A/N: What a quick update. I want to say a quick thank you for the suggestions on this chapter, you guys have some juicy ideas that I actually really love. Once again though, if you have any ideas (small or big), feel free to leave them in the reviews. They are much obliged x. Special shout-outs to the following reviewers; TooLazyToLogIn, BeChloeIsLegit, ale0488, and becamitchel

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I don't proofread well. All errors are mine!


Why was she mad? Beca had no clue. But her small legs were striding with a great pace from the gym. You wouldn't believe her if she told you that she just saw the star quarterback sucking face with some other meathead under the bleachers. And though she knew she had, more or less, no right to be upset, she felt a twinge in her chest. Her jaw adjusted as she continued looking for a specific person. It finally struck her that there was a possibility Benji wouldn't be leaving until a few hours after school today, so she settled for waiting in the parking lot to cool down. She would be lying if she said she wasn't on edge, or nervous. She didn't know how she felt exactly, but she knew she was antsy. The evidence being that her leg would not stop bouncing while she sat on a rock.

She waited a solid hour and a half before the football team began to file out of the school gates. She stood up abruptly, scanning the faces for the nerdy boy, her best friend. Once she found him, she waved him over, calling out his name once, followed by a loud 'yo fuck-face'. That surely got his attention.

"Hey, Bec." She looked him over once, noticing he didn't seem fatigued at all from practice. He was, after all, just the water boy. But he didn't look... good. His eyes seemed tired, puffy, and sore. Though it wasn't a shocker that Benji doesn't usually sleep well, he sported a different type of exhaustion today. Lines creased his face in an unfamiliar way. It made Beca shift uncomfortably.

"Hey Benji. Listen I," She let out a breath of air before running her tongue over the front of her teeth.

"I don't think we should do this anymore." She couldn't look at him, not properly. Her eyes were every where except his own, and she just didn't have the strength to see his reaction. She knew how much this meant to him, and maybe it was a bit selfish of her to back out. But there came a point in all of this where the brunette began to question whether or not this meant anything to her anymore. If it's just hurting her, hurting her closest friend, and possibly hurting her new friend.

"It sounds like you're breaking up with me." He narrowed his eyes playfully, his tone seeming a bit sad with a tad of comedy. Leave it to Benji to say something that makes Beca chuckle during her weird internal battle. She sighed.

"I don't know how things are going on your end, but this whole thing has just-" With a head shake, she exhaled through her nose roughly. "It's not doing any good on my part. I ca-It's just, hard to explain." The ending of her sentence sounded more like a question rather than a statement, but her friend nodded nonetheless. There was a short moment of silence that almost killed Beca, but it was cut soon enough.

"It's okay Bec, I can see where you're coming from." She finally met his eyes, and yes they were tired, but they were full of sincerity and understanding.


Beca sipped her coffee as she looked to her left. Benji's mood completely changed as the duo sat in their respective swings. The park was still their safe haven, it was still theirs. And though the thought was a nice one, it was quickly replaced with a weird tightening in her chest as soon as she heard her friend speak.

"So what's the real reason you wanted to end it?" Her eyes gazed at his shoes which were kicking the sand below them. She then settled her eyes on the blue sky. With another quick sip, she exhaled softly.

"IsawJesseSwansonkissingaguyunderthebleacherswhenIwascomingtoaskyouaboutgettingcoffee." She rushed out. It was partially the truth, maybe about forty percent the over all reason. And before she stumbled upon the scene, she was feeling bad about well, taking a bite out of her friend's cookie. For a moment, she contemplated spilling her guts completely, but the long silence between them unsettled her. She whipped her head to the side, staring at the scruffy haired boy, awaiting any form of expression. His eyes were at his feet as he swung slightly, and his brows were furrowed.

"I guess I'd prefer to try and-I don't know, move on?" The brunette shook her head, using the heel of her palm to wipe her nose. She heard a long shaky sigh from her friend, and her heart broke at the sound. He's upset. He's totally and utterly upset with her, and she just knows it's because all of his hard work would be for nothing. Feeling guilty, she downed the rest of her coffee, seeing if she could choke on it right about now. But she didn't. There was a long pause between the two before Benji spoke, and it was almost too quiet to hear, but she heard it as clear as day.

"We're bestfriends, right?" Beca scoffed playfully, lunging her weight towards the curly haired boy. She nudged him with her own swing, smiling gently at the side of his head.

"Of course we are."

He nodded to himself, his eyes still low and concentrated on the ground. Benji shifted suddenly, looking at Beca with a sad, but intense stare. Her slender fingers gripped the metal ropes on her swing. Looking at her friend like this not only made her feel guilty, but it also made her feel sad that she's the cause of this demeanor he's sporting. The brunette swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I saw you almost kiss Chloe at the rally," Beca's eyes widened as she instantly shot into defense mode.

"Benj, it's not what you-"

"Ah-Ah-Ah." He raised a finger at the shorter girl, as if he was scolding a toddler for interrupting him. She puffed her cheeks before biting her teeth together. The nerdy boy exhaled while he pushed himself a bit, the swing rocking back and forth. He stopped abruptly, beginning to scratch at the top of his head with one of his hands.

"And after that, I-I guess I confided in Jesse considering we'd been getting-" He choked on his words for a moment before continuing. "-closer." She's gotta admit, her bestfriend is quite the weirdo. But he's acting weird. She has a feeling she's not gonna like what she hears, he is only ever this hesitant when he thinks he's going to hurt her. And right now, he's being really hesitant.

"Jess and I, we-" He sighed and then sucked in his upper lip. Beca shuddered at his humorless laugh, watching as he nodded a few times. His hands raised as his mouth hung agape, a few incoherent noises making their way out before he finished his sentence. "kissed." The once raised hands dropped to his knees, the loud slap making Beca flinch.

Her brain was overworking itself, finding it hard to think at that very moment. He kissed Jesse? The brunette's lips were parted in confusion and shock, but she didn't seem mad. And that's because, she really wasn't. Come to think of it, the other 'meathead', though she could only see the back of him while he was attached to Jesse, kind of resembled... Benji. A certain realization struck her.

"You took a bite of my cookie," She grinned brightly at the boy beside her. "You took two bites of my cookie."