He was awake when she fell asleep. He was awake when the buzz of the alcohol wore off. He was awake when she wrapped her arms around his torso. He was really awake when he questioned what the hell he just did. And he was awake right now as Beca was stirring beside him.

He could feel her stretching her arms and legs as he feigned sleep. He heard her yawn as she tried to bury her head into his arm, most likely to hide from the sunlight. He could feel her body stiffen when she realized she wasn't alone in the bed.

"What the fu-" Her voice trailed off.

He could barely hear her mumbling to herself. He could only guess what she was doing. Probably rubbing smudged makeup off her face, trying to run her hands through her knotted hair.

He felt her side of the bed rise. He heard her walking around the room, most likely looking for her things to get out as fast as she could.

It would probably be gentlemanly of him to stop faking his sleep and help her get out of the Treble house unnoticed, maybe even find her a sweatshirt to cover up and make her walk of shame a little less obvious.

But every fiber in his being wouldn't budge because of how his mind was screaming not to make his presence known. So instead he'll lie there quietly, letting his mind race a mile a minute while she'll mull around the room.

What the hell did he do last night? He had never been that guy.

But Beca was addicting, like a drug. And he'd take what he could get.

And he barely knew anything about her. He couldn't even list more than three characteristics about her that didn't have to do with her looks.

"Fucking Aubrey.. wolves... my vocal cords." Jesse did his best not to make a face when he heard Beca's mumbling. Was she still a little tipsy from last night. She did have a lot to drink, and she is a tiny person.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the door shut gently. Jesse's eye lids flew open, only to close quickly when the morning light hit him. He groaned running a hand down his face. Sitting up he looked for his clothes he wore last night. At least Beca didn't have to worry about wearing a costume back to the dorms.

Picking up his shirt he could only be too delighted to see that it was torn. Sighing, he opted to take a shirt from whomever this room belonged to. Jesse pulled on his pants from last night and made his way downstairs.

Jesse had to hold back his disgust when walked into the living room. If he thought Initiation Night was bad, this was ten times worse, and there was no way he was going to be stuck cleaning this shit up again.

"Hey dude, you spent the ni- Is that my shirt?" Jesse turned around to be confronted with Hat.

Jesse quickly looked down and back up, "I uhh- mine got ripped." He held up the shirt as proof, "And I found this one. I'll get it right back to you. Promise."

"Wait," Hat smiled slyly, "Were you the one in my room last night?"

Jesse rubbed the back of his neck, "If your room is last on the right. I'm really sorry, I don't know what-"

"Dude! You were loud as fuck last night! Whoever you had in there must of had a really good time too." Hat smiled, nodding his head.

Jesse could feel his ears turning red from embarrassment, "I have to go." He mumbled, "I'll get your shirt back to you." He added before quickly walking out the door.


"Keep running!" Aubrey yelled, "C'mon! You can go faster than that!"

"I don't, know, how much, longer, I can," Amy huffed, "go."

Beca cringed, this was ridiculous.

The guilty Bellas had walked into practice almost an hour ago, fearing for their spot on the team, and their lives. And all Aubrey has done so far was yell and scream at them to run faster. When Stacie had asked how long they had to run for, Aubrey snapped that they would run a lap for every minute they were at the party.

Well Beca should be running for much longer than any other Bella having stayed at the Treble house well into the early hours of the morning. She was a little more than surprised to have woken up in a stranger's bed, even more so that Jesse was there with her.

Rather than dwell on the fact she got out of the bed as quietly as she could, and made her way out of the house as quickly as possible. Well, not without quickly taking a picture of Bumper cuddling with a lamp on the floor of course.

But after making her Stride of Pride as Stacie would call it, she ignored Kimmy-Jin's judgmental stare and headed straight for a shower, and afterwards let herself be absorbed in her music and sleep before heading to her Bellas rehearsal, that was proving to be as dreadful as she thought it'd be.

"Just think of all the pizza we'll get after this." Cynthia Rose tried to persuade Amy.

"This is more exhausting than sex." Stacie commented, holding her chest, "And I've had some tiring sex."

"Bellas." Aubrey clapped her hands, causing most of them to halt their movements, especially Amy who took it upon herself to lie on the ground. Aubrey looked around the auditorium with Chloe beside her, "I'm very disappointed and angered that you would betray the Bella bond and attend that party, and you should count yourself lucky you all still have your scarf."

Beca rolled her eyes, like Aubrey could even find eight more girls to join.

"Now, before we can actually begin rehearsal, I would just like to know who's idea it was to go to the party in the first place.

The new Bellas discretely looked at each other, wondering who was going to give who up. Or whether taking the blame could loose their spot on the team that they were actually beginning to enjoy.

Screw it, she thought. "It was me." Beca raised her hand, all attention on her now, "It was my idea. I thought it'd be fun." Beca shrugged.

While Aubrey gripped her hands to together tightly, eyes clenched as Chloe began to rub her shoulder, the rest of the Bellas looked at Beca in shock. She was the last one that wanted to be at the Treble house last night, yet here she was taking the blame.

When Aubrey opened her eyes and smiled, walking over to her board, "Thank you for your honesty Beca. Ladies, line up."


"So, what the hell was that?" Stacie asked beside Beca, the others trailing behind.

She turned, happy to be free of practice, "What?"

"You took the blame." Cynthia Rose said dumbly, "You didn't even want to be there."

Beca shrugged, "It's not a big deal, Aubrey already hates me."

"I need to buy this girl a drink!" Stacie exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.

"It's two in the afternoon." Jessica said wearily.

Amy pushed through, "Yeah, how about that pizza I was promised instead?"

Beca smiled, letting the infectious laughter from the girls consume her.

They were like her friends, no. They were her friends. She stood up for them when she didn't have to, and Beca had a feeling they would have done the same for her.

It was completely different from the shitty 'friends' she had in high school that were on her side if she could offer them something, or they to her.

Not the Bellas though, they've bonded over their mutual hatred of songs made famous by women and the torture they've suffered at the hand of A Capella.

"There's a pretty good pizza place off campus if anyone's interested?"


Beca chewed on her straw while she and her fellow Bellas sat around a table waited for their pizza.

"And that's why I'd never advise having sex during finals week, everyone's too concerned about their upcoming test." Stacie shrugged.

"Unless you can find someone with the perfect amount of pent up frustration and anxiety."

"I don't know Amy," Stacie challenged, "I swear this guy started yelling out derivatives and functions when he climaxed."

"That might be more of a personal problem." Cynthia Rose mumbled while Stacie gasped.

"Can we please stop talking about this?" Ashley asked.

"Are you saying that I wasn't enough to keep his mind off calculus?" Stacie slammed her hands on the table.

Beca almost choked on her soda when she saw the waiter's face. Awkwardly clearing his throat, "I have your pizzas."

"Put them right in front of mama." Fat Amy said patting the table.

"I'm sorry but I'm still awed that you think I can't keep a dude's mind off math." Stacie exclaimed.

"Hey, he called it out." Cynthia Rose shrugged, reaching for a piece of pizza, "Not me."

Stacie scoffed, leaning back in her chair, "Hey," She called in the waiter's direction, "You think if we slept together you'd call out my name over equations?"

"Stacie!" Jessica squealed.

"It's honest question." Amy said with a mouth full of food, "What's your answer cutie?" She leaned in closer, "And if you're not interested in her, I'll leave my number on the napkin." Said with a wink.

The waiter looked between eight girls before couching nervously, "I'm sorry, I have to go do my rounds." He said rubbing his neck before darting off to the kitchens.

"He could do me if he wanted." Amy commented.

Beca scoffed, "You guys can't be taken any where."

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss. Prissy." Stacie says sarcastically, "Like your virgin ears have never heard these things."

"At least I don't talk about it in public." Beca defends herself.

"You should try it in public." Stacie winked, "That's fun."

Beca rolled her eyes, "Can you not? Just for five minutes?" She asked, to Stacie's nonchalant shrug.

"Thank you to whoever suggested pizza." Amy commented while stuffing her face, "It's my go to hangover food."

"I'm pretty sure you did." Ashley pointed out.

"Well everyone can thank my sexy fat ass for this great meal. Grease is the best to soak up hangovers."

"Nope. I don't get hangovers. Never have, never will." Cynthia Rose said.

"It sounds like you haven't been having the right kind of fun." Stacie eyes her.

"I always feel hungover." Lily whispered.

Beca raised an eyebrow, "I think you guys just need to learn to handle your alcohol."

"You should be talking!" Stacie exclaims, "You stayed at the Treble house when Aubrey dragged us out."

"I'd make that decision sober too if I could." Beca defends herself, she'd pick anything over Aubrey.

Amy leans over to not so whisper into Stacie's ear, "It's because she had her man candy."

"Jesse is not my man candy." Beca states, trying not to redden.

"She's always saying his name." Jessica pipes in.

Fat Amy nods her head, "Yeah, I was talking about Bumper."

Beca scoffed, "Please, he's all yours and you know it."

"What?" Amy says in a high voice, awkwardly laughing and looking around the table, "Ehh, I don't think so."

Beca laughs, "You're right, here." Beca pulls out her phone to show the picture of Bumper cuddling with a lamp.

All the girls sitting round the table are unable to control their laughter.

"Where did you get that?" Stacie cries.

"Found him on the ground." Beca smiles while putting her phone away.

"When was that?" Cynthia Rose asks, still laughing.

"After the party." Beca shrugs, "Everyone was passed out on the floor, well most of the Trebles."

"Damn, we could have gotten done some funny shit."

"Can you send me that picture?" Amy asks, "I could use some blackmail."

"What do you need blackmail for?" Beca asks while texting Amy the picture.

"Probably the bedroom." Stacie mutters, causing the girls, minus one to laugh.

"What were you doing at the party so late?" Lily whispers. Most of the girls give one another a confused look, unable to hear Lily.

Well except Cynthia Rose, "Yeah, just how late were you there?"

Beca furrows her brow, "Not long." She puts her phone away, "Most of those boys are light weights and passed out quick enough." She lies.

Stacie leans forward, "You're not answering the question."

"What are you talking about?" Beca defends herself, "I stayed for a couple hours."

"Didn't you have a magic show to go to?" Jessica asks.

Beca freezes while taking some of the cheese off of her pizza, "Shit." She says to herself, "Oh shit." She looks up, giving all the girls a bewildered stare. "Damn it!" Beca jumps from her chair, grabbing her bag "I have to go!"

"Can I have your pizza?" Amy calls after her.


Jesse turned the door knob to his room. He had made it back to his room without too many side ways glances at his somewhat overly tight pants.

He had returned to his room to find his roommate still a sleep, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible, Jesse showered and was dressed by the time he got his first text of the day.

From: Bumper
12:22pm

Emergency Treble meeting

Jesse rolled his eyes before replying.

To: Bumper
12:24pm

I'm not cleaning that place again

From: Bumper
12:25

Just get over here

Rolling his eyes again Jesse stuffed his phone in his pocket before making his way out the door.


"Benji." Beca says into the phone as she's racing through campus, trying not to look like the crazy one's who sprint to their classes, "Please pick up, or call me back. A text would be cool too." Beca looks down at her phone before clicking to end the call.

She feels like an ass. The worst friend in the world. She ditched the one thing that he's asked of her all semester. Truly asked her to be there for him.

And to what? Fuck his roommate?

She cringes at the vulgarity. But why should she? That's what she did, isn't it?

She kissed him. She took him to a room. She ripped his shirt, which the nerd was a little upset about. And she had her way with him.

Beca erases these thoughts from her mind when she swings open the door to Benji's hall. Making it to his door she proceeds to knock continuously on his door.

Yes there's a gut wrenching fear in her that Jesse will open the door, but at the moment she's willing to risk it for what a mega bitch she was.

He's never missed something of hers. No, there haven't been many, but he was at all of them none the less. And now she's missed his first college performance. That's not something you can get back.

"Benji!" Beca calls, still knocking, giving a death glare to the kid walking down the hall starring at her, "C'mon Benji! Open up!"

"Beca?" A groggily Benji opens the door, "What time is it?" He asks rubbing his eyes.

'It's a little past one." Beca answers warily, and eyes his outfit, happening to be his pajamas, "Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah." He yawns, "Why have you been looking for me?"

"Well I-"

"Sorry I couldn't find you last night." Benji turns to walk back into his room, leaving the door open for Beca, "I got all caught up with everyone." Benji picks up his phone, turning back to Beca, "Did you like it?"

"Umm." Beca looks at him blankly, "Yeah, it was great." She shifts her stance, "I just wanted to apologize for being late. The Bellas dragged me to that Treble Halloween party last night." She lies.

"Oh, it's okay." He shrugs, gabbing a towel, "You didn't miss much,just some card tricks. You've seen them all form me." He smiles, "Well I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to wait in here?"

Beca opens her mouth and closes it, "I'm actually already late for my shift" She looked at her phone, "But I'll catch up with you later?"

"Okay." Benji smiles, "Thanks for coming last night."

"Anytime." Beca smiles. Well, bares her teeth really.

"Shoot." Benji mutters.

Beca tries to look over his shoulder, "What's up?"

Benji held up an envelope, "I forgot to mail my sister this letter. Do you want to go to my mail box for me?"

"Yeah, sure. Of course." Beca takes the envelope from him. It's the least she could do.

"Thanks so much." Benji smiled.

"Okay, well see ya." She waves walking out the door, internally hating herself for lying. And being a pretty shitty friend.


Beca tries her best to not make a sound when she walks in the radio station, which idea is quickly killed when Luke notices her.

"Becky?" She internally cringes when she hears his voice ringing through the small station.

"What's up?" Beca asks, as she walks outside of the booth.

"Did you just get here?"

Beca rings her hands, "Umm, yeah."

"You know you're shift started half an hour ago, right?" Luke raises a brow.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I was caught up with something." Beca replies, mentally cursing him with every name in the book for noticing her this one and only time.

"Don't make a habit of it." Luke states, starring at his screen, having already turned his attention away.

"Got it." Beca mumbled under her breath walking to the table, she pulls her headphones back over her ears. Pulling a crate onto the table she begins to sort through the stacks of cases. She also notices that Jesse's bag, nor himself, are any where to be found.

Heaving up a crate from the floor Beca pulls out case after case, organizing them by letter. She doesn't even mind working alone for once, she'd rather not face the mistake she made last night. Admittedly the mistake itself wasn't worst she's ever made, but it still wasn't a good one.

Collecting a few stacks of CDs, Beca climbed the stairs of the station to put them in their proper spot.

Justin Beiber.

Beca rolled her eyes. She knows that Luke listens to this, almost every shift she has to put it away. And almost shift she can't reach that damn B shelf.

Beca was so absorbed in her attempt to reach the shelf, hopping on one foot, that she hadn't even noticed the presence behind her until the case was taken from her hand and placed in its proper spot.

"Thanks-" Beca began turning around to come face to face with him.

But really? Who else did she expect to be up here? Luke would never do manual labor, and she doesn't even think she's ever seen that dude in the front ever leave his desk.

"I don't think the station would cover your hospital bills if this shelf fell on you." Jesse cocks her a lopsided smile.

Beca makes a noise of acknowledgement, turning back around, shoving the cases in random spots.

She can tell he's still standing behind her, in fact, she can smell him. Not in a weird way, he just smells like pledge. Lemon pledge. He's probably been up here cleaning or something.

"Do you need help with those?" She hears behind her.

"No." She says curtly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Beca answers a little irritated.

"Well it's just that you put Led Zeppelin next to Beyoncé." Jesse pulled the case of the shelf.

Beca turned and met his eyes, taking the case from his hand and quickly rounding the corner of the shelf.

"Is everything okay?" Jesse asked, trailing behind.

"Everything's fine." Beca answered, putting the stupid Led Zeppelin case in its correct spot.

Jesse rubbed the back of his neck, "You seem a little quiet."

"I'm just tired." Cursing herself for making it sound like she didn't get any sleep last night, when all honesty, she really didn't.

"Beca." She looked at him, "If this is about last night-"

"What about it?" She turned back to her stacking.

"I know that things have been pretty fast for-"

Beca turned with a confused look on her face, "Things?" She asked incredulously, almost laughing, "Jesse, we don't have things. This isn't a thing."

Jesse felt his heart drop into his stomach, "But, last night-"

"Last night?" Beca raised an eyebrow, she turned back to the shelf, "You were drunk, I was drunk." She said coldly, "And you were there."

Jesse opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn't form anything. Not that he had anything to say anyway.

Beca placed her last case on the shelf, turning to go back down the stairs, she gave him an expectant look, as he was blocking the aisle.

He mumbled an apology, letting Beca side step around him.

He stared at the back wall as he listened to her descend the stairs, leaving him crushed.

Sex was a pretty big deal, right? He wasn't the only one who thought that, right? She may not have been his first, and he doubted he was hers. But that doesn't mean the couple girls he has been with weren't all special in their own way. He wouldn't just go around and take any one to bed.

So when she dragged him to that room upstairs, he thought he was getting somewhere. She'd be blind not to notice his affection for her, and at that point, he thought she returned it. Well, some of it at least.

Jesse clenched his jaw, quickly walking to the back of the top floor, finishing the floor he'd been scrubbing.

After hurriedly completing his job, Jesse grabbed his bag and made his way towards the booth. He could see Beca watching him out of the corner of his eye.

Knocking on the glass panel, Luke motioned to, "Hey I finished up stairs, so I'm gonna go."

"Sure thing mate." Luke said distractedly, not have even taken his eyes off the computer screen.

Jesse shut the door to the booth, ignoring the feeling in his gut to give Beca a sideways glance as he made his way out of the station.


Jesse walked into the Treble house to see that it was still pretty disgusting when he left it. Given those scattered around the house passed up had gotten up and left by now. Some tables had been cleared of cups, but otherwise it was still a mess.

Making his way to the living room Jesse found their fearless leader lying on the couch with a wet towel over his eyes.

"Rough night?" Jesse asked, bemused.

Bumper moves aside his towel to give Jesse a scowl, "Piss off."

Jesse scoffs, shaking his head, taking a seat on the couch opposite Bumper. "So when's this meeting starting."

Bumper groans in response waving his hand in the air to silence Jesse.

"Bumper, how about you get your lazy ass up and do something?" A voice calls from another room, "Bumper, I'm serious- Oh hey, Jesse's here!" Donald had just walked into the living room carrying a plastic garbage bag.

"Uhh, yeah." Jesse says confused, "For the meeting?"

"You'd be late for damn meeting even if there had been one!" Bumper sat up and screamed, "Now please shut the hell up!"

Jesse rolled his eyes, "Sorry I have a life outside you guys."

Donald let out a laugh, "Don't mind him. Bumper handles his alcohol worse than my grandma."

"Go to hell Donald." Bumper mumbled into the pillow, giving everyone in the room the finger too.

"So, there's not a meeting?" Jesse asked tentatively, looking around and realizing that there weren't many Trebles around.

"Nope. Not really." Donald answered, taking a seat at the end of the couch Bumper was laying on, "But." Donald held up a finger, "You are here for an interrogation." Jesse couldn't even get a word in before Donald started screaming, "Hat! Hat! Get down here! Hat!"

Bumper groaned.

"Hat! Let's go!"

And before Jesse could jump and make an excuse to get out of this conversation, Hat was already standing in the door way.

"So I heard someone finally got laid in Hat's room." Donald says with a smile on his face looking at Jesse.

"It wasn't me. " Hat said, taking a seat beside Jesse.

"It's never you." Bumper mumbled.

"Shut up." Hat protested to the sounds of Donald snorting his laughter.

"Well, are you gonna tell us about her?" Donald pressed.

Jesse shrugged, "What's there to say?"

"Who was it?" Donald asks.

Bumper sits up, "Was it good?"

"Probably was based on the sounds they were making." Hat mentions.

"You were listening?" Donald says with a look of disgust.

"Oh c'mon dude! I was trying to go to my room!"

"You think she'd put out for another Treble?" Bumper asks.

Donald turns, "What the fuck man?"

Bumper shrugs, "What, she'll put out for him. Maybe she'd like to try being with a real Treble." He wags his eyebrows.

Jesse has to fist his hands together to keep himself from hitting Bumper in the face, "Shut up. You don't even know her."

"Dude." Bumper begins, "You caught feelings for her, didn't you?" Jesse doesn't respond, "I bet it was that Bella wasn't it?" Bumper shakes his head, "Worse thing you can do."

"No way." Donald commented, "The Bellas got dragged out by Aubrey last night."

"Maybe she likes what she can't have." Hat suggested.

Jesse pursed his lips at thought. Is that why she pursued him. Out of all occasions that they been together? Because Aubrey told her not to?

Bumper laughed, "In that case, you should send her my way. Why have a newbie when you can have the leader?" Bumper flexed his arms.

Because he was a Treble. And her leader, who she clearly despised, told her to keep away from him, who was clearly infatuated with her.

"Well if it really was the Bella, then he'd be a soloist."

Did she want to be kicked out if the Bellas? Why not just quit if you hated it so much.

Donald jumps up, "This is perfect! We needed another soloist!"

Or did she use him. Manipulate his feelings to get what she wanted. And what was that? A way out of the group? A sense of pride knowing she didn't listen to anyone, let alone some A Capella maniac?

"He doesn't even have proof." Bumper says quickly.

"I'm sure he can get it." Hat says, "He already slept with the chick."

"He can get it. I have confidence in the kid. "

"Well don't put all your eggs in one basket." Bumper tells Donald, "Because if we loose at Regionals when he doesn't pull through- Hell! Did you even sleep with a Bella?"

All eyes turn towards Jesse as he weighs his options, chewing on his lip.

"I'll be able to solo at Regionals." Jesse says with determination.


Beca walked into the lobby of the residential life building after getting off her grueling shift at the station, turning left when she entered through the door to find the mailbox mounted to the wall.

"Well of course it's gonna smell like a dingo's mud pie. It's probably been sitting back there too long."

Beca looked up after pushing the letter into the mailbox, raising an eyebrow after hearing the tale end of the conversation.

"Can you just give me the box and not worry if there's an animal inside." Fat Amy tears the box from the receptionist's hands.

Amy spots Beca before walking over with a package between her arm and waist, "Flat butt."

"Whatcha got there?" Beca nods to the box.

"Well my mum said she was going to send me my chinchilla, but I don't see any holes in the box, so I don't know if it worked out."

"Your mom was going to send you a chinchilla. Over the mail?" Beca asks incredulously.

"I'm hoping she didn't, because I don't think anythings alive in here." Amy shakes the box for emphasis.

Beca shakes her head, "Uhh, that's cool. I think I'm just gonna go now-"

"You missed some really good pizza. We even got ice cream after." Amy starts to reminisce, "Yeah, mine was chocolate."

"Yeah, sorry about dipping out on you guys."

Amy shrugged, "I get it. You had to go locked up by your magician boyfriend. I might have even forfeited pizza for that kind of kink."

Beca wrinkled her nose, "Benji and I are not like that."

"Right." Amy drawled, winking, "Plus you have the Treble."

"Okay, well good luck with your chinchilla." Beca changes the subject, not wanting to listen to Amy's innuendos, about to turn before Amy grabs her hand, "Dude." She says looking down.

"Well if it isn't your anmay andycay right now." Amy nods to the left.

"What did you say?" Beca asks more confused than anything.

Amy huffs, "Don't you know pig Latin?"

"Latin what?"

"It's your man." Amy violently turns her to see Jesse walking by.

"He's not my anything." Beca snaps, turning back towards Amy and crossing her arms.

"Well he's coming this way." Amy sing songs, her face forming a frown though, "Huh. He looks kinda sad." She commented watching him go, "You two having trouble in paradise?"

"There is no paradise." Beca snapped, "I have to go."

"I'll take that as a yes." Amy mumbled under her breath.


And Beca doesn't see him for three days after that.

He hasn't been at the station.

Benji stops by her room now.

And as it turns out, he was always the one to go out of his way to find her, because Beca carries on with her life normally, and has yet to see him.

That is until she goes to their philosophy lecture. No she's not going to class to actually learn, there just happens to be a test that day.

He's sitting in the front of the lecture hall, the nerd that he is, and Beca has blended in with those in the back.

She doesn't have a clue about any of the content on the test, so after giving it her best shot, she waits until Jesse gets up to turn in his, does she descend the stairs.

Beca follows through campus, guessing that he's going back to his room. And she's proven correct as she watches from around the corner of his hall when he opens his door to his dorm and closes it behind him.

What the hell was she doing? Why is she following him? She made it pretty clear back at the station.

That still doesn't mean she didn't miss his crestfallen face and how his entire demeanor changed in the blink of an eye, and it's all thanks to her.

And so what if she put on this scary, 'stay the hell away from me' front. That didn't mean she like to hurt people's feelings.

She could feel her palms sweating as she was standing in front of his door.

But none the less she knocked.

And in that moment a million thoughts ran through her head. She could run. She could hide. She could mostly run. She should run. Why isn't she running yet?

But unfortunately she's glued to her spot as the door opens in front of her.

"Beca?" She opens her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out, "What are you doing here?"

"Is Benji around?" She peers inside the room.

"He's at class." Jesse answers, and Beca wonders if he can see through her act. Of course she knows he's at class, she knows his entire schedule.

Beca gives a tight smile, "Oh, okay. Thanks." Beca pauses.

Jesse is still standing in the doorway, "Is that all?"

And Beca nearly flinches at the ice in his voice, she's never heard him anything but happy.

"Well," She fidgets with her hands, "I just wanted to talk about the other day-"

"If you're worried I'll tell Aubrey, I won't. What?" He asks when her eyes widen, "Did you think I didn't know?"

"It's none of you're business anyway." Beca retorts, feeling the need to defend herself.

"Is there anything else you needed?" Jesse asks in a bored tone.

Beca can feel her anger flare, "You're infuriating, you know that, right?"

Jesse make a face, "And you aren't any better."

"Get over yourself." She huffs.

"Excuse me for having the courtesy to care." Jesse retorts, alluding to the other night.

"Oh shut up." Beca cries, looking Jesse squarely in the eyes. "Care." She laughed, studying the intensity of his gaze, "What? Is there a reason you're telling me this? Did you want something out of it? Huh?" She pushes him, "You want to take me out next time before you fuck me? Or did you just want again?" Beca grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, her hands covering his. "Is this what you wanted?"

Jesse ripped his hands away, looking around the hall to be sure they were alone before leaning in closer, "Let's get something straight. You initiated it. You kissed me. Not the other way around."

"Like you didn't want it." Beca replies in a threatening tone, "I can see the way you look at me. I'm not blind."

Jesse stared intently at Beca. He studied her. The way her eyebrows pressed downward, turning her eyes into a cold stare. How her lips pressed into a thin line. Her stance defensive with her arms crossed over one another.

"Like you didn't want it. I told you we'd be lovers." He patronizes her.

Beca moves closer, "Watch yourself."

Their faces are mere inches apart, both glaring at one another, unwilling to break eye contact.

But it's Jesse who losses the battle in order to have glance at her lips.

And Beca's about to stand back, triumphant in their game, when Jesse roughly grabs her face. Kissing the lips that he forfeited their stare down to look at.

He's about to wind his arms around her waist when she quickly pushes him off of her.

They both have a wild look in their eyes. Beca's breathing heavily, weighing her options. She can see that his demeanor is changing, she knows that his eyes are about to soften and he'll say something that'll make her regret for being such a mythic bitch.

And rather than deal with those feelings, she pulls him down at the shoulders so she can kiss him harder.

It takes him a minute to realize she's not going to rip him a new one. And when this reality comes crashing down on him, he quickly pulls her into his room.

Slamming the door, he uses his weight to his advantage, pinning her against the frame. He runs his hand along her shoulder, pulling at the base of her hair, granting himself access to the expanse of her neck.

"Jesse." She groans, eyes fluttering close, running her fingers through his curls.

He's not quite sure how far he could have gotten. His one hand was already nearing her bra strap when a very distinct jingle of keys is heard beyond the door that Beca is currently pressed against.

Her eyes widen when she meets Jesse's gaze, and she quickly shoves him off of her, causing him to loose his balance and fall on his backside.

Beca on the other hand tries her best to quickly jump onto Benji's bed, not just awkwardly standing in front of the door.

And when Benji does enter the room he is slightly more than confused. "Hey guys." He says slowly, closing the door behind him, "What's going on?" He asks, not venturing further into the room.

"I dropped my pencil." Jesse stands, "But I can't seem to find it."

Benji glances over to Beca, who is lounging on his mattress, "You okay Bec? You look a little flushed." He walks over and puts a hand on her forehead.

"I'm fine mom." She answers annoyed, swatting at his hand, "Aubrey had us running more cardio at rehearsal."

"Okay, sorry." Benji shrugs, throwing his back pack on the ground.

Jesse and Beca meet eyes for a brief moment.

"I just stopped by to let you know I mailed that letter for you the other day."

"Oh, umm." Benji responds awkwardly, for he's quite sure she told him the other day, "Thanks for letting me know."

Beca stands from the bed, "Well, I'll see you around." She says, before quickly walking out of the room.

Benji watches the door shut with a confused look on his face before looking over at his room mate, who is equally puzzled.

Although for different reasons.

"The Bellas must be getting to her." Benji says, pulling out a textbook and opening it.

"Yeah." Jesse mumbles, looking at his phone, "Bellas."

From Beca
2:54pm

My room. 8:30


Could it really be? A chapter. Six months later? I know. I'm a horrible person.

And hypocritical. Like I get mad when writers don't update, and yet, here I am. So shout out to ever one that followed, favorited, reviewed since my last post.

Each alert just reminded me more and more of how horrible I am.

Do I promise to do a better job? I mean I want to, but will I? Let's hope so.

And in all honesty, this chapter has basically been done since December, but I've just been putting it off for so long because this is the part of the story where I'm like, what the hell am I doing?

But I refuse to not finish this. My goal is to have it completed by Pitch Perfect 2. (Ha. Yeah right.)

-The worst and most horrible person ever.