She was sure all couples had their fights. But she doubted they fought two days after they got engaged. She doubt they fought about something like this. But here she was, sitting in her almost empty dorm room in the Bella's house. She leaned back, her head slowly knocking against the wood frame of her bed. Her bed smelled like him. And for that she was grateful. It hadn't been a big deal at first, mostly because they hadn't thought of it.

"We should tell your mom first." Jesse had mumbled as they watched A Year Without Rain, and she had been surprised.

" Jesse, I thought I told you I was done with her.

"You shouldn't shut you mom out."

"You've met her. She's horrible."

"She should still know her only daughters engaged."

"It's not like we're throwing a wedding anytime soon."

"Still."

"Just stop trying Jess."

"I don't want to."

"Jesse you don't understand ok. You don't know how awful she is."

"Yes I do."

"You didn't grow up with her for 18 years."

"That shouldn't matter."

"Look, just don't ok."

"No!"

"You don't own me."

"I know that but I also know that if you don't tell your mom you'll regret it."

And honestly he should have stopped pushing the issue there.

"You aren't me ok! You don't understand!"

"Look Beca, we're engaged to be married. If you don't settle whatever is going on between you and your mom, it'll effect us."

"How does my mom have anything to do with this?!"

"Beca, sweetie..."

"Don't you sweetie me." She had stood up and ran out, sobbing.

She twisted the ring on her finger. Slipping it off and setting it on her desk so she could take a shower. She leaned back, tears threatening to overflow as she sat under the hot water. It had been three days, three days too long. But this was his mistake not hers. And she refused to apologize for something she didn't do.

Jesse was standing outside the Bella's hall bathroom, waiting for Beca to finish showering so he could apologize. He heard her soft sniffles as the water was turned off, and a towel enveloped Beca stepped out of the bathroom. Her hands were holding the towel up and she was mumbling lyrics

"I can't win, I can't reign, I will never be the same." She mumbled softly head down. He noticed how beautiful she was first. Her hair tied into a soaking wet pony tail. Then he saw her hand, her bare left hand and his stomach lurched. Where was the ring. Was this really the end? He didn't understand.

She shuffled down the hall, continuing the lyrics and he watched her go, his voice suddenly lost. She came out twenty minutes later, a tee shirt and denim shorts. Her hair now in a messy bun. She was sucking on a juice box and her left hand was shoved in her pocket as she walked down the stairs.

Beca reached up to swab her forehead of the moisture, her ring gleaming. She dint know if she should wear it, but even as she sat in the shower she felt like something was missing without it. He followed her down the hall, her head phones around her ears. His heart dropped when she turned around, suddenly noticing him.

"What do you want Jesse?"

"So this is the end? Seriously Beca! You can't just give up on that. And you could have at least returned the ring if you were gonna get rid of it anyway!" He said in one breath. And then he was confused, she started shaking.

Reaching her left hand out of her pocket, she revealed the ring on her finger. Sliding it off in one full swoop she placed it in his hand.

"If you wanted it back so badly you should have fucking told me." And she turned and ran off again damn he was getting used to seeing her retreating back.

"Beca wait!" He called down the hall but it was fruitless. She was long gone. He reached up and scratched his head, how could he have messed this up so badly.

His next move was to go to her class, he stood outside the door when the class dismissed. She shoved right past him and hurt filled his eyes, she dint even look over her shoulder. He knew he'd see her at the station later on, if she showed up.

Low and behold she did and he entered when ear back was to him. He reached out and took her shoulder.

"Hello."

"What are you doing here?" She snapped as he grabbed her shoulder.

"Trying to return the ring I bought for my fiancé to its rightful owner."

"The jeweler is that way." She scoffed and as she tried to walk away he grabbed her again.

She turned around, desperately wanting to kiss the shit out of him. And the sight before ever was not an expected one. He was back on one knee. She threw her hands up.

"Beca, I saw you without it on."

"When I left the fucking shower."

"Yeah, looking back it was an ill conceived idea. But it hurt, and I've never hurt like that before because i realized i need you Beca. I don't want you, I need you. My life is empty without my movie hating fiancé."

"You should really stop pulling these movie things. Jerry Maguire."

"Please?"

"You had me at hello."