What To Expect When You're Expecting Bechloe – The ReWrite!
Author's note: Hi all! So, as it's been so long since I updated the story last, I decided, perhaps a rewrite is in order. So much has changed in my life since that initial chapter, and my girlfriend knows how important this story is to me, to us as a couple, because it brought us together. My writing has drastically improved since I was sixteen, or at least I like to think it has. So without further ado. Let us jump in. Not a lot of things are going to change, aside from better writing, more detail, and longer chapters, as well as a change of POV – from first to third.
Chapter 1: Major Life Changer (Understatement of the Century)
"Yo, Becaw! Number two!" Beca rolls her eyes, but smiles, sweat dripping down her neck in the small space of the food truck. It was stifling in Georgia this time of year, but it would hopefully get cooler in the evening. But right now, in the midst of the afternoon, Beca felt like she was drowning in humidity. It made her miss Seattle, with it's rainy weather and cool days. The Radio Station was closed for the summer, and so it left Beca scrambling for a job in the meantime – and a food truck (it had been Amy's idea), worked well. They served at local concerts or events, and she got to keep tips.. and Amy? Well. Amy got to keep food. She was happy.
"It's coming," she yells back. The food truck vibrates with the bass of her newest mix blaring out of the speakers, and as the crowd waits for their food, they lightly sway to it. Beca would be lying if she said she wasn't still living off the high of their big win just a month ago.
Originally, Beca had said no to Jesse's idea, but he eventually got her to help one evening, and then more often. The money was slow at first, but Beca, surprised everyone when she took up full chef duties, rather than just register, tired of seeing Jesse burn nearly everything they sent out. She had learned a great deal from her mother, and living off of Ramen wasn't her idea of a good time, and so she cooked a lot in the communal area in the dorms. Plus it got her away from Kimmy Jin.
The order is handed over to Jesse in record time, and the customer tips for not being kept waiting. It was a good give and take – Beca worked quickly and efficiently, and got tipped more for it. Hours pass like this, until it's time to pack up for the evening.
Beca packs up her laptop first, it was her baby, after all, putting the bag over her shoulder. She had noticed Jesse had seemed somewhat off later in the evening, swaying a bit in his movements, but she figured it was from the heat and lack of water. She raps on the truck with her knuckles, yelling out to Amy, "She's good to go, Ames!"
"See ya later, bitch! Don't be late!" Comes the loud, boisterous reply. She expected nothing less from Amy, and she drives off, at first on the wrong side of the road – she flinches when Amy nearly runs into another car… Amy really needed to get used to driving on the right side of the road.
Jesse bounds up to Beca, raising a movie in his hand with a grin, "Oh Becaaaa," he sing-songs.
"No. Hell no." Beca immediately declines. She had reached her limit of movies for the week – honestly, probably her entire life – at this point. "I already have plans with the Bella's. We haven't really been able to since summer started," she explains. The frown that had crossed his features has suddenly turned into a scowl.
"You're gonna be with Chloe, aren't you?" He huffs out, pouting like a child, his arms crossed angrily. Beca gives him a confused look. Last time she checked, Chloe was a Bella, so why the hell wouldn't she be hanging with the redhead? This, to her knowledge, had never been an issue before, but she notices how he sways again.
"She's a Bella, Jesse, so yeah, she's gonna be there? What's the issue?... Have you been drinking?" She asks, and winces when her wrist is suddenly harshly grabbed in his large hand, jerking her toward him. "Jesse, what the hell!"
"What if I said I didn't want you near her anymore, huh? Would you even fuckin' listen?" She can smell the liquor on his breath, and she jerks her head away, already feeling her wrist start to bruise. She hadn't been near a drunk Jesse since Hood Night, and then he seemed like a fun, dorky drunk. Not… not this.
"I'd tell you to suck it," she spits out. She wonders, briefly, when he had started drinking? It must have been while she was focusing on the food during rush hour, perhaps taking swigs from a bottle between breaks. It didn't matter, right now, she just knew she needed to get the hell away from him. With the retort, his grip tightens, and she feels her bone protest – if there wasn't a bruise already, there certainly would be one now, and she hisses. "Dude, fucking let go!" She tries to kick at his shin, but he shoves her roughly against her car, where she had finished putting her laptop bag in the backseat when he had swayed over to her.
"How about, you shut that mouth of yours, or put it to good use," he snaps, and Beca's eyes widen, and she grows frantic, shoving at his chest, desperately trying to get this mountain of muscle away from her. In her panic, she swings, her fist connecting with his jaw roughly. He jerks away in shock, holding his jaw, his lip busted, and he spits blood on the asphalt. Was this really just the alcohol, or had he taken something else that she wasn't aware of?
Beca pants, holding her wrist. She watches as his eyes darken to nearly black in his rage, the sweet brown she had associated with him nowhere to be seen. Perhaps a punch hadn't been the best approach, but how the hell else was she going to get him away from him? A smack wouldn't have had him step back. She tries to sidestep him, to get away fully, but the back of his hand suddenly leaves a blinding pain across her face. Her vision goes white, and she finds herself spitting blood just like he had, and she briefly considers spitting in his face. But before she can do that, he grips her chin and pushes her firmly against the car, his eyes narrowed as he breathes out roughly, his face against her neck, "You're gonna shut the fuck up, and be good – you've been a shit girlfriend lately, and I think it's time we fixed that, Beca." He roughly bites at her neck and she cries out, feeling him harden against her as she starts to struggle, and he roughly grabs her hip with his free hand. "Kick me, and I'll slam that little head of yours against this car so hard it fucking dents," he warns, but Beca doesn't listen, bringing her knee up harshly into his groin. He stumbles back, holding his crotch as he cries out, cursing loudly.
Beca fumbles in her pocket as she tries to get into her car, needing to get away, and now. But in her panic, she drops the keys, cursing loudly, she had just grabbed them when she feels a hand in her hair, the roots being grabbed painfully tight, and she cries out, her hands flying back to claw at his hand before her face is connecting with the door, her vision going dark, her body going limp in Jesse's arms. She can't even whimper as he hoists her up and carries her into the woods.