The light filtered in through tiny pin pricked holes, but in totality, it seemed overwhelming. She could see everything and nothing all at once, and even when she slammed her eyes shut, all she saw was this unyielding light. There was a slight beat in her mind, and she rode and danced along to it, a sweet melody she was sure only she could hear. It was soft and alluring, with a bass so low but distinct, and she strained to hear it, to feel it as it coursed its way from her toes upward. Beca opened her eyes again, and she felt outside of herself. She liked this feeling. She needed this feeling. She thinks of Al Greene songs and Lady Antebellum for some reason, she thinks of soft haunting sounds of Feist. She's coming up with a whole list of mixes just off this moment. It's a melody she can follow, something simple yet earth shattering. Suddenly, nothing else penetrated her mind, but she felt everything as if her pores had opened and cold air kissed them. The winding in the pit of her stomach, the slight pressure in her ears, and the tiny song that played were all from the same source.
She wondered why she couldn't feel this way all the time- this open, vulnerable, and exposed. Part of her wanted to be powerless, to relinquish that control to someone or something else. It was liberating, intense… and before she could think of anymore words, the coil that had wrapped tightly in her core unraveled fiercely and loudly, and Beca's hand dove down into the brown hair of the boy who was now feather kissing her inner thighs.
God, she was going to be late for Chemistry.
The orgasm shot straight through her and she was completely undone. He really does know how to use his mouth for the most beautiful things. She appreciated it, even when she's being her usual sarcastic edgy self, she knew he loved her and she loved him right back. So when he did things like set up a reason for them to detour to his room in the middle of the day because all the Trebles are gone, and he thought he left his wallet in his room and he needs it later, but then he pulls her to him while they were supposed to be looking for said wallet...and she's really appreciative of his creativity at this moment.
Beca just laid there, breathless and sated, as Jesse lifted himself upward, looking a little too smug that he made her cry out like that, and if she wasn't so intoxicated from his awesome activities on the sensitive parts of her body, she'd wipe that look off his face.
Right now, she just wanted to go to sleep.
"Hey sleepy face, you have Chemistry in like ten minutes," he replies, moving next to her.
"Like you care. We were just supposed to come pick up your ID so we could go to dinner right after class. Look at what that turned into," Beca sat up to pull up her panties and jeans as Jesse snickered.
"Oh. I almost forgot...again. My ID," he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the wallet. "Wow, look at that, it was with me the whole time."
She tried to slap his arm, but it lacked the energy or the sting to make a difference. She fell back to button her pants and catch her breath. "I really don't want to go to class."
She wasn't saying it to Jesse, but really to the universe. She didn't want to go to class, any of them really. School was becoming such a hassle. If she was the least bit interested in her classes, she could muster the strength to make it, but Chemistry was not her thing and she wasn't going to apply that in any form to her career goals. It was a waste of time and she could easily list other things that she could be doing instead.
Jesse was over at the sink brushing his teeth and gargling. She watched him from her position on his bed, wondering how well he was doing in his classes. The thing about Jesse was he was a go with the flow kind of guy, and she was pretty sure no matter how ridiculously unnecessary the class was, Jesse would show up.
He walked back over to her, "Nope. Get up."
"I don't wanna."
"I gave you incentive," he wagged his eyebrows as she glared at him.
He grabbed her hands and lifted her towards him. "Is that the only reason? I thought its because you lured me here under false pretenses and then decided I was lunch."
"Pretty much. Come on, I'll walk you to class."
On the way, they chatted about non sensical things. She liked that, Jesse was so animated, sometimes he could carry on a conversation by himself. They stopped in front of her Chemistry class and she leaned to kiss him goodbye.
"That's for, ya know...breaking me off," she teased. "You off to your film lab?"
"Thanks for catering lunch," he teased back. "And yeah, I have this partner who is really excited to work with me."
"Ah, that's because they don't know you. Give it time, they'll grow to be annoyed by you as much as I am."
"Clearly," he winked, brushing hair out of her face. "See you later?"
"Maybe. Bye," she shrugged playfully as he walked towards his class and she reluctantly went to hers.
After a busy week, Beca finally was able to lay out in the quad in front of her dorm, and just meditate. Her muscles ached, and she could feel the beginnings of a migraine happening. She just wanted to lay out in the grass, and just...do absolutely nothing but listen to her music, a new mixtape she spent way too much money buying.
For once, she didn't want to stress about teaching the girls choreography, or arguing with Aubrey about the pillars of aca-leadership, or listening to Stacie talk about how much her yeast infection is interfering with her dating. All Beca wanted to do was chill, and since she wasn't meeting Jesse until later, now was the perfect time to but on her headphones and drown out the world. So of course the moment Beca laid back and closed her eyes, feeling the fall sun on her face, she hears the most annoying voice looming over her.
"Tanning? I mean, as pale and pasty as you are, isn't that what vampires want? Translucent skin?"
She opened one eye to see Bumper towering over her, with that eat shit grin on his face. She followed her first instinct which was to ignore him, and turned up her music louder. If she drowned him out with a Flosstradamus mix, maybe he'll go away.
She forgot Bumper was one insistent hobbit, and he took the initiative to sit next to her. And just like that, her day was ruined.
As she pulled off her headphones, she laid a glare on him that could make a grown man shiver. "What do you want?"
"Why are you so hateful towards me? I mean, I know my personality is not the sunniest, and I know I use too much sarcasm to mask my inner demons, but I haven't done anything personally towards you, have I?"
She took his face in for a moment, knowing he's incapable of sincerity despite his little Oscar winning speech. " I don't like you because I don't like how you treat Amy and you know she likes you. I don't like you because of how you treat Jesse. I don't like you because of how you treat Benji. And...well, I just don't like you."
She laid a fake grin on Bumper. "Now go somewhere and leave me the fuck alone."
"You know, Beca, you and I, are very similar. I mean, I watched Aubrey drag the Bellas down with her inability to compromise, and her lack of talent...but you...no, you have it in spades. I've seen it, well...I heard it...okay, Donald sent me a clip on Youtube of your performance and I was impressed. I think we could help each other, you know what I'm saying."
"No," Beca replied. "Why would I help you do anything? Why am I even talking to you right now?"
"Because you care about Jesse and Benji just as much as you want to win this whole thing."
"I did it without your help last year," she shrugged. "I think I'll be okay."
"You're missing out. I know a way for both of our groups to maximize on the ICCAs. Get all of our names out there. We'll be all anyone is talking about."
Beca just wrapped her headphones up, giving up on spending anytime relaxing. "Speaking of, when will we get to hear your auto-tuned voice on one of John Mayers songs? I've been looking on iTunes. I don't see your name at all."
"Ah, that was mean. That...that one stung. How about this, I'll send you a copy so you can play it on the pity slot they gave you at the radio station. You know, the one with like, three listeners."
"That's nice they gave you a copy. Did you get that with your plane ticket when they sent you home?"
"Hmmmm," Bumper grunted, trying to formulate a comeback. "You and Jesse, right? Jesse, he's such a nice fellow. A real nice guy. I don't like him...but the other guys do. How's that working for ya? He's so positive and you're probably like cutting yourself and watching Tim Burton movies because you like being depressed..."
"You can get up and leave now," Beca said sternly.
Bumper thought better of pushing the subject further. "Fine, fine. Don't say I didn't offer you a chance to keep your title. I mean, I have hundreds...okay...dozens...well about five of them, under my belt. I know what it takes to win."
"I'm sure."
"You must like losing."
"Ya know, Bumper, I'm going to go back to my room, and watch as much CSI and Criminal Minds, that I can, and then I'm going to kill you and bury your ass in the dung heap of the nearest zoo if you don't leave me alone right now," Beca growled as Bumper stood up, his hands spread out as if to surrender. "And stay away from Amy you piece of crap!"
He turned and shook his head before running in another direction. Beca's eyes followed him, a sense of gloom forming over her. What was Bumper planning? She should have turned him down?
"I heard you were threatening Bumper," Amy grinned, leaning on the piano as the girls wrapped up their practice.
"Did he run and tell you that? " Beca smirked. "Really, I just don't get you two. You can do so much better than hooking up with that little troll."
"Yeah but we don't really have in depth conversations and nothing. I mean, I could care less how Bumper feels about politics or the results of Dancing with the Stars, if you know what I mean. He's strictly around to invade my sandy beaches, if you catch my drift."
Beca grimaced at the thought of Bumper and Amy. "Ew."
Just then, one of the freshman approached the girls. Beca was trying to work with the girl on getting the choreography right, she had watched the freshman have an internal breakdown and she felt her pain. They barely won the Riff Off, thats to a nice save by Cynthia Rose and Ashley's rendition of an N'Sync's "Bye Bye". The freshman girls were still green, and Beca wanted to make sure she worked with Marty and got her on point with the songs and the choreography. Aubrey, in all her obnoxious glory, did point out what Beca saw, the potential was there but Marty had to put in all the work. Marty was the typical Southern Belle, spoiled and annoying, but she could sing if she got her shit together instead of bitching about the notes.
"I'm so sorry about this Riff Off thing," Marty sighed.
"Don't be, it's supposed to be for fun. I mean, haven't I made it fun, for you guys to practice I mean?" Beca looked over to Amy who made a face. "Really, have I been that much of a dictator?"
"Just a little bit. Like, its like you're a mini Aubrey," Amy tried to make her feel better. "I mean, I don't want to kick you in the teeth yet."
Beca seemed shocked by this. She wasn't aware she had been so overbearing in her routines. Well, she didn't think the CD compilation of 80s and 90's hits were too much, or the random pop quizzes. She thought when Jesse chided her on being the Hermoine Granger of A capella, he was speaking more about her wit and not her obsessive nature. Suddenly, she felt bad for her treatment of the girls, but it was all in good spirit. "Oh shit, that's not cool. I...I didn't know I was that bad."
Marty shrugged. "We were this close to staging a takeover."
"What? I was not that bad. Seriously. Jeez..."
"Don't sweat it, when you're not torturing me with a Katy Perry cover, I was wondering could you help me with something else?"
"Me help you?" Beca looked at a confused Amy and then back to Marty. "Okay, sure, I guess. A leader helps. How can I help you?"
Marty stood straight and took a deep breath. Seemed serious. "Right, okay so there's this guy..."
"Oh, no. No...no. I suck at relationship advice," Beca shook her head. "Ask Amy."
Marty turned to Amy who merely said, "Always put out. Only advice you'll ever need."
"Okay, nevermind. Don't listen to Amy," Beca shook her head at Amy's advice.
Marty gathered her thoughts and then looked seriously at Beca, "Okay, really, there's this guy I have a super huge crush on. I want to approach him because it's been two weeks since they paired us in a lab together and he hasn't made a move. I just need someone to tell me how to approach this guy. He's older and hotter than all the guys I'm used to dating. I mean, his smile, gah, it's the shits."
"Wow, some smile," Beca rolled her eyes and Amy chuckled. "So go talk to him."
"It's not that easy. He's like, older and more mature. I don't want to seem like a total Becky in from of him."
"Let me take a wild stab at this. You want me to check this guy out for you, don't you?"
"Just as a segway," Marty nodded, this time more enthusiastically.
Beca could not help with this. She had to be lead into her own relationship. "No. Do I look like E-harmony?"
"Beca, puhlease...I'll do anything."
"No. I can't. I'm not even good with guys. Besides, this is college. Guys don't care, as long as you are breathing, they will bang you."
"Come on, what else can I do to get you to help me? I really like him Beca."
"Ugh, god," Beca scrubbed her face with her hands, and then looked annoyed at the doe eyed freshman. "If I do this, will you practice more?"
"All the time. Everyday. All day. Even in my sleep."
"Such a liar. He's that cute?"
"Biebs hot."
"Wow. The Biebs...he's off the scales," Beca mocked, gathering her things. "Well if he's that hot, how can I say no?"
Marty hopped up and down, clapping happily.
Beca thought for a minute."Fine, I'll talk to him. Who's this hot Bieber looking guy?"
"Yeah, if he's as hot as a Canadian prepubescent singer, I surely want to meet him," mocked Amy.
Marty could barely contain her grin. "Jesse. His name is Jesse."
**Uh oh! Sorry it took so long. Last semester of Grad school is a bitch and a half.**