Strangers in the Night
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 3: Conversations
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: Chapter 3! Reviews are a little slow for this story and I hate being one of those people who beg for reviews, but I would really love it if you all would let me know what you think! A lot of Beca/Jesse talking in this chapter. I had to do the extended radio station scene dialogue, because it was perfect and amusing and the best way for Beca/Jesse to officially meet, as well as the picnic dialogue before the Riff Off, but I did add my own stuff in both convos. There is also a lot of stuff with the girls, too.
I've decided to stretch this story out longer than what I originally intended for it to be. I thought it is better as a longer fic. I don't want it to seem rushed.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
"Beca." Jesse, the bearded nerd as Stacie and Evan lovingly referred to him, said with a smile as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. Beca held back the eye roll, because he kissed her hand rather than shaking it like a normal person. He released her hand, glancing up and down her for a moment before smiling and sitting down in the chair opposite of her. "I like that. Beca. It fits you."
"It fits me? I should hope that my name fits me." She said, rolling her eyes at him and taking a sip of her drink.
"I don't know. There are a lot of people out there that don't really fit their names. Like my buddy over there," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the bar. "His name is Lionel. Like, really? What was going through his parents' heads when they decided to name him Lionel? It gets even worse! His last name is Allen. Lionel Allen. No middle name, just Lionel Allen. His name doesn't fit…doesn't fit together, doesn't fit him. I guess that's the beauty of nicknames, you know? We call 'im Bumper."
"Bumper? Tell me something; how'd y'all come up with the name of Bumper?" Beca winced slightly at the southern slang coming out of her mouth. She hated that she picked up some of the slang and a bit of the accent from her time in Georgia. She much preferred her Philly accent to Atlanta accent (mainly, because Philly meant she was 'home' with her mother and her family, and Atlanta meant Barden University, a strained relationship with her father, the step-monster Sheila, and her time in a cappella group, like the loser that she is). Jesse grinned wider at her hint of southern slang.
"He needs to have bumpers when we go bowling like a child."
"What if I told you that I need to have bumpers when I bowl? Would you call me a child?"
"Well, you are about the size of one from what I can tell so…" She rolled her eyes at him. "Tell me do you shop in the kids section of clothing stores?" It took all of her effort to refrain from smiling at him, because she was being a bitch, and he was taking it in stride. Plus, he was actually a little funny and charming. Just a little, though. "So, what's your deal? Are you one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious? Then, she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike, and you realize she's been beautiful the whole time."
"I don't wear glasses."
"Then, you're halfway there."
"Wow." Beca shook her head, biting her bottom lip to hold back yet another smile. "That's the line you're going with? Really?"
"I thought it was pretty good. Most girls would love to be called beautiful."
"Yeah, well, I'm not most girls."
"Yup, you're definitely not. You're better."
"You're a weirdo." She said, shaking her head in disbelief at Jesse. It was the perfect word to describe him. He didn't give a shit about her surliness; in fact, he seemed to thrive off of it.
"Yeah, I am." He sat back, taking a sip of his beer. "And so are you. It's a good thing we're going to be best friends…and/or lovers." She couldn't keep the chuckle in anymore, shaking her head at him.
"Please don't say lovers." She closed her eyes for a moment. "Ever again."
"You know, I wouldn't pass this up. Once I get my big break, I probably won't have any time for you." He said grinning, lifting his left leg to balance his ankle on his right knee as he relaxed completely into the chair, making himself at home in the hotel bar like it was his apartment or something.
"Oh, wow. No, I didn't think there was a way for you to be less attractive to me, but congratulations. You've managed it."
"Just wait. You'll go all squidy and drape yourself all over me. It'll be fun. You'll see."
"You're pretty full of yourself."
"I'm pretty awesome." She laughed openly, her head falling back and her eyes shut. When she finished laughing, she shook her head at him. This guy was a total nerd, like she thought, but he was amusing and charming. "I like your laugh." She bit her lip, giving him a shy smile as she looked away, hating that he made her blush. "I like you."
"No, you don't."
"I do."
"You don't even know me. If you knew me, you wouldn't like me."
"But, I do like you, so…" She shook her head at him, taking a sip of her drink, not meeting his eyes. "Have dinner with me." It wasn't a question, nor was it a command. It was simple a statement. She shook her head again.
"No," Beca said quietly, staring into her drink. From her peripheral, she saw Jesse's ankle fall from his knee, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he held his beer bottle in both hands.
"C'mon, Beca. Have dinner with me." She shook her head. She couldn't have dinner with him. If it weren't for this stupid dare, she would probably have taken him up on his offer, slept with him, and then never spoke to him again. He was amusing, sweet, fun: boyfriend potential, the kind of guy that every girl wanted as her boyfriend—every girl, but her. While he would make the perfect boyfriend, he also had the potential to break her heart. She hated that Chloe was right…that she was scared of falling for someone and getting hurt. She was also scared of what would happen when that stupid dare was over. What happened when he found out that she was using him to prove to her friends that she could give commitment a shot and to not hump-and-dump like a guy? It would be so much easier if the guy was an asshole. It would be so much easier to say goodbye at the end of three months (or sooner), but Jesse wasn't an asshole. Well, he was, but not a real asshole, more like he was annoyingly confident in himself.
"Jesse, I can't." She said, taking the final sip of her drink and setting the empty glass on the table. She smiled sadly at him, grabbing her work bag, and stood up, phone in hand, already sending a text to Chloe (and, by default, Evan) to tell her that she was leaving. She knew that Stacie and that tall Indian friend of Jesse's were probably well onto the second tumble in bed in one of the hotel rooms upstairs, so she didn't even bother to send the text to her. "It was nice meeting you." She said quietly, not looking at him as she walked away.
"Beca, wait—" She didn't turn around though. She kept walking, straight out of the bar towards the entry lounge of the hotel. She hid behind a pillar, waiting for Chloe and Evan to close out their tab and say their goodbyes to the people that they were talking to by the bar. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she saw that it was a text from an unknown number. She opened it, hoping that it would be Ramona White texting with a question about the paperwork that Beca had given her or saying that she wanted to sign with Wharton Records, but it wasn't. She rolled her eyes as she read the message.
7:42 PM Sat, Apr. 20
From: +12125552133
Your friend Stacie told me that you'd probably say no, so she gave me your name and number before I even talked to you. In case you haven't noticed yet, I'm pretty persistent. I will get you to go out with me. –Jesse
"Beca?" Beca glanced up, seeing that Chloe was staring at her in confusion, her head cocked to the side. "Why are you hiding behind a pillar?" She blushed, closing out the text and shoving her phone into the front pocket of her jeans.
"I wasn't. I was just waiting for you, that's all." Chloe stared at her for a moment with her eyes narrowed before shrugging it off.
"How'd it go? Are you guys going out?"
"Um," Beca bit her lip, leaving the protection of the pillar as she stepped closer to her best friend. "He…uh…he won't take no for an answer." Chloe squealed, hoping up and down while clapping her hands like a little kid.
"Yay! This is so exciting. When are you going out? Where are you going? What are you going to wear? Oh, my God! We have to go shopping! We could get you a cute new dress! Oh, don't look at me like that! You have to wear a dress on the date! Fine, a skirt at least?" Beca shook her head as Chloe chattered on and on as they left the hotel, Evan following behind them slowly, whining about how he soon had to kiss having sex with his fiancée goodbye for the next three months.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Beca cursed when Stacie yanked particularly hard on a knot in her hair as she was combing through the tiny brunette's freshly washed hair. "Fuck! That hurt!"
"Sorry! I just don't understand how your hair came out even more knotted and a mess than it did going into the shower!" Stacie snapped, combing through the tangle more slowly and gently. "Why the hell isn't Aubrey here to do your hair? It is her job after all. You know…celebrity hair and makeup stylist? I'm good with the cuticle care, not hair care."
"Yeah, well, I didn't want her here since this is all her fault." Beca said sourly, crossing her arms, glaring angrily into the mirror at herself as she sat in her bra and underwear on a chair in front of the mirror over her dresser in her bedroom.
"Too bad, I'm here anyway." Aubrey's voice came from the doorway, and Beca turned her glare towards the blonde as she sauntered over to Stacie, taking over. "You need to spray the detangler on Beca's hair first. It's always been like a robin's nest, so she needs detangling spray like a little kid." The blonde reached for the spray off of Beca's dresser and began spraying and combing through the tiny brunette's hair. "See? Easy as pie. What are you wearing on the date tonight?"
"I'm already dressed." Beca said, and their two sets of blue eyes locked in the mirror as the brunette waved her hand over her nearly nude body. "Don't you like it? I thought I would give him a show of what he has to wait three months to have." Aubrey rolled her eyes.
"You're such an idiot. I need to know what Chloe has picked out so that I can match your hair and makeup."
"It's on the bed. Chloe laid it out for her earlier before she ran home to fuck Evan her last few times. It is the designer black skinny jeans, the black strappy sandals, and the loose, flowy white blouse with the tie at boobs." Stacie said as she gripped Beca's right hand in her left hand as she painted her finger nails black one-handed. "Don't move your hand, Beca, or I will get the nail polish everywhere." Stacie told her.
"Why are you wearing a white shirt if your bra is black?" Aubrey asked, pausing from pining sections of Beca's hair to the top of her head.
"Apparently it's not that trashy to wear a black bra under a white shirt." Beca said, shrugging her shoulders. "I think it's only fair that I torture him just as much as I'm being tortured by not being allowed to have sex for three months." Aubrey rolled her eyes.
"It'll be worth it. Ask Josh." Beca raised her eyes brows.
"Really? You made him wait three months?"
"Six, actually." Aubrey said, refocusing her attention on Beca's hair. Stacie made a choking noise almost dropping the nail polish brush onto Beca's floor.
"What?!" Beca said with her eyes wide as she studied the blonde in the mirror.
"Yeah, well, after things with Eddie and I didn't really work out, I decided that I was going to give up men for awhile. Then, I met Josh, and we hit it off, but I was still reeling over the fact that my douche bag ex-boyfriend gave me..." She mumbled the word quietly, making Stacie roll her eyes.
"Oh, God, just say gonorrhea. It's not that hard. Eddie fucked around on you and gave you gonorrhea." Stacie said as she walked around the girls to paint Beca's other hand. "It is the first time that your ridiculous fear of STDs paid off when we all thought you just had a UTI from having too much sex. You got that shit cleared up and taken care of in like five minutes. You're fine."
"Eddie gave you gonorrhea? Where was I when this happened?"
"Well, I didn't tell you or Chloe. I just told Stacie, because she goes for STD tests all of the time. I was nervous and wanted her to go with me."
"No wonder you didn't have sex with Josh for six months…but shit…that's a long time. How'd you go without sex for six months?"
"Let's just say I used a lot of batteries…"
"Yeah, Adonis got quite the workout." Stacie winked. Beca raised an eyebrow at Aubrey.
"Adonis?"
"Yeah, like in Greek mythology. He was one of Aphrodite's lovers."
"You named your vibrator after Aphrodite's lover?" Aubrey blushed, making Beca laugh. "Nice."
"Oh, don't act like you haven't named yours. We all have." Stacie said, capping the bottle of nail polish. She grabbed a bottle of cooking spray, making Beca look at her with wide eyes. "It's for your nails—to get them to dry faster. Anyways, my pink vibrator, the big one," she winked at the girls as she sprayed Beca's nails. "That's named George, as in George Clooney. Then, I have my classic white one—that's Brad, as in Brad Pitt. Then, there's my bullet, which I've named Johnny, like Johnny Depp, because Johnny Depp is a nugget muscle-wise, but he's still super sexy."
"Please stop." Beca said, shaking her head.
"I agree. We really don't need to know about all of your vibrators." Aubrey said with a grimace on her face.
"Beca, what've you named yours?" Stacie asked, shrugging as she sat down on Beca's bed with a nail file in one hand, working on the nails on her other hand.
"Who says I've got a vibrator?"
"Chloe told me that she bought you one for you birthday our freshman year at Barden. I'm assuming you're on your third by now."
"What if I never even opened it?"
"Oh, please. People might not go out and buy their own, but if a free one gets handed to you, you're gonna use it." Stacie said, rolling her eyes. "So, what did you name it?"
"I didn't name that vibrator, or any other vibrator I may or may not have." Beca said, watching as Aubrey dried and curled and pinned and straightened and sprayed (she didn't get the whole point of straightening hair and then going back over it with a curling iron) her hair.
"Well, after tonight, you're probably going to start calling it Jesse." Stacie grinned, dropping the nail file into the bag of nail supplies that she brought with her that was sitting on the floor by her feet. She pulled out a bottle of hot pink nail polish and began reapplying it to her nails. Beca sighed, pouting.
"I can't believe you're making me do this." She moaned, pressing a hand to her forehead. She grimaced at the greasy feel of her fingers. "Shit, when can I take this crap off?"
"Oh, you can wash your hands now." Stacie told her, not looking up from applying the fresh coat of nail polish on her fingers. Aubrey pinned a piece of Beca's hair to her head and told her to hurry back.
When Beca reseated herself on the chair, she heard her front door fly open. "I'm back! I'm sore! I can barely walk! I'm most definitely satisfied!" Chloe's voice called through the apartment as they heard the door shut and footsteps make their way towards Beca's room. The redhead arrived in the doorway, her hair tossed in a messy bun on top of her head (clearly not brushed), her face flushed, dressed in a man's shirt (with or without a bra, the girls weren't sure) over a pair of striped Capri pajama bottoms, and a pair of flip flops on her feet. She was limping slightly, which made Aubrey and Beca laugh, whereas Stacie shot Chloe a thumbs-up. "Why aren't you dressed? Isn't he gonna show up here in like five minutes?"
Beca glanced at the clock and cursed under her breath. "Aubrey, I haven't done my makeup yet. Are you done with my hair yet?" Aubrey rolled her eyes, sliding a bobby pin into a portion of Beca's hair and running her fingers through the loose parts lightly.
"You're done." Beca's hair was in loose curls and pulled off to the side, twisted in an intricate pattern and pinned into place. It looked really good. "Can I do your makeup? It'll be faster."
"Fine, but you do it the way I want it done."
"Uggh! I hate how heavy handed you are with the mascara and eyeliner. Seriously, you look like a fucking panda!" Aubrey said, which earned her shocked (and amused, in Beca's case) looks from the other girls. "Sorry. I'm just saying that sometimes a lighter eye looks good." Beca rolled her eyes.
"Do what you want, I guess." Aubrey grinned and moved in front of Beca, quickly applying a light layer of makeup—white and light gray eye shadows, black winged eyeliner, black mascara, light pink blush, dark red lipstick.
"Done." Aubrey said, grinning. "And, it only took me ten minutes. I'm proud. It's a new record."
"Where's Jesse?" Chloe muttered as Beca quickly dressed herself. She studied herself in the mirror—she still looked like her, but a mature version of herself. She dug through her closet to find her small black purse, tossing in the red lipstick, her credit card, her cell phone, her keys, and a pack of breath mints. She figured that she had everything she needed (minus three condoms, which she usually kept in her purse, but Aubrey would have freaked out about the dare if she had tried to put those in the bag).
"I'm not sure," Beca said as she packed up the purse. "Maybe he's running late?" When she was finished packing up her bag, she crossed her arms as she stared at her friends. "I don't want to do this."
"Oh, my God, Beca!" Aubrey groaned, falling back onto the bed. "Would you shut up about it already? You need to get over it. You're going on a date with a nice guy, from what I've heard from Evan and Stacie, and you're going to have fun. Quit complaining and just deal with it!"
"I don't want to do this! I just don't understand why you're making me go through with this! It's my life—my business. If I want to be a spinster for the rest of my life, I can damn well be a spinster for the rest of my life!"
"Just give it a chance!" Beca's phone started buzzing from inside her purse. She quickly pulled it out.
"Is it Jesse?" Chloe said as she bounced on the bed slightly before wincing at the pressure it put between her legs. "Fuck, Evan really went to town on me tonight. I'm going to be sore for days, I think."
"Mmm, that sounds delish," Stacie said, fanning herself with her eyes closed.
"Jesse said he got caught in traffic and he'll be here in ten." She sighed. "I hate that he's picking me up. It's so old fashioned. The weirdo insisted that he pick me up for the first date. I responded that the feminist in me insisted to pick him up for the date, and he said that I could buy us dinner if I wanted to."
"He's making you buy him dinner!?" Aubrey said, frowning.
"It's not that big of a deal, Aubrey. He's not making me do anything. I'm glad he's letting me buy us dinner tonight, because it gives me a little bit of control in this bullshit situation that I have no control over and don't want to be involved in."
"He should be paying for dinner and picking you up and driving you home and holding doors for you and a bunch of other shit. It's what men are supposed to do."
"Remember how I said that you were putting feminism back sixty years? You just knocked shit back to the eighteen hundreds with that." Beca said, rolling her eyes. A few moments later, she heard a knock on the door. "Stay here!" She said, pointing a finger at them. "Lock up when you leave."
"Hell no, we're waiting right here to hear all about it!" Chloe told her. "I'm gonna take a shower though, because I think I smell like sex."
"You totally do. It was getting me hot and bothered. I might call Jesse's friend, Donald." Stacie told Chloe. "I'm probably not going to be here when you get back."
Beca chose to ignore her slutty friend and headed out of her bedroom towards her front door. She took a deep breath before she opened the door to her apartment. She blushed when Jesse let out a slow whistle as he looked her up and down. "Miss Mitchell, you look stunning. I'm so glad you finally agreed to this date. I feel like the luckiest man in the world." He pressed a hand to his chest as he leaned his side against the doorway. She rolled her eyes at him before she took in his appearance: khakis, a black button up, and nice shoes. He looked good, and it appeared that he trimmed up his face some, making the scruff look neater.
"Oh, my God! Where's the camera? Our little Beca's going on her first date!" Stacie crowed, making Beca turn beet red, glaring over her shoulder at the taller brunette. Stacie just winked. Aubrey was chuckling beside her, her mouth hidden behind her perfectly manicured hand.
"I hate you. I literally hate both of you. The only one I like right now is Chloe, and that is because she is currently naked in my shower, trying to wash away the stench of Evan." Beca pointed a finger at them. "You two better behave, or I'm calling the police and telling them that someone broke into my house."
"Shut it, Beca. I'm Aubrey. Jesse, right?" Aubrey said, coming forward with a hand stretched towards him. "Really, Beca, you're so rude. Invite the guy in." She rolled her eyes, pulling Jesse through the door the moment his hand started to shake hers.
"Um, hi, Aubrey. Stacie." He nodded his head to Stacie who waved a hand at him before she dropped on the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. She turned it on and began flipping through the channels.
"Seriously, between you and Stacie, I'm so embarrassed." Aubrey said, shaking her head and sending a glare between the two brunette women.
"You're acting like you're the one going on the date. Do I need to remind you that you're married? I mean I could totally call Josh and tell him that you're trying to step out on him. He did tell me that he had that dream about me the one time…we could run off together and you can have the nerd." Beca said, opening her purse to grab her phone. "He's number two on my speed dial. We talk every night when you're in the bathroom for your night care routine that takes forty-five minutes."
"Hey! Do not make fun of my night care routine. It takes work to look this good." Aubrey said, waving a hand at perfect appearance. Beca rolled her eyes.
"Pssh! Aubrey, all you need is a good fucking, and you look good for the rest of your life. Case and point, moi." Stacie pointed a finger at herself, her eyes not leaving the television. "Becs, you got any good porn? Chloe smelling like sex got me turned on. I'm so glad I bring Johnny with me everywhere." Stacie said, making Beca start laughing at the horrified look on Aubrey's face.
"You carry a vibrator in your purse?" Aubrey asked her in a high pitched voice.
"Um, yeah…always. You never know when you need to scratch that itch." Jesse cleared his throat, making Beca laugh harder.
"You're scaring him, Stacie."
"If he wants to date you, he should get used to it."
"Beca, I borrowed some of your clothes. Mine smelled like Evan." Chloe said, limping into the living room, dressed in a pair of Beca's pajama shorts and a tank top (with no bra), combing her fingers through her wet red hair. "Hi, Jesse." She grinned at him. "Where are you and Beca going tonight?"
"Hey, uh, Chloe, right?" She nodded her head. "Um, I thought I would keep it relatively simple and relaxed—it took a lot of effort to get Beca to go out with me, so I figured that being chill would probably be my best bet."
"Very smart. Beca's a runner." Stacie said, from the couch. Chloe dropped onto the couch beside her. One of her hands was buried inside of Beca's bag of potato chips.
"Want one?" She asked, offering the bag to Stacie. Stacie smiled, reaching her hand into the bag to grab a chip.
"Dude! You have your own food at your apartment that you share with your fiancé. You have your husband to go home to and try to make a baby with. You have some stranger to pick up off the street for a quickie in the alleyway. All three of you, get the fuck out of my place!" Beca pointed a finger at each of them as she addressed them, jerking a thumb over her shoulder at the door. All three women scoffed and continued to do what they were doing before.
"So, what does keeping it simple, relaxed, and chill mean exactly?" Aubrey said, crossing her arms and staring at Jesse with an eyebrow raised, her lips pursed.
"Um, I was thinking dinner and a movie. You know, the classic first date." The girls all giggled, and Beca crinkled her nose in disgust. Jesse glanced between the four women. "What?"
"Can we do something else? We could relive my parents' divorce. Or visit a gynecologist."
"I hope you don't mean that as a euphemism." Aubrey said, pointing at Beca, who rolled her eyes.
"Why would she use visiting a gynecologist as a euphemism for sex?" Chloe said around a mouthful of chips. "There is nothing pleasant about visiting a gynecologist."
"I don't know…if the speculum is shoved up there right, it can be a fun experience." Stacie said, shrugging her shoulders. The three girls stared at her in horror. "My lady doctor is one hot silver fox. He's really good with his fingers." She winked at other four as she popped a chip into her mouth.
"You're such a whore." Aubrey said, shaking her head. "I seriously cannot understand how you have not gotten an STD."
"Hey, I keep my shit clean. There was this one time that my lady doctor did tell me I shouldn't have sex for three weeks when I was a freshman in high school, but I didn't listen to her."
"And you're in med school?" Aubrey said, shaking her head.
"Well, I was a freshman in high school and dumb then. Now, I wait at least a week." Stacie waved her hand at Aubrey, acting like it is no big deal.
"If you left now, I wouldn't blame you." Beca whispered to Jesse, who just chuckled and nudged her shoulder with his.
"They're hilarious. It's like watching a perverted tennis match. It's awesome." His tone and face became serious as he looked at down at her. "So, do you not like movies or something?" He said. Beca just stared at him, and his jaw dropped open. He looked at the other girls desperately, and they all chuckled at his horrified expression. "Like any movies? What the hell is wrong with you? How do you not like movies? Not liking movies is like not liking puppies!" Beca rolled her eyes.
"They're fine. I just get bored and never make it to the end."
"The endings are the best part!"
"They're predictable. Like, the guy gets the girl, that kid sees dead people, and Darth Vader is Luke's father."
"Oh, right, so you just happened to guess the biggest cinematic reveal in history?"
"Vader in German means father. His name is literally Darth Father." Beca chuckled. Jesse just shook his head.
"Huh. So, you know German. Now I know why you don't like fun things." She grinned at him, amused by his reaction to her not liking movies. "You need a movie education. You need a movication, and I'm gonna give it to you."
"I like pornos. Do they count?" She tried to keep a straight face, but his grin only made her start giggling.
"You're bad news, Beca Mitchell." She ignored the whispered "they are so fucking cute!" from Chloe, the not-so-quiet whispers from Stacie wondering what kind of porn Beca liked to watch, and the choked gasp from Aubrey over Beca's discussion of porn with Jesse. "I'm giving you a movication, but not tonight. If I want you to actually agree to go on a second date with me, I will refrain from the movication. Next time, you, me, popcorn, juice pouches, and a movie."
"Juice pouches? What are you twelve?" Beca scoffed, but she couldn't help but think that he was charming and their movie date would probably be kind of fun—purely because she could spend the entire night harassing him by complaining ad nauseum about how much she hated the movie. "It's a surprise, really, that you don't have a girlfriend."
"Beca!" Aubrey shrieked. Jesse just shrugged Beca's rude remark off.
"I'm gonna let you in on a secret." He said quietly behind his hand as he leaned towards her. "There is this one girl. She's beautiful, funny, sexy, and very sarcastic—perfect, really. Thing is, I only met her a few days ago. We gotta work up to the girlfriend thing." Beca blushed, looking away, trying to keep the embarrassed smile off of her face.
"Let's just go, weirdo." She said, waving goodbye to the girls and marching out of the apartment. He followed her into the hallway, guiding her onto the elevator with a hand pressed firmly against her lower back. She took a deep breath and let it out discreetly as he focused his attention on pushing the button to bring them down to lobby on the first floor. Shit, she was in trouble. Why did she agree to go on this date (and do this dare)? She was such an idiot.
Author's Note: Beca's kind of annoying in this chapter. I'm sorry for that. She keeps complaining about going on this date and following through with the dare, but we all know if she really didn't want to follow through with it, she wouldn't have to, no matter how much Aubrey would gloat about it. She secretly wants to go on this date and to try this whole thing out, but she feels like she has to be vocal about how much she doesn't around the other girls, because she doesn't want to admit that she actually wants to go on the date and to see where things are going.
Let me know what you think. :)