Oh. My . God. I am sooooo fucking sorry. Another month! I've been so busy lately and just now thought of this. So here's this chapter, my Hansel and Gretel chapter will be added soon, and I'm getting ready to bring this one to a close. Maybe 2 more chapters? Like after the party and an Epilogue? That sounds good to me(:

and its kind of a filler chapter.:/

Beca POV:

I elbowed my way through the mob of dancing strangers with stray tears still running down my face. There was definitely more people here than Chloe's estimation. Either that or the fact that my townhouse pales in comparison to Aubrey's mini-mansion.

The two followed close at my heels, still apologizing for the numerous bodies crowding my living room. The playlist I had set up smoothly transitioned from 'Just the Way You Are' to 'Thrift Shop' and a few people cheered for the chart topper. I spun on my heels, almost knocking my closest friends over, before dismissing them to fill up the chip bowl or get some people out of the cramped space. I continued on for my search for Jesse, passing by Amy 'pirate dancing' and Lily, well, being Lily. Finally I found him in the corner, talking to Donald. By the look I gave the dark-skinned boy he knew he needed to shuffle off. Jesse looked at me weird but didn't take my expression and puffy eyes into consideration. Probably hoping to avoid the tender subject, that he had no clue about, until after the celebration.

"Hey! This par-", his sentenced was cut off my my lips attacking his. I pulled our mouths apart and gazed into his eyes.

"Lets go upstairs." I needed to do this before it was too late. I grasped his hand and tugged, pulling us in the direction of my room. I made sure that none of our friends noticed and took the stairs at a quick speed.

We turned into my dark room and I slammed the door shut, locking it immediately. When I turned around, Jesse was awkwardly sitting on my bed, hands in his lap. He took notice in the fact that he had my attention.

"What are you doing, babe?"

His words phased me from my trance and brought me back to reality. I almost stopped myself before feeling my phone in my pocket. I walked in his direction, only stopping to rest my hands on his tensed shoulders. "Just relax.."

I started massaging, softly at first, but getting rougher as time passed. When Jesse peered up at me, I looked down and leaned in.

Our kiss was soft and gentle at first, but got needy and sloppy very quickly. I tasted a slight amount of alcohol on his tongue, not much, but enough to get him to go through with this. I pulled my legs up and straddled his thighs and his lips moved from mine down to the hollow in my neck.

A low moan escaped my lips before I could stop it and I was super embarrassing, until Jesse looked at me with a new level of love and lust clouding his brown eyes.

"You know how much I love you right?"he asked. The question almost sent me over the cliff of emotions, but I held back the tears and told him I loved him back.

I sat, wrapped in Jesse's arms, staring straight ahead. I gave him all of me and now I'm going to take it all away. Painfully.

I didn't know how I was going to tell him. Tears were starting to form in the corners of my eyes and before I could stop it, one rolled down my left cheek, the side closest to Jesse.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you regretting this? Oh god, I'm so stupid. I should have stopped myse.." I stopped him, mid-sentence by shaking my head and grabbing my phone.

I unlocked it and opened iMessage, showing him the text from my mother.

Mom: Beca, I am so sorry I let this happen. I've never seen you do happy and with so many loving friends. But the thing is, your dad is asking for you to move down there. At first I was against it, but if you go down there for your junior and senior year then he will put you in college for free. I couldn't deny you of free college. I'm sorry Beca.

I watched his face change from confused to depressed. He averted his eyes from the screen and looked at me. We were both speechless and he just hugged me tighter to him.

Sorry it's so short. The negative effects of writers block(of course there are no positive effects...)

were in the home stretch!(: