Chapter 51:
I laid down the pregnancy test on the sink. These fifteen minutes would change mine and Jesse's life forever.
Minutes passed, and the time was up. I was hesitant towards the bathroom. I carefully stepped closer and closer and reached for the white stick. Positive.
My mind was racing. How was I to tell Jesse? It was only New Years! I still had a cappella, spring break, graduation, and not to mention my dad. Focus, Beca. He can wait. Focus? Who am I kidding-neither of us were expecting this.
It was literally five thirty in the morning and Jesse was asleep. Everything was just happening so quickly, I don't know how to react to anything right now. I sat down on the closed toilet lid and whimpered silently.
"Beca?" a voice called from the opposite side of the closed bathroom door. It was Jesse. He opened the door after he didn't hear any reply. "What's wrong?" he asked. I looked up at him and back down. His eyes drifted to the test in my hands. Jesse removed the stick and inspected the two lines that represented our future. He looked as if he were about to puke.
"Jesse…" I breathed in despair. He dropped the test and sprinted out of the bathroom, leaving me like he never said he would.
I sat up quickly in my bed, sweating, and unaware of the tears pouring from my eyes. It was just a dream, I thought. I shuffled my feet from the covers of the bed and checked the clock; it was four in the morning. I looked around and observed my surroundings, realizing I was still in the vacation house. I glared down at myself and noticed I was only wearing a bra and underwear. I should probably change.
I quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom since there was no possible of falling back asleep. When I emerged from the staircase, I was washed with a memory of last night. With visual, I saw empty cups and bottles everywhere, Amy curled up in the fireplace, Donald and Stacie under a blanket-I'd rather not check under there-and Bumper was... hugging an empty bottle of vodka? Strange shit happened last night, and I honestly don't remember most of it.
I played with the engagement ring on my finger and smiled warmly. That made me think about my dream. The worst dream I had ever dreamed. I shook the violent memory away and proceeded into the kitchen. I took out a tea bag and ran hot water over a cup.
As I was drinking my hot tea, I heard footsteps approaching the room I was in. I stood up too fast, but I regained balance after a short time. When my blurred morning-vision cleared, I recognized the person who had trotted down the steps to be Chloe.
"B-Beca?" she squinted her tired eyes.
"Chloe? Why are you awake?" I asked.
"I kept waking up so I came down for a drink… what's your excuse?"
"Bad dream," I responded.
"Want to tell me about it?"
I paused for a moment and muttered quietly. "Not really." She looked down at her toes, silently understanding. I took a sip of my tea to clear the awkward haze. "Wanna sit outside?"
"Sure," she agreed. "But we may need a jacket."
When we opened the back door, a cold breeze shivered down my spine. Snow was constantly falling from the sky and sticking to the ground with ease. Chloe and I brushed off a few seats and sat down. Both of us stood right back up due to the icy cold seats. "Grab those towels," I instructed. She did as I said and handed me one. We spread the towels over the seats and sat down again, successfully this time.
Jesse's POV:
I rolled over on the bed so I was facing Beca, but then I realized she was absent. That was unlike her. I looked at the clock and checked the time; seven in the morning. Now, this was highly unlike her. I threw the sheets off of my body and sat up. My hands rubbed on my eyes to help me wake up. I stood up, stretched, and walked to the staircase which is when I realized that Josh's door was open, too. I peeked in and saw Chloe missing. Hmm.
"Josh," I approached him. He wouldn't wake up, so I tossed my hands over him and shook violently.
"W-What! Jesse! Dude! I'm awake!" he screamed. I stopped shaking him. "Where… Where's Chloe?"
"I don't know. Beca's not in bed either."
"God damn my head hurts," he rubbed his throbbing head.
"I think they're outside. Wanna come?" I offered.
"Sure. Just let me get a jacket… and water."
When we approached the back door, I saw two shivering girls; one brunette, and the other was ginger. Beca and Chloe. They both had snowflakes in their hair. I silently eased open the door and covered Beca's eyes with my hands.
"Morning beautiful," I said. She captured my wrists and forced them off of her eyelids.
"Morning Jesse," she smiled up at me.
"You girls must be hungry," Josh guessed.
"Starving," Beca and Chloe answered in unison.
"Jesse?" Josh winked at me.
"Surprise breakfast is now cooking!" I screamed. We both ran inside and commenced cooking.
Beca's POV:
About ten minutes later, I could smell the delicious scent of breakfast cooking. Chloe and I walked in and approached the guys. "How much longer?" I sighed.
"About twenty more minutes until everything is ready. Sorry Becs," Jesse frowned.
"There's a Starbucks down the street, you and Chloe could get us coffee?" Josh hoped.
"Sure. We'll be back in a few. Come on, Chlo," I dragged her outside.
As we were walking to the coffee shop, two guys would not take their eyes off of us. They hounded our footsteps and stopped us in our tracks. "And where are you two sexy women off to at a time like this?" the broad, lofty, brown-haired guy asked.
"Starbucks. To get coffee. For our boyfriends," I deadpanned.
"Maybe you could take a break from them and get a little closer to us." The other guy, who was a tad shorter and a leafy blonde, looked at me with lust.
"Maybe you could hike up your panties and realize that she's married and I'm engaged. We aren't interested. Leave us alone," I looked the blonde one in the eyes. They gave up and continued walking. Before long, Chloe and I turned around and flicked them off. I guess it could have been worse.
We arrived at Starbucks only to find that there was no line. Perfect.
"What can I get for you girls?" the nice lady asked at the desk.
"Two gingerbread lattes, a peppermint frap, and a vanilla bean latte, please," I ordered for the four of us. A few minutes later, the lady gave us our coffees and we headed back to the lodge.
**Three Weeks Later**
Stacie and I sat down in our seats inside the classroom and tossed our bags under the desk. Today was going to be a long day. "Let's see… how many days until break?" Stacie sighed as she took out a pencil and began taking notes on the lesson.
"It's the end of January, spring break is the last week of March, so a little less than sixty," I said endlessly.
"Ugh," she groaned. "At least we get a few days off for semester break."
"And, we're seniors. We'll be out of school and be rewarded with something worse! A job, which means we still have to wake up early."
"When do we get a break from all this shit?"
"When we retire."
"And this is why I wish I could retire young." Stacie ran her fingers through her hair in distress.
"That's the spirit," I joked. She punched me in the arm and I pretended to be hurt.
"Sarcastic asshole," she laughed. I pushed her hard enough so she fell out of her seat.
"At least I'm not on a first name basis with gravity." We both sat and laughed until we were interrupted by our teacher.
"What's so funny, Ms. Conrad?" Mr. Robbins asked.
"Why do you only call on me? She's obviously laughing, too," Stacie blamed me.
"I only hear you," he folded his arms.
"That's because you have fucking ears," she muttered.
"What was that?"
"Did I stutter, Mr. Robbins?" Stacie and I started laughing again. He unfolded his arms and began reading the Promethean board again, hopelessly giving up.
When the bell finally rang from the three hour class, Stacie and I were the first ones out. We were planning to meet Donald and Jesse when they drove to our building and get lunch at Chili's. I was texting Jesse during class, but he wasn't responding. Little nerd, trying to pay attention in philosophy.
It was at that moment that I got a call from the hospital. As my phone was ringing, Stacie and I looked at the caller ID. She flashed her eyes as a sign of worry. I unlocked the phone and held my breath to the device. "Hello?"
"Ms. Mitchell. I'm sorry to tell you this, but it appears that Jesse Swanson and his friend Donald got in a car accident. You and Ms. Conrad need to come as soon as you can."
Alright, so since I probably won't update before Christmas, Merry Christmas! Sorry I don't update that often, I still have to read a book for English over break. Thanks Ms. Kostelecky. But yeah Merry Christmas and Happy New Years (: please leave a review :D
