I've been super busy with school lately so I apologise. I really appreciate you guys who are patient as understand :)
Anyway since this is the story that's been heating up to most out of my 3, ive been focused on it alot. Don't worry the others will get updates too ;)
Age Is Just a Number - Chapter 13: Beca's Master Plan
Beca didn't look back after lashing out at Chloe, she just kept on walking right out of the school and into the parking lot. She searched all her pockets as she approached her car but there was no sign of her keys.
"Fuuuuck!" She yelled, clenching her already beat up hand into a fist and rattled it off the closest lamppost. Of course instantly regretting that stupid decision as she was pretty convinced that she heard a crack. Whilst crying out in pain and being reduced to tears, Beca quickly grabbed her phone out of her pocket with her other hand and called her dad.
"Beca?"
The girl couldn't find any words at first as she just sobbed down the line, leaning against her car with her hand in agony.
"Beca what's wrong?"
"I was in a f-fight…" She sniffed. "I'm outside at my car, I've left my bag inside and don't have my car keys." She sobbed. "I punched the lamppost and I think I've broken my hand. Dad it really hurts."
"Honey, I need you to calm down okay? I'm going to come and take you to the hospital but you need to stop crying."
"But it hurts so much." She cried, trying to move some of her fingers but it was too painful.
"I know sweetheart, I'm coming." Beca probably didn't realise it but this was reminding her father so much of when she was a little girl. Beca was a really clumsy kid and a little daredevil so she got injured constantly, broken arm, broken leg, broken ankle, broken toe, you name it and it's probably happened to Beca. Although it didn't matter how much she injured herself and tried to suck it up, she would always end up crying for her dad. "Bec I need you to do something for me."
"Uh huh?" She sniffed hard, balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder so she could wipe her face with her uninjured hand.
"If you have any rings on that hand, take them all off incase it starts to swell up."
"Okay." Beca slowly began pulling off her rings one by one before putting them in her pockets.
"I'm on my way alright?"
Doctor Hadley returned with the results of Beca's x-ray and the said girl anxiously awaited to see if she had in fact broken something.
"Well Beca, it's not the best of news." The woman said sympathetically to the teenager. "If you take a look here, you've got a fracture in each of these 2 fingers." Beca followed the woman's finger as she carefully showed her the fractures in her pinkie and ring finger. "Now if these were the only fractures we would have just used a splint for the two fingers but you've actually managed to fracture a bone in your wrist here." Beca glanced down at her injured hand before following the doctor's finger which was pointing at Beca's third fracture.
"Jesus Beca, how hard did you hit that thing?" John turned to his daughter with a slight chuckle. The mood had lightened a little once Beca had been given painkillers for her hand and she was able to explain to her dad (and the doctors) what had happened.
"Jennifer's face or the lamp post?" She joked. If the fight was over anything else, John wouldn't have been happy at all for Beca turning to violence but since the circumstances revolved around Beca's sexuality, he was glad she had stood up for herself. Of course he knew he was still going to get called into the school for a meeting with the principal.
"So since you have a broken wrist, you will need a cast Beca but those two fingers will have to be in the cast too. This unfortunately means you'll only have your thumb and your other 2 fingers free. Which hand is your dominant?" Doctor Hadley asked and Beca scoffed.
"My left." The brunette huffed, looking down at her damaged hand.
"Oh dear." Doctor Hadley chuckled slightly at the teenager, feeling sorry for her.
"This sucks." Beca grumbled.
"You'll get used to it Bec, before you know it, it'll be off." John chuckled. There were on the road home and the teenager had not stopped complaining about her cast that restricted her from doing practically anything with her left hand.
"But I'm a lefty! I can only move three of my fingers, barely at that. I can't write, I can't play my guitar." Beca complained.
"Quit kidding yourself on, the only thing you're worried about is being able to hold your playstation controller." The man laughed and Beca sighed in frustration (he was right though.)
"It's not just that. The school talent show is coming up and now I've got a busted up wrist and fingers." The teenager huffed.
"There's nothing wrong with your voice though. You'll still smash it, get Jesse to play the guitar for you." He suggested and Beca rolled her eyes.
"I'm not allowed to sing." The teenager huffed.
"What do you mean?"
"Principal Adams said I shouldn't sing so I can give some of the younger kids a chance." She explained, tracing random shapes on her cast.
"Well I guess she has a point then. So what are you going to do instead?" He continued and Beca stared out the window.
"I can't tell you. I'm doing a performance with Jesse but it's a surprise. You are coming right?" Beca turned back to her dad. "I think Emily's gonna sing."
"Of course I'll be there." John assured, smiling at his daughter.
As soon as Beca got home she instantly got herself comfy on the couch with her iPad. She was lying down, a blanket draped over her whilst she rested her feet in her dad's lap, much to his annoyance.
"Bec can I ask you something?" John was balancing his laptop on top of Beca's feet, continuing to read through his emails as he tried to get her attention.
"Yeah." Beca replied but didn't lift her eyes from her iPad as she was too busy looking at handbags (she really needed a new bag ASAP.)
"Have you got a girlfriend?" He wondered, recalling back to the moment where he had to break up the fight between his daughter and step daughter.
Beca instantly looked up. "Well not anymore I don't." She mumbled before looking back at her screen.
"What happened? Why didn't we get to meet her?"
"Don't wanna talk about it."
"Fair enough but Beca you know I'm always here right? And I'd rather know who you're dating." John explained, taking off his glasses as Beca looked up again.
"I know but I'm not dating anyone so you don't have to worry." She grumbled, unlocking her iPad to return to her previous task.
"Just saying Bec." He sighed, putting his glasses back on.
The landline phone started to ring and John balanced his laptop on the arm of the couch before tapping Beca's feet to let him up. "It's your school." He picked up the phone off the table and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Good, you can tell them I'm not going in tomorrow."
Her dad faked a laugh. "Nice try." He disappeared into the kitchen and answered the phone.
Beca's ears pricked up once she heard the front door unlock. "Bec it's me!" She heard Jesse call (Sometimes John would regret giving the boy a key because sometimes he'd randomly find him in the house) before the boy swiftly entered the living room. "Dude! What the fuck happened?" He exclaimed, pulling his beanie off his head whilst pointing at Beca's cast with his other hand.
"I punched a lamppost and broke my wrist and these two fingers." Beca sighed, moving her feet so Jesse could take a seat.
"Hardcore." He laughed, gently taking Beca's cast covered arm and holding it in his hands.
"Jesse why are you here? You know I can't be fucking bothered with you, Benji and Emily right now." She scowled at the boy over the top of her iPad.
"That's why I'm here. Benji's helping Emily rehearse for the talent show so I'm also gonna apologize on their behalf as well as mine. Can we go up to your room?"
Beca exhaled loudly before reluctantly standing up. "Dad! Jesse's here, I'll be up in my room!" She called through before leading the said boy up to her bedroom.
"Beca, you don't know how sorry we are." Jesse began, climbing onto the bed beside her.
"It doesn't even matter anymore we broke up." The girl mumbled, twisting the bed covers beneath her fingers.
"What happened?" Jesse asked softly.
"Well we broke it off because you assholes found out." She spat out and Jesse looked down at his hands.
"You know you can trust us not to tell anyone right?-"
"Jesse are you fucking kidding me right now? You went through my phone without asking me, now you expect me to think I can still trust you guys?!" Beca exclaimed incredulously.
"Beca we know it was a dick move, we just thought it was going to be some girl from out of school...not our teacher. Please understand that we will never ever do anything like this again. I swear." Jesse took the girl's hands in his (well more like one hand and one wrist.)
When Beca lifted her head, Jesse could see she was silently crying and concern crossed his face. His instantly pulled her into a hug and she began to sob into his shoulder.
"Bec what's wrong?"
"S-she cheated on me…" It was still kind of a debate whether it was cheating or not because they did break things off...but not completely. So Beca was just really confused about it all.
Jesse just held her close whilst she continued to sob, stroking her hair and back in attempt to get her to calm down. "Beca, look at me."
Beca pulled away, allowing Jesse to use the sleeve of his hoodie to dry her eyes.
"I know you really like her, but if she cheated on you then she's not a good choice Bec-"
"I don't like her." The girl spat and Jesse furrowed his brow as he removed his hoodie and handed it to Beca. "I fucking hate her for what she did." She slid her arms into the long sleeves, enjoying the heat that came from the article of clothing (God Jesse knew her too well.) "I want to get back at her. Show her how it feels."
"Beca do you really think it's the best idea to have sex with some randomer just to get back at an ex?" The boy asked warily, running his fingers through his hair.
"I'm not going to have sex with anyone I'm just going to date someone else in front of her." Beca explained, the way she spoke was clear evidence of how much she wanted to get back at Chloe. "I need you to do me a favour." The girl placed her hands on Jesse's shoulders and looked him directly in the eye.
"I'm officially scared now. What's the favour?" He asked slowly.
"I need you to be my fake boyfriend."
"What?! Why me?" Jesse's eyes widened in shock.
"Emily is my sister, Benji is totally head over heels for Em and Stacie has a boyfriend. Dude I really need your help."
"Wait Stacie has a boyfriend?" Jesse asked as his heart sank. Everyone knew he totally had a thing for the girl.
Beca rolled her eyes. "Yeah he goes to college but that's not important. Jess will you please do this for me?" She pleaded and Jesse searched her eyes, instantly being brought back to the days where he had a raging crush on the girl in front of him. Oh how he would've killed for this moment back then, even if it was fake.
He shook himself out of his thoughts. "Everyone knows you're straight up gay Beca, how is anyone going to believe it?"
"Like this." Beca unexpectedly looped her arms around Jesse's neck and pulled him closer before her lips pressed against his.
Jesse felt butterflies in his stomach whilst his younger self did back flips inside him.
Beca on the other hand felt absolutely no attraction towards the boy as she pulled away unaffected.
Jesse finally opened his eyes and saw Beca looking at him with wary yet hopeful eyes. "Well?..." She asked slowly.
"It's going to take quite some time to plan-" Was all Jesse could get out before Beca hugged him, continuously thanking him over and over.
The perfect plan? Or the ultimate disaster? Who will be the one who really gets hurt out of this?...
Is this going to get back at Chloe?
I know a lot of you wanted Beca to get back at Chloe with Stacie but I don't want to drag her through all that trouble, I just want her to be one of Beca's friends that always has her back.
Now Jesse is the one being dragged into the deep end. Is this really a good idea to get back at Chloe? Beca's going to have to explain to everyone why she came out as gay not that long ago but now has a boyfriend.
The shit will probably hit the fan.