Gossipssweetlips: Thank you! It might be awhile before she tells him, maybe like two chapters? It's just depending on what I come up with for the next chapter. I'll see where it goes with Aubrey and Luke too. I don't really have a clue as of right now haha
NikiD3195: Wow thank you so much I'm glad you like it so much! hahah if you are ever sitting in a chair I suggest a seat belt or put something on the floor to cushion your fall. holy crap you just made me feel super good haha thanks for that!
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thecurlingiron: To stop the swooning AJ you need to strap yourself to something, then you wont hit the floor anymore :) Don't joke little one!
BittyAB18: I was trying to think of the most disgusting thing that she could throw at Aubrey's face that would be laying on the floor...say hello to the used thong hahaha Thank you so much! I like flirty Jesse too and if I was Beca I would have been beyond pissed haha
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Okay this chapter is the rest of Beca and Jesse's afternoon and then their night at the club. Jesse introduces his friends and yeah! Read on and review! Thank you all so much as usual for the follows, favorites, reviews and views!
After breakfast with Beca, Jesse arrived back at his apartment with a huge smile on his face. Things were great with him and Beca, their date had been great, breakfast had been great, she was great, overall Jesse was feeling...great. While he unlocked his door, with his smile still in place, ideas for their next date were flying around in his head. He needed to do something more casual because if he did anything even remotely more romantic he was sure Beca would laugh at whatever he came up with. However all thoughts concerning this future date and a few brain cells were wiped out of his head as soon as he pushed open the front door. "Oh my gosh, what is that?" he gasped when an extremely strong chemical smell washed over him.
Within a few seconds, his eyes were watering and his head was throbbing from the overwhelming smell. Stumbling into the apartment with a hand clasped tightly over his mouth and nose and the other one steadying him against the wall, he looked around for the source of the odor. After a few seconds he decided it smelled like someone had taken every cleaning supply that had ever been invented and cleaned his apartment with it.
He was just considering leaving when he heard chair legs scrape on the floor and the sound of footsteps in the kitchen. A few seconds later, Benji appeared wearing a mask and goggles, besides the mask and goggles he seemed as if the smell wasn't affecting him in any way. "Oh hey, Jess! Where have you been?" His voice was muffled from the mask and his goggles fogged up as he spoke.
Instead of immediately answering his roommate, and exposing himself to more toxic fumes than was necessary, Jesse hurriedly opened all the windows in the apartment. Occasionally he would take a few seconds to breathe in the fresh air that was pouring through the wide windows and then would move onto another section of the apartment. Finally after throwing open the last window in the living room, Jesse collapsed by the window and gratefully sucked in as much fresh air as he could. When he was satisfied that he was sufficiently re-oxidized, he answered Benji's question, "Breakfast with Beca. Now, what the hell is this?" he waved his hand around to indicate the smell that was still hanging, heavy on the air.
At the mention of Beca's name Benji's head hung down, he was still embarrassed that he thought she was pretty, after all she sort of terrified him too. "Oh right, her," he mumbled before addressing Jesse's question. "And the smell...right its the cleaner I use for my collections. It's the official polish of Star Wars lightabers and other memorabilia, its called Sand People Sander." He chuckled at the name then disappeared into the kitchen, but reappeared almost instantly. He was clutching a small tub with duct tape on it that read, "Star Wars Official Lightsaber Polish: Sand People Sander."
The closer he got to Jesse the stronger the smell became, until finally Jesse slapped his hand over his nose again. Benji handed him the tub and he peered into it, inside was a black, jelly-like substance that jiggled slightly when the tub moved. He wasn't sure if it was the fumes messing with his head, but Jesse swore there were heat waves radiating from the gel. He shoved it back at Benji and went back to hogging all the fresh air from the window. "Benji, where did you get that stuff?"
"A guy was selling it outside Comic Con a few years ago, he said it was official."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that it's not. Oh my God how long until I'm not dizzy?"
"Probably like an hour," Benji turned and went back into the kitchen with Jesse following him. With all the windows in the apartment open, air was circulating more and was more breathable. Benji was hard at work cleaning his Darth Vader mask, trying to get it to sparkle like it had the day he removed it from the packaging, "There are these black streaks in the eyes and I can't get them off." He groaned loudly and showed Jesse who looked into the mask.
"Huh. Looks like mascara streaks-" he stopped short and eyed Benji suspiciously. Little did he know that a certain tall and leggy brunette had been wearing the mask just the night before, so as of then, thousands of ideas were running through his mind. His dorky best friend shrugged his shoulders and went back to viciously scrubbing the mask. Jesse watched him for a few seconds then remembered what he wanted to ask him, "Right...So, dude, you should come to the club tonight-"
"What club?" Benji asked distractedly as he scooped up more of the toxic gel and rubbed it into the mask.
Jesse's eyebrows went together at his friend's question, "Um, Beca's club...BCM."
Without pausing what he was doing, Benji answered him quickly, "I can't. I'm meeting a few of my friends to practice our illusions tonight." For the life of him, Jesse wasn't quite sure why Benji insisted on calling his magic tricks illusions.
He really wanted his best friend to meet Beca and her friends though, "Come on Benji, you don't need to practice, you're already great. And I'm sure those guys are just using you as a teacher so they'll get better. You have those meetings like twice a week, just take one night to come meet Beca and her friends."
"I don't know, Jesse-"
"Too bad, you're coming! We're leaving at 8 so be ready by then," he sprang up, clapped Benji on the shoulder and went off to his room to call his other friends and get them to come to the club too.
"Chloe, vodka and coke!" Beca burst through the doors of the club at 6:00 and she was pissed beyond belief. For the past five hours she had to listen to "Bree," as Luke was so affectionately calling her, insult her, make jokes about her, and just basically be a bitch. All in the name of wanting to see Beca and Luke hard at work. However, Beca had made no progress in the ideas she had for the Madonna song because the only thing she could think of doing was slamming Aubrey's face in a door at least 70 million billion times.
She was actually quite impressed that she hadn't harmed the blonde in anyway shape or form, but as the hours slowly trickled past until Beca could escape to BCM she became alarmingly close to doing herself in. The worse part was that she couldn't even have the satisfaction of arguing with Aubrey anymore because now she had not only Chloe, but Luke, telling her that she had to be nicer to the bitch. Meanwhile, Aubrey could murder a small village, disrespect the Pope, rob a bank, and destroy America's national monuments and Chloe and Luke would still see an angel standing in her place.
Beca knew better though, she knew Satan was making a special appearance in the taller woman.
When she stomped over to the bar and roughly sat down on a bar stool, Chloe was just finishing making her drink. "Rough day at the office, my love?" she asked pushing the drink into Beca's hands. Beca sipped it then shoved it away.
"You made it wrong."
"I'm a bartender, I know how to make a vodka and coke."
"It needs more vodka," she grabbed the bottle of vodka that Chloe still had in her hand and poured enough to fill her glass up to the brim. She swirled her straw around to mix it in, drank some more, then filled the empty space up with more vodka. "That's better," she sighed when she sipped it again.
"So, you basically just wanted vodka...anyway, boo boo, tell me why you're drinking before work like a professional." Her friend leaned across the bar and looked into her eyes, intent on getting her to spill what was on her mind.
Before she began to tell the redhead about her day, Beca slurped down the rest of her drink and made that annoying sucking noise with her straw. "Well, where do I begin?" Pausing, she looked thoughtfully at a spot above Chloe's head while she ran the aspects of her day through her mind. "Hm. So, Aubrey knows that I'm Mitchell Hardict, she's fucking Luke, oh and she's a bitch. That's about it. Nothing unusual, right?"
A loud clicking could be heard, Beca turned in her seat to see Stacie walking over wearing tiny black shorts a white flowy shirt and 6 inch heels. "Who's a bitch?" She sat down next to Beca and noticed her empty glass, "Ooh, are we drinking before work? Chloe, Bacardi 151," she rapped her knuckles on the bar and smiled happily at her two friends.
"No. Bad idea. Really bad idea," Stacie pouted when Chloe denied her the rum. "Don't look at me like that, Stace, no way in hell am I giving you 151 proof rum before you have to work!"
"Beca gets to drink," she pointed out.
"Beca had a shit day," the tiny brunette piped up.
"Right, back to that. Okay so how did Aubrey find out and how did you find out about Aubrey?" She leaned forward again with her forearms resting on the counter. Stacie was slowly moving forward in her seat and trying to snake her hand past Chloe to reach the Bacardi, Chloe saw her out of the corner of her eye though. "Stacie Conrad, you touch that bottle and you're losing a finger."
Stacie's hand flashed back to her side, "Fine, mom," she muttered loudly. "But umm, what did Aubrey find out and what did you find out about Aubrey?" she raised her eyebrows at Beca who groaned loudly again.
"She knows that I am Mitchell Hardict and I know she and Luke boned last night."
Both Beca's and Chloe's hands slammed over their ears at the squealing noise that Stacie was making, "Oh my gosh, they did it? They really screwed? Oh, this is great! Chloe and I are great match makers!" At the look on Beca's face she coughed and awkwardly patted her on the arm, "I mean, I am very sorry for...what the hell, I don't know why you're mad."
"Because Luke is my best friend and I hate Aubrey! God can you two get your heads out from between your legs long enough to discuss my other problem? She knows now and she was a bitch about it."
Stacie nodded her head, but her head was almost always between her legs,"One more question about the fornication that occurred last night. How exactly did you find out?"
A growl slipped out from between Beca's lips and she let her head fall onto the bar, "Fine. This morning I went to Luke's house and he didn't answer the door so I just unlocked it and went in. Then I was like yeah, I'll get him back for all the times that he's woken me up in obnoxious ways." A small smile flitted across her face at what happened next. "Well, I opened up his bedroom door and body slammed-"
Chloe wrinkled up her face in disgust, "You body slammed them while they were having sex?"
"Oh my God, no!" Beca shook her head frantically to dispel that thought as quickly as possible. "No. Aubrey was asleep and I couldn't tell it was her so I just body slammed her and found out pretty quickly that she wasn't Luke. Then she chased me down the hall and I jumped off Luke's front porch into the bushes," she finished her story casually and sucked on her straw again.
"Was she running naked? Because no one looks good running naked," Beca shook her head and Stacie breathed a sigh of relief. "Granted I'd rather see a guy running naked than a guy running with clothes on," she laughed and Beca and Chloe rolled their eyes and smiled.
For a few minutes they sat in silence while Chloe wiped down the already clean counter and bar and took Beca's empty glass from her. "Now what about the whole Mitchell thing?" She asked after making sure all the liquor labels were facing out towards her.
"Luke made me tell her, then while we were supposed to be working she wouldn't stop making fun of me and calling me Hannah Montana. I hate her."
"You don't hate her-"
"Yeah I do. Literally the thought of her makes me want to vomit. Much like she does whenever she gets stressed out." Thinking about Aubrey now was making her stomach churn. "Just, never mind. I don't want to talk about it anymore." She groaned loudly again and Chloe thought it sounded a lot like "Aubrey fucking Posen" but she chose to ignore it.
11:30
The club was packed, well more than it usually was since they had opened. Beca was on top of her game too, apparently all that rage she had brewing inside of her from her encounters with Aubrey during the day had turned her into some sort of super DJ and the crowd was loving it. To add fuel to the fire, at around 10:40 Beca had noticed that none other than Luke and the blonde she-devil had decided to attend BCM and were making out in a corner booth. In plain view of Beca. Perfect.
She was so focused on her music and trying to not see Aubrey and Luke that she didn't notice when Jesse walked into the booth and snuck up behind her. "Hey, DJ," he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"What the hell?" Beca jumped in his arms and spun around. "Jesus, Jesse, you can't just sneak up on me like that and you're not supposed to be in here!" She pulled off her headphones, clicked play on her playlist and stomped out of the booth with Jesse trailing behind her. "Oh for fucks sake," she growled when she walked past Aubrey and Luke to the bar.
"Beca, wait up," Jesse jogged and wound his way past dancing people to catch up with her. Finally he caught her arm and managed to get her to slow down, "What's wrong? You seem really...angry."
She reached down and intertwined their hands with a sigh, "Everything's just shit." He kissed her quickly, "Okay, not everything is shit," she smiled slightly, but it vanished when Aubrey started to straddle Luke. They hadn't broken apart in like 20 minutes, Beca wasn't quite sure how they were breathing. "That most specifically is shit," she hissed, her eyes locked on the two blondes in the corner.
Jesse's eyebrows knitted together when he saw where Beca was staring, "Who are they?"
"That's my best friend Luke and he's currently attached to Aubrey," she mumbled blandly. They were still standing in the same place, holding hands while people danced around them.
"Aubrey the bitch?"
"Aubrey the bitch."
"Wow...Luke is a good looking guy." Beca laughed slightly and Jesse smiled, happy that he cheered her up slightly. "Well, as men go," he chuckled then gripped her hand tighter, "Come on, you need a drink." Together they made their way over to the bar where Chloe was taking her break. AKA she was sitting on the counter against the wall making out with a tall man with black hair and a matching beard. "Who's the guy with Chloe?"
"That's Josh, her fiancée. They've been dating for 3 years now." Beca said as she went behind the bar, pulling Jesse with her. She started mixing drinks for the two of them around Chloe and Josh, "Chlo, get your tongue out of his mouth, your break was up 20 minutes ago. Hey, Joshy," she added with a smile when the two broke apart.
Josh wiped his mouth and picked Chloe up off the counter and placed her back on the ground, "Hey, Beca," he smiled. "Who's your friend?" His eyes were on Chloe, she had gotten back to taking drink orders and was making small talk with costumers, but he was still listening to Beca.
"Jesse Swanson," Jesse stuck his out hand and shook Josh's. "Um, Beca and I are...we're ugh. I guess we're sort of dating-"
Beca slid her hand into Jesse's and squeezed to get him to stop talking, "Jesse and I went out last night and we got breakfast this morning-wait not like after we slept together! Wait we didn't sleep together. Well, we did sleep together but it was an accident. I mean we didn't mean for it to happen. Oh my god we didn't have s-sex. Jesse and I didn't have sex. We just fell asleep on the beach and then Jesse took me home and then he went to his house and we slept in separate beds. Fuck." She hit herself in the head to make herself stop talking.
Josh was laughing so hard he was shaking. It took him a few minutes but he finally got his breath back, "Josh Beckham. Chloe's my better half." Right then the redhead rushed by carrying four bottles of beer, pecked him on the lips, then quickly handed the bottles off to a group of men. "Thank you, Beca, for that in depth, ah, look at your relationship though. That was sufficiently awkward and perfectly Beca."
"Anytime," she mumble while she sipped her drink.
Stacie showed up with her I-just-had-sex face and poured herself a drink while she tried to catch her breath. While she said hello to everyone Jesse leaned down to beca's ear and whispered, "I want you to meet some people."
"Ugh but I hate people."
"I know, but do it for me, please?" When she grunted in defeat he led her out of the bar and to the group of men Chloe had just served. "Okay, hey, you guys, this is Beca." He awkwardly put her in front of him to show her off to the other men.
A man with curly hair and a Star Wars shirt on stepped forward with a nervous smile, "Hello, Beca," he was extremely awkward and Beca couldn't help but smile a little. "My name is Benjamin Applebaum. I live with Jesse and you are really pretty-darn it, Benji," he shook his fist by his side like he was scolding himself. "Um, right. It's nice to meet you."
"You too." She smiled in return.
The next guy, Beca recognized as the Indian guy Stacie had been making out with opening night. His name was Donald and he kept shooting glances over at Stacie who was talking animatedly with Josh. Then she met a guy with an Afro named unicycle and finally the ass of all asses, Bumper Allen. Turns out he was the guy Fat Amy had been looking at and who turned out to be a complete and total dick to her. He wasn't Beca's favorite person in the world. "Hey, Beca, when you decide you're done with this idiot, why don't you give me a call?" He smirked and scribbled his name and number down on a napkin and shoved it in Beca's hand.
"Oh wow...what a nice offer," she said slowly while she crumpled up the napkin and put it in her pocket. Jesse squeezed her waist while she laughed uncomfortably. "So, um, why do people call you Bumper?"
"Great, I love this story," Jesse said sarcastically and sipped the beer Chloe had just handed him.
Bumper smirked and sipped his drink, "It's a terrific story that sends women into my bed and me into them," he laughed obnoxiously and Beca crumpled up her face in disgust, the more he talked the less she liked him. "I got my nickname when I was 18 months old, still living in southeast Indiana, still sporting the name Bernard," at this information Beca spluttered into her drink and Jesse had to pound her on the back until she stopped coughing.
Bumper just stood there and looked at her with a stupid look on his face as she wiped her eyes and coughed one more time. "Nothing makes me hornier than a good story about an 18 month old named Bernard living in southeast Indiana." Beca smiled fakely at him and sipped her drink again. "Please do go on," she urged.
"Anyway, I was in my neighbors' driveway, running after a lizard and they ran me over," he paused for dramatic affect, but no one said anything. "Luckily, they just hit me with their bumper, the car rolled over me, and they continued on their way to Renatto's Pizza Palace." He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the counter nonchalantly.
Beca raised her eyebrows, sipped her drink with a smile on her face again and kept her eyes locked on Bumper, "Wow, that explains so much." Before she could stop herself she added, "And here I thought you were just an ass by birth!" All the guys laughed except Bumper, Jesse kissed her temple and smiled happily at his moody and sometimes irascible, um, friend girl that he took on a date the night before. He still wasn't really clear on what their technical term was. It didn't help to clarify things that he seemed to be allowed to kiss her whenever he wanted.
He chose to ignore the ass comment and decided to address the "Wow, that explains so much," one instead. "Damn straight it explains a lot! What girl doesn't wanna get banged by Super Man? The answer to that question, buddies, is not a single girl in the world. Jesse, you better watch your chick because you know in awhile she's gonna wanna jump on this dick," he pointed to his crotch and laughed loudly, no one joined him.
"Too far, Bumper," Jesse growled, he gently pushed Beca behind the bar and then turned back to Bumper who was still standing there laughing with the other guys glaring at him. Before Beca could even tell him to stop Jesse pulled back his fist and punched Bumper in the face as hard as he could. The obnoxious ass fell in a crumple on the floor and didn't move for a few seconds; the combination of alcohol and fist colliding with his face wasn't doing him any favors.
Chloe gasped when she realized what was going on and leaned over the bar to see Bumper feebly moving on the ground. Josh quickly appeared behind Jesse and held onto his arms as a precaution in case he decided to attack Bumper again, "Dude, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Jesse grunted back then turned to Beca. "Becs, I'm really sorry, but he can't talk to you like that." Beca nodded her head silently while she glanced between Jesse, who was breathing heavily, and Bumper who was finally standing up with a black eye already forming.
Feeling his face, Bumper smiled slightly, "Damn, Jess, that's like the fourth time this year you've punched me in the face."
"Stop giving me reasons then, Bump."
"Alright, I'll take that as my cue to leave. I'll catch you dumb bitches later," he grabbed his jacket and wound his way through the dancing crowd to the exit.
When Josh could no longer see Bumper's head, he released his hold on Jesse and patted him on the arm with a smile. "You got a nice arm there, Jesse."
"Thanks," he laughed then walked around toward Beca. "Are you okay? You look a little shock-"
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," she muttered breathlessly, before she had even fully finished her sentence she crashed their lips together. "Holy shit, that was impressive," she smiled and kissed him lightly again. Chloe and Stacie were laughing together while they watched the two kissing.
Jesse broke away from Beca and smiled, "I'll be right back, I need to use the little boxers' room."
"You're an idiot," Beca whispered with a laugh.
"You know, I feel like I've heard you say that before," he winked, kissed her, then walked off to the bathroom.
When he was barely two feet away Chloe and Stacie ran to stand on either side of Beca and they were giggling loudly. "That was adorable," Chloe squeaked happily. "I wish Josh would punch people for me!"
"No you don't, baby," he said while he made a gin and tonic for a girl at the bar. Chloe was shirking her bartender duties in favor of talking to Beca about Jesse.
Chloe rolled her eyes and went back to the conversation at hand, "Beca, that was seriously the sexiest thing ever. He likes you so much!" Stacie was turning red in excitement. Glancing over at Donald, she took a deep breath before she spoke again, "So I might of had sex with Donald in my office like 40 minutes ago." She bit her lip and nervously looked down at Beca.
Beca leaned forward with her eyebrows raised, "Stacie, you either did or you didn't."
"Oh, right, Then yeah, we totally had sex in my office," she smiled and winked at Donald. "God, he is amazing-"
"Nope, shut up! He's one of Jesse's best friends!"
"In my defense I didn't know that."
Chloe decided to add her input, "Stacie, you're basically sleeping with strangers now. It's like you're a prostitute."
"CB, he is not the first stranger I've slept with. And I am not a prostitute! They get paid!"
"Dear God," Beca mumbled then walked away back towards her booth.
