fan." Beca shook Mackenzie's hand, helping her down from the rock, "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm glad you like my music. Do you and your friends mind showing me and Jesse your performance? We're gonna help you today, if you want."

Mackenzie's eyes glowed with delight and she ushered the rest of the kids into their opening poses, motioning to Jesse to turn on the music. It was almost like this girl was a young Tracy Flick from the film, Election, but Beca would never openly admit to Jesse that she had seen the movie. It was in a moment of weakness that she watched the movie, enthralled by the dark humor. It wasn't like she liked it...she was Beca Mitchell, and Beca Mitchell didn't do movies.

Plus, there was no doubt in her mind that Jesse would drone on and on about the production, editing, and of course, the music. And she didn't have enough time in the day to listen to his speeches honoring the great composers of the last century.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the start of a song, blasting from the speakers. At least no one around them seemed to mind the volume, since all the other groups seemed to be blind to the rest of the world, their focus solely on the task at hand. Jesse had taken a seat on the floor, his eyes trailing the kids as they danced to the music with Mackenzie at the forefront. Beca, following his lead, plopped down next to him.

The kids were good, no doubt, but Beca did see some areas for improvement. A movement wasn't in sync or the spacing was a problem. Over the years, working the music for several different shows, Beca had learned more than she would've thought about stage management. Beca was so deep in her thoughts, it was almost if a switch had been turned.

Jesse knew Beca was good, great even. One second she could be joking with him, insulting his choice of song or mirroring his own witty banter, and the next she was just so attuned to her job. It was something pretty amazing, uniquely Beca. When they were younger it almost freaked him out how she could just turn on that music producer side of herself. He was the exact opposite; Jesse blended his own personality with his work. He liked to joke or have small talk while working, always adding his own commentary, but Beca was able to shut out the world and be fully present to the task.

That's what she was doing now, he could tell. Her eyes followed the kids as they moved, mentally noting all the adjustments she saw fit. If he was able to have x-ray vision, he would without a doubt see gears spinning in her head.

"That was great, guys," Beca said as the song faded out, "There really is something to work with here and I'm pretty sure that if we just fix a couple of things, you'll be ready for the performance in no time." Beca went straight to work, popping up from her spot next to him and walking towards the group. Bending down to their level, she spoke to the children, paralleling their own movements before doing her own spin on them. He was so busy watching her, enthralled by her ability to get all the kids to follow her, listen to her, that he didn't notice that he should actually be doing something.

"Hey, weirdo," Beca yelled back at him, her chestnut hair falling to one side of her head as she spun around, "Are you coming or what?"

Jesse almost forget this was Beca, smart-talking, death-staring, movie-hating, Beca. She was the one that he was always up against, the person who always seemed to steal the show. Beca Mitchell was the person that could wind him up with just a single stare, making him feel like he want to wipe that smug smile off her face. Oh god, can she get more annoying?

He tried to push all thoughts about her out of his mind, striding towards the group, without once glancing at Beca. What the hell was this girl doing to him?


I promise to work on another chapter soon but right now, I have to finish the one for UADOYM. See ya soon!