Chapter Four

Dr. Joseph Mitchell sipped his coffee, enjoying the quiet, brisk morning air as he strolled across Barden's teacher parking lot. His morning had been peaceful, so far, but he knew it wouldn't last.

It was a Thursday. Everything horrible in his life usually happened on a Thursday. When he had been six, his father had been killed in a car crash on a Thursday; his wife (now ex-wife) had kicked him out of the house on a Thursday; and his divorce had been finalized on a Thursday.

It had been a thirty odd year streak of bad events happening on Thursdays' and he had a feeling that this one was going to be a challenging one. At one point in his life, he had even questioned whether he had some Gypsy blood residing somewhere in his genealogy because he had a sort of sixth sense when it came to foretelling challenging events in his life.

As he crossed the quad, he found himself stopping dead in his tracks as he saw-well— he was not sure what he was seeing.

It looked like a young man, collapsed on the grass, wearing only woman's underclothing and dark, black words written across his posterior- "Bella's can kiss my ass". Joseph tilted his head, squinting slightly, and pondered whether he should alert security or simply leave the poor boy to wake up when other students found him.

As he approached the young man, he realized he knew him- it was Bumper Allen. He had Bumper in one of his literature courses a few years back and Joseph had taken an interest in Bumper due to his incredible gift in script writing. Bumper had been a rather talented writer and, from what Joseph had heard, he had gotten permission to continue onto his doctorate at Barden.

Dr. Mitchell cleared his throat, bent down next to Bumper (whose loud snoring probably would wake himself up if let alone) and tapped his shoulder.

Nothing. Bumper actually gripped the grass as if it were his blanket and nuzzled the ground with a vaguely drunken grin on his face.

"Mr. Allen," Joseph said, rather loudly, into Bumper's ear. That time, a bloodshot eye opened, and then blinked in confusion. Bumper raised his head off the ground, followed by rolling over onto his back. Joseph averted his eyes from Bumper's lower half because, well, that thong did not cover much on a male.

"Wonder how I ended up—-ohhh," Bumper mumbled, rubbing his hands over his face. Then, he seemed to remember that he was in the presence of someone else because Bumper cleared his throat and awkwardly said," so can I borrow your jacket?" It seemed Bumper's typical confidence was not extended to walking across campus in woman's underthings.

Joseph would have simply admonished any other student for ending up in the quad with only women's clothing and clearly was still inebriated, but he was curious as to how he ended up there with the proclamation of 'Bella's can kiss my ass' scrawled on his ass.

"Here," Joseph shed his jacket and held it out to him. Bumper, without any embarrassment, stood and stretched before putting on his larger overcoat.

"You're Beca's father right," Bumper cocked his head to the side as if it was a casual occurrence to wake up in minimal clothing in the middle of the quad with a professor standing over him.

"Er- yes," Dr. Mitchell prided himself a rather vocal individual, but at this moment his words seemed to be stuck in his brain.

The morning chimes rang from a nearby church and Bumper's eyes widened.

"Late! Oh shit, am I late!" Bumper cursed, bolting across the quad without even glancing back at Dr. Mitchell. Several early students, clutching their coffee and stumbling with bleary eyes, simply took a half naked man running across campus as if it were an everyday occurrence.

So what did his daughter have to do with Bumper ending up in the middle of the quad? Yes, she was a Bella- and if this disturbing incident had anything to do with Bumper's cross dressing experience—then he'd like to get her word on this subject before it leaked across campus and into the Dean's office.

Dr. Mitchell glanced at his watch and decided to take a quick trip to his daughter's dorm room. Thank goodness she had a single thing year so he wouldn't feel guilty at waking her up at 7 a.m.

He didn't even bother to knock on the door—he'd learned long ago that knocking was pointless when it came to Beca. She usually had her music blaring in her ears and never heard the curtesy knock on the door anyway. Her dorm wasn't too far from the central buildings and he would simply make a quick stop in to see how she was adjusting to her first week back at Barden. She'd been avoiding him since the day he had dropped her off and he barely saw her beyond sighting at her usual spot on the grass with Jesse (her not boyfriend who Joseph knew was head over heels for his Beca).

But now he wished he had knocked.

There was this not boyfriend, Jesse (now deemed public enemy number one in his fatherly book) laying in his daughter's bed, clearly shirtless…and hopefully nothing further than that, but his eyes followed a trail of clothing that led from the first steps into the door to the bed and that fleeting hope was dashed from his mind. HIs daughter, whom would forever be the ten year old girl he had been forced to leave behind, had her head positioned on his bare (and admittedly muscular) chest, hair mused and makeup sneering under her eyes. His arms wrapped around her thankfully blanket body. Both were asleep, looking content, and Joseph felt something akin to shock keeping him glued at his position in the doorway.

Until a bang from next door caused Jesse's eyes to flutter open. At first, pubic enemy number one seemed confused, his eye brows knitting slightly, and then a smile started to grace his feature when he realized who exactly was weighing down his chest.

Until he spotted Joseph- and Jesse's face went white and a noise that sounded like a strangled cat erupted from his throat. They both simply stared at each other, both frozen in shock and (in Jesse's case) fright, before Beca stirred.

She's never been a gracious morning person. She stretched, the blanket shifting and Joseph adverted his eyes from her naked form (this damn Thursday was just full on inappropriate naked moments) before her eyes landed on her father, standing in the doorway, and she let out a screech.

"OUT!" Beca squawked, pulling the blanket almost up to her neck, causing a shift in proportion of blanket and Jesse, public enemy number one, was left to almost flash Joseph. Joseph turned abruptly on his heel, feeling his face erupt in a bright red flush and he felt anger stirring in his chest (and perhaps some jealously because what college student would have such a damn muscular upper torso?). He slammed the door behind him and decided that this Thursday was probably the oddest and naked filled one he'd ever had.

Beca stared at the door, the blanket still clutched to her chest, feeling her own face beginning to flush. Her hands clutched the blanket as she recapped the last few minutes- her damn father standing in the doorway the first thing in the morning, Jesse's white face- and then she seemed to snap out of her daze when she realized one simple fact- she had grabbed a large portion of the blanket in her panic. Jesse was sitting up at this point, looking at her with those large, beautiful brown eyes, seemingly concerned for her almost catatonic expression. Beca felt her eyes fleetingly dip down, taking in his naked form in the early morning light. She could hear Stacy and Amy's cat calls in her head (Damn girl! You hit that. Look at those abs- and this shoulders- and look at his—) and she cut off those thoughts as she tried to keep her eyes in an upward position.

"Well," Beca began, feeling vaguely awkward, "good morning to you."

Lame, Beca, real lame, she scolded herself. Nice job with eloquence. You just slept with him, after a whole year of making eyes at him and denying your feelings, and that is what you say. Good morning?!

Jesse's face had begun to gain some color from its previous white. And, thankfully, that smile reappeared on his face.

"Well, good morning to you too." A slight pause, before he added, "how are you?"

"Good," Beca felt that this conversation was rather surreal considering how close and personal they'd been last night. Their typical banter and easy going conversation seemed foreign to her right now. "Uhm, do you want to- uh- get dressed?" Beca felt a twinge of disappointment as soon as she uttered her words. She wanted to lay there with him, enjoying his company in the early morning, simply listening to their own breathing and naked bodies pressed up against each other.

She'd never had any steady relationships in high school and her first time had been at a drunken senior year party. She barely remembered who it was but it hadn't been anything beyond her own way at getting back at her mother; the mother who had forbid her to date throughout high school because she did not want her daughter to end up heartbroken by another man. Rather hypocritical of her, considering her mother brought back a new (and progressively younger) man back to their home every few weeks. It had been a rather drunken effort on both their parts and Beca had barely felt anything beyond disgust afterward. The boy's fumbling hands had not given her pleasure or feelings of comfort and his sloppy kisses were tinged with beer and other recreational drugs. It had been over in mere minutes and she'd been left to clean herself up afterward, feeling disgusted and glad that her first time had been someone she did not care about or would bother to ever see again.

But Jesse, she wanted to see again. Over and over- it scared her sometimes when she would wake up in the morning, excited to see his smiling face and chipper attitude. Would this-thing- that had happened between them ruin their tentative relationship. She had not meant to sleep with him. No, she had been surprised when his lips had pressed up against hers, but her instincts and lust had taken over. His capable hands had made her body explode with heat and shiver in delight. She remembered that his eyes, usually so wide and delighted, had been darkened with just as much wanting as her body had been feeling.

God, she would never need to fantasize about what it would feel like to have his lips on hers, hands running over her body, and his body weight pressing her against her own bed, when now she had a vivid memory imprinted in her brain.

"Bec," Jesse brought her out of her mussing. She realized she was still clutching the blanket against her chest and Jesse had not moved. He looked concerned; and rightly so because she had been staring out into space for more than what was usually socially acceptable. "I asked if you were okay… I don't want to intrude but I would, uhm, like to stay here with you for awhile."

Oh, bless Jesse and his large heart. And possibly his mind reading ability. Beca felt an actual smile grace her face. It was something she usually found came out whenever she was in his presence.

"Here," Beca covered him with more of the blanket and, surprisingly, he settled down like he usually did- as if he were at home in his own bed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her close.

"So, how many drunken pictures do you think will be on Facebook by this afternoon? I think Bumper will have everyone beat." And with that simple opening, Jesse dispersed the awkwardness that had been permeating in the room since she'd opened her eyes and seen her father standing in the doorway of her dorm room.

The Bella's looked rather worse for wear when Beca finally showed up for their morning meeting. Stacy was clutching her coffee in her hands and eyeing the trashcan in the corner of the room. Fat Amy looked drunk still, half passed out, laying out on three of their fold out chairs. Several of her Bella's were clutching their heads and moaning. All in all, Beca felt that Bumper may not have them beaten on drunken photos.

Until- "So, I left Bumper out on the quad tho morning in Stacy's spare undies." Amy held up her phone in triumph and even Beca couldn't help but take a peak. The photo had been taken at dawn; he was face down, ass up, with the thong riding up his crack. The words 'Bella's can kiss my ass' were written in Fat Amy's handwriting. Beca could help but laugh when Fat Amy showed them several renditions of the shot, some with her posing next to the passed out Bumper.

Beca was glad for the distraction because she felt that Stacy probably could smell sex on another person and had yet to hone in upon her. She seemed too occupied with showing off some of her blackmail worthy shots to the other Bella's.

"So, where did you go last night?" Damn Lily. Damn her new found ability to be heard by the rest of the Bella's. Ten sets of eyes were focused on her face. Stacy examined her face and then honed in on her neck- where she knew had several red marks. And then Stacy's eyes flickered over her body and then a triumphant grin erupted across her face.

"You got trebleboned!" Stacy crowed and high fived Fat Amy. There were groans from her other Bellas as they handed over money to each other. Fat Amy and Stacy gained at least fifty dollars in the few precious seconds after Stacy pronouncement.

"I-no—," Beca sputtered. She glared at the two and then, when eyebrows rose, she slumped in defeat and shuffled to the white board. No point in denying it at this point.

"Oh, was it not-good? Cause he looks like he would be good in bed. Very passionate." Stacy seemed confused. She was usually always right about her initial readings of a man's ability in bed.

"No, that's not it," Beca muttered, wondering why she even said that. She never in a million years would have thought she would be sharing her sex life with these girls. "But guess who decided to not knock this morning…' Beca trailed off.

And then the room was filled with laughter. Cynthia Rose was actually hunched over in her fit of laughter.

"Aw, sweet dingoes," Fat Amy cackled, "poor Jesse."

"Poor Jesse," Beca's voice reached a high pitch as she felt her annoyance rise, "its my father. I have to see him every damn day-on campus- family outings-summer time!"

"But, so does Jesse," pointed out Lily. "He is in my Lit 220 class with your father."

Beca felt herself go white and then, without caring for showing proper leadership abilties, she whipped out her phone and texted Jesse:

10:45

Weirdo- u have Lit 220 today…. I am so sorry

10:47

I feel like throwing up. I think ur dad will actually murder me if I step foot in his classroom.

10:50

God save you… At least you have Lily to save you. She ate her twin in the womb….

10:52

How do you even know that?!

"Holy crap- look at Unicycle and Aubrey!" Beca drug her eyes away from her conversation with Jesse. She was glad for the distraction from the Bella's focus on her sexual activities of last night. Thank god for Facebook and drunken photos.

Hello my dearest readers! So sorry it took so long for an update; I just made a career change and decided to do an online school instead of attending college. It had been a very stressful week, but I am back. I wanted to give you guys a sort of wrap up of the post party activities. Next time you will be getting some serious Jesse torture via Dr. Mitchell and some more of Bumper and Fat Amy- prank war perhaps? Tell me what you think!