A/N: Because I have this headcanon where Beca and Donald play Clash of Clans and Jesse doesn't.
Jesse was sure Beca wasn't paying attention to him again. He pointedly stared at the side of her head as she furiously tapped away at her phone. Jesse narrowed his eyes and paused the movie. Still, no reaction from Beca.
"Dude. You're not even pretending to pay attention right now," he accused.
"Mmhm."
"Okay, this is seriously getting out of hand," Jesse mumbled. He pulled out his cell phone.
Jesse: what the fuck, dude. you're ruining my life.
Donald: ?
Jesse: that stupid game. she's been ignoring me.
Donald: yo man, don't hate. war is war. gotta win, bro.
Jesse: i hate you
Beca finally looked up and acknowledged Jesse's presence. "Oh. Sorry. Donald just said you were complaining."
"What?! You respond to Donald? I've been sitting next to you!" Jesse stared at her incredulously.
"Well, it was in game. Calm down, these are like, 3 minute rounds. I'm all yours now. I just had to get my attack in since the war just started," Beca stated. She locked her phone and put it face down. "See? All yours." She leaned her head against Jesse's shoulder to appease him. He sighed and wrapped an arm around her.
"I should've never introduced you to Clash of Clans," he mumbled as he unpaused the movie.
"You could play with us. Donald runs a pretty tight ship."
"I know. He kicked me out because I wasn't playing enough. Ass."
"Like I said. You could actually, you know, play."
"Whatever. This game is so three years ago."
