A few more sophomore year chapters then, I'll start JR/SR year story.
We all got back to campus and I leaned over in the truck and kissed Jesse," Wanna," I kissed him again," Spend the night?" I kept kissing him. I didn't even give him a chance to answer, but I knew the he wanted to. I could feel Jesse smiling while I kissed him.
"So?" I pulled away from him and smiled. I started to walk to the front door.
"You think I'm going to say no?! After that kiss?!" He smiled and practically yelled as he closed the car door and ran up behind me.
We went inside and no one was downstairs and the house was quiet.
"What do you say we go upstairs and" he moved his fingers up and down as if he were making quotations around his next word,"watch a movie?"
I only smiled and took his hand as we walked up to my bedroom.
The following morning I woke up and my entire body hurt.
"Damn Beca. You are covered in bruises." Jesse said poking me as I lay next to him
"Oww!" I yelled as Jesse poked the black bruise on my thigh where Fat Amy shot me.
"Next time, you can be on my team. I won't let anyone shoot you." Jesse said as he kissed me
We got dressed and went downstairs "Hey Turd munchers!" Amy yelled from the kitchen.
"Oh my gosh! Bumper!" I said in a panic walking towards him. He two black eyes because Amy shot him with the paint ball gun. Jesse started laughing when he saw Bumper.
"It doesn't hurt" Bumper replied pushing my hand away from his face.
"I know how to keep my bitches in line Beca." Amy said laughing and smacking the back of hand against her palm pretending to back hand slap someone.
"That is so mean Amy!" Stacie said coming down the stairs and putting cold peas in Bumpers face.
"I'd never hurt Donald like this" Stacie continued as she babied Bumper. Donald walked into the kitchen and kissed Stacie.
"Oh god! You two make me sick!" Amy and Bumper both yelled at the same moment
The following weeks The Bellas worked hard in rehearsals and limited our time with The Trebles so, that we could get our heads in the game. If I wasn't in English class or at the radio station I didn't even get to see or talk to Jesse. I was starting to miss him.
I missed his laugh, his smile, his eyes, his cologne, and his voice. I miss waking up every morning and Jesse meeting me at the front door to walk me to class. The Trebles practiced in the mornings and The Bellas practiced in the evenings; our schedules were complete opposite, but I knew tomorrow I would be able to see him all day at the ICCAs.