Strangers in the Night
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 15: Girls
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: So, I've been thinking about changing the song that I'm going to use at the end of this story. As much as I love me some Sinatra, I think this story would be better fit with another song. I know which song I want to use in place of Strangers in the Night, but I'm not sure yet if I will officially do it or not. I need to give myself another chapter or two to decide. This one's a long one. Enjoy!
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
"Why are you making me watch No Strings Attached?" Beca asked from where she was stretched out on Jesse's couch dressed in one of his t-shirts over a pair of bikini-style underwear. She pretty much spent all of her time at his place in next to nothing since they got back together. She ran a hand through her hair, watching him as he brought over a couple of beers, setting them down on the coffee table in front of her.
"I'm making you watch it, because it's funny." He put his hands on his hips, looking down at her. She shrugged, settling further back into the couch, taking up all the space. He rolled his eyes, bending over to pick up her feet and sliding beneath them. She sighed when he began stroking his fingers along her bare legs, making her skin erupt with goose bumps and sending shivers up and down her body.
"But I already knew what was going to happen. Boy and girl fuck like bunnies, break up because she falls for him and he's a commitment phobe, and then he suddenly realizes that he's totally in love with her. They live happily ever after." She rolled her eyes. "Shit like that is what makes girls stupid, whining bitches who think that the asshole they drop their panties for is going to sweep them off their feet, and they will spend the rest of their days in pure bliss with him. Except for you. You're not normal. You're a freak of nature, actually. I should actually be concerned about the fact that you lack the typical nature of the apathetic twenty-something male. Are you a stage-five clinger? If we really break up, should I be concerned that you're going to stalk me and break into my apartment for articles of my clothing and build a shrine out of my hair, used tissues, and used floss found in my bathroom trash can?"
"Wow. You're so cynical. And, I'm offended that you're calling me a freak of nature and a stage-five clinger-stalker. Besides, I thought we already established that I'm a former bearded rapist." He shook his head, squeezing her ankle in his hand. She chuckled, squirming when he stroked his fingers along the underside of one of her feet, making him grin. She rolled her eyes, because she wasn't normally ticklish on her feet, except when the touch was feather light, like he was doing then. "Also, you're wrong about this movie." He added, as he began massaging her foot, making her eyes roll back into her head, because, damn, that felt AMAZING.
"Oh?" She moaned out, earning a grunt of arousal from him in response.
"Yeah, because it's actually the girl who's the commitment phobe, so what do you say to that, Miss Mitchell?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, because why did he stop massaging her foot?
"This isn't the movie with Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake? I thought that was the movie about people who are friends with benefits? You know, the one Todd quoted?"
"Ahh, no." He shook his head. "This is a movie that came out the same year as that movie, which is called Friends with Benefits, by the way. No Strings Attached came out in January, whereas Friends with Benefits came out in July. The plot is pretty much exactly the same, except in this movie, the girl is the one who is apprehensive about having a committed relationship, rather than in the other movie—and pretty much every other portrayal of the friends with benefits thing—it is the guy who is the one with commitment issues. Oddly enough, this movie stars Ashton Kutcher, who was on That's 70's Show, with Mila, and he was actually her first kiss. She was only fourteen at the time, when all of the cast was supposed to be at least eighteen, but they let her be on the show, because they felt she was perfect for the character of Jackie. Ashton and Mila are actually dating now. They began dating during Ashton's divorce process from Demi Moore."
"Wow. You know, all you had to say was there were two movies." She shook her head. "I didn't need to know all of that." She rolled her eyes, nudging his thigh with her foot. "Seriously, do we have to watch this?"
"Yes."
"Fine, then I want pizza."
"We ate Thai food an hour ago. You were begging me for it when you got home from work and were on your way over here. You're hungry again?"
"No, but when I get bored, I will focus on eating greasy, fattening pizza rather than watching a lame movie." She smirked at him. "And, we'll have fun burning off all of the calories from the pizza in the form of giving me awesome orgasms from that hand of yours." He rolled his eyes at her.
"You know, we could burn more calories doing the real thing."
"Yes, that is true, but why not try to burn the same amount of calories it would take after having rather acrobatic sex once by giving me multiple orgasms in a row with just your hand?"
"You're trying to make me forget the movie and just take you to bed now, but it's not going to work."
"Or we could do it here. Since we've made up, we've spent most of our time in our beds, and we haven't even broken your couch in at all. I know my couch is getting lonely without the attention, so I can't imagine how your couch is starting to feel. It's probably getting a complex. Like, 'Why, Couch God, why won't they strip clothing off of each other and grind each other into orgasmic bliss on top of me?'" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You don't want your couch to get jealous, do you?"
"Of course I would hate to see my couch get jealous." He sighed, shifting her legs to climb over her body. She grinned up at him when he hovered over her, balancing his weight on his hands, which were pressed into the couch on either side of her. They stared into each other's eyes for a few minutes before he whispered, "hi."
"Hi," she responded just as quietly before she leaned her head up to flick her tongue against the tip of his nose. He groaned, pressing his lips to hers, and soon, his body had her pressed into the couch completely. His one hand tangled into her hair, while his other was cupping her hip. She threw her one thigh over his sweat pants-clad hips, holding his waist against hers.
A loud knock on the door made her groan as he pulled out of the kiss to look over his shoulder. "Do you think we manifested the pizza?" He joked as he pulled back, because just as quickly as the knocking had ended it, it started up again.
"Tell whoever it is to go away." She pouted when he pulled off of her body and then off of the couch. He tweaked her nose in his hand, making her slap his hand away. She bit her bottom lip. "Here's a little inspiration to get you back here quickly." She reached down beneath the shirt to pull her underwear over her hips and down her legs. She bent over to grab them and then stood up, not trying to hide that she was completely nude beneath his shirt now, which barely fell an inch below her ass. She reached up press a kiss to his lips, shoving the underwear into the pocket of his sweatpants.
"Fuck, Becs." He muttered, when she pulled back to drape herself onto the couch again.
"Now there's only one thing you need to take off me." He swallowed. The sound of the knocking on the door made him jump. He marched over to the door, throwing it open enough to see who was standing there, but blocking any sight from the hallway into the apartment. Probably because he didn't want anyone to see his nearly nude girlfriend.
"Kim, hi. What's up?" Beca's eyebrows rose when she heard Jesse's voice go up an octave when he saw who was banging on his door. She swallowed, standing up and crossing her arms as she watched the way he clenched the inside door knob tightly in his hand, making his knuckles go completely white.
"Hey, Jesse. I was wondering if you might want to come over. I ordered a pizza, but it's really way too much for me to eat on my own. I figured that I would share the wealth, you know?" She heard the flirty tilt in the blonde neighbor's voice. She also saw her boyfriend visibly tense and step back, which meant the bitch had the audacity to touch him or made him think that he needed to step more firmly into his apartment and away from her. She briefly blushed at the thought that she was jealous some girl was flirting with her boyfriend. She couldn't believe that she had one of those, nor could she believe that she was so freely thinking it in her mind when in the past the word practically given her hives.
"Oh, I'm a little busy right now, Kim. I appreciate the offer, but I'm gonna stay in. I'll see you around sometime."
"When?" Kim said, stopping him from shutting the door in her face. "When do you think we could hang out? I haven't seen you in the last few days—not since we got coffee. I know we're both really busy and all, especially you with having just moved and still needing to get settled in, but I would really love to hang out."
Beca blew out a breath. Okay, time to let Kim know that nothing was going to happen with him. She bent over, fluffing her hair into mess of tangles, hoping it looked similar to sex hair, and then pinched her cheeks before biting and sucking on her lips until they looked a little more swollen and red. She then sashayed over to Jesse's side, tugging at the shirt when the blonde took in her appearance, acting like she wanted to make sure nothing was revealed beneath the shirt. "Hey, Kim." She turned her attention to Jesse. "Is there enough pizza for me, too? I'm absolutely starving. This one has me working up quite the appetite." She bit her lip, faking her embarrassment. She then casually stuck her hand into his pocket, pulling out her underwear. "If we're having company, I'm going to need these." She then made her way into the kitchen to pull her underwear back on. She heard the blonde's stuttering apology of interrupting.
"That was mean." Jesse said, making her turn around and roll her eyes at him.
"Well, you weren't exactly making it clear that you weren't interested." She told him, crossing her arms to glare at him. "Mister 'I'm busy right now, Kim, but let's hang out some other time.' For a guy who loves throwing around the words girlfriend and relationship, you were a little tongue-tied there."
"Wow. You're really threatened by her, aren't you?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm not threatened by some blonde Barbie-wannabe." She said in a low voice.
"Bullshit. You practically walked up to her naked shouting, 'we were in the middle of having sex when you interrupted us,' except we weren't having sex."
"You were about to finger me. Same difference."
"Not quite." He rolled his eyes at her.
"Well, it involves you touching me intimately and making me have an orgasm, so yeah, I'd say it's pretty much on the same level as sex. It's a type of sex. Not all sex has to be fucking coitus." She said, using air quotes around the word coitus. "Why aren't you telling her that you're not interested? Is it because you are? Is it because you're waiting around for me to fuck up again so you can have a fling with your pretty neighbor?"
"Beca," he shook his head, taking a step forward. She shook her head, stepping back. She didn't want him touching her. Not now, when she was feeling vulnerable and stupid. She didn't want to be this type of girl. This is why she didn't do relationships. She hated being the idiotic jealous girlfriend. That wasn't her. "One, you're not going to fuck up again. You didn't fuck up before. Well, you fucked up as equally as I did, okay? Two, I don't want to have a fling with her. Three, I have no interest in her. The only reason why I didn't come right out and say that I'm not interested is because I don't want to hurt her feelings. She was really nice when I first moved in, and she invited me to get coffee with her, when she could tell I was miserable about you and what happened. She let me talk all about my girlfriend who I got in a massive fight with, and I had no idea whether we were together or if we were broken up. I kept talking about how I missed her and I regretted the things I said and did, and how I wished that she and I could just talk." She licked her bottom lip. "Then, you showed up at my apartment just as we were getting back from coffee, like fate or God or whatever stepped in. I think she knows that I'm with you."
"Is this really how girls are? Do they keep trying to needle their way into a guy's life even when they're with someone else?"
"You would know better than I do. You're the one with a vagina."
"Jesse, I'm being serious here. When I would hook up with guys, it's usually a onetime thing. Like, we meet at a bar and hook up, going our separate ways. You can always tell when the guy has a girlfriend or a wife, because there's either the indentation of a removed ring on a very important finger, or he keeps glancing at his friends, getting knowing grins and claps on the back. Those are the type of guys I want nothing to do with. I'm not going to be the reason why a relationship ends, even if it wasn't really my fault. When it's a casual fling that lasts more than once—like the thing I had with Luke in college—I always state that this isn't a relationship, just sex. I always make it clear that as long as we're fucking, he can't fuck anyone else, but that is purely because of a fear of getting an STD rather than wanting to keep him to myself. Then, it's over not too long after. But, are there really girls out there that purposely go after a guy when they know he's with someone else? Do they do everything in their power to split up a couple? And, for what? For one roll around the bed? For a relationship? Because if I were them, I wouldn't be thinking that some guy who cheats on his girlfriend or fiancée or wife is the catch of the century. If I were her, I'd be thinking that he's a dog who would probably cheat on me, too."
"Okay, I really don't want to hear about your past conquests and flings, because…yeah, I just don't want to." He held up a hand. "Secondly, I have no idea what goes through a girl's head when she does that kind of thing. I want to make one thing clear to you, though. When I'm with someone, I'm with someone. When it's over, it's over, and then I move on. I don't go after someone else when I'm in a relationship with a girl. Okay? You have nothing to worry about with Kim."
"Fine, then tell her that. I want you to march your ass over to her apartment right now and say the words, 'Kim, I am in a relationship with Beca. I'm not interested in you, so please stop flirting with me. It makes me uncomfortable.'" She pointed to the door. "Go do it, or I go."
"Oh, c'mon, Beca. Is this another breakup threat? I thought you told me that you weren't going to do that. You swore to me that you wouldn't make that threat unless you really mean it."
"I'm not making a threat about breaking up with you. I'm saying that I'm going to leave tonight if you don't tell her that nothing is going to happen between the two of you. I'm not going to just sit here with you, pretending like I'm not upset over the fact you won't tell some girl that she has no chance, because it's making me feel like she does. I don't like being this type of girl, Jess. Don't make me keep being it." She stalked past him towards the stairs to the upper portion of the loft, where her clothing was. They had barely shoved food down their throat before they found themselves in bed, doing a combination of making out, grinding, masturbation while the other watched, and touching one another. It's pretty much all they had been doing since they had gotten back together, with the only variations being the location (his place or hers) and the order of how they got each other off.
"Beca, I'm sorry." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist after she finished tugging her jeans over her hips beneath his shirt. "Don't go. I'll go tell her right now that nothing's going to happen. I don't want to make you upset or uncomfortable. You're what matters to me, not Kim and any feelings that she may or may not have for me."
Beca turned around, facing Jesse. She put her hands on his chest, leaning up to press a light kiss to his lips. "Thank you." She said when she pulled back. He ran a hand down the back of her head, pulling her forward to give her a tight hug and to kiss her forehead. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest. She hated being that type of girl, but she couldn't help but feel relieved at the honesty they were sharing with one another. As much as it sucked that the two of them had broken up, their conversation when they got back together had really helped them both be more honest with the other. While she did feel weird about being so vocal with him about what it was she was thinking and feeling, she couldn't help but feel relieved afterwards.
While he disappeared to go talk to Kim, she settled onto the couch, sipping her beer. Before he left, he insisted that they watch the movie, because he feared that the moment was ruined by Kim's intrusion. She thought he was just looking for an excuse to watch the movie, because she was more than willing to go back to what they were planning on doing before—if anything, she was probably going to try and be even more vocal that usual to really rub that into the skank neighbor's face, but that might be a little rough on the eight-something couple living on the other side of him. Then again, the last time she had walked by Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez, the old man winked at her and the old woman gave her a knowing smile. She had been sufficiently grossed out and refused to touch her boyfriend for a good hour and a half while he laughed his ass off in amusement.
A couple of minutes later, he returned, his cheeks pink and wiping at his mouth with his hand. She raised an eyebrow at him. "She kissed me." He told her, holding his hands up. She immediately stood up and marched toward the door, but he caught her by the waist, not letting her push past him. "Wait a second. You're not going to go over there and get yourself kicked out of my building by either verbally or physically attacking my neighbor. You're going to keep it together and sit back down, okay? I told her that I would appreciate it if she stopped asking me out, because I was in a relationship with you. She said she thought that I was being an idiot for dating a girl like you and that she could make me happy. She then kissed me. I pushed her off of me and said that I want nothing to do with her and that I don't want her near me. She knows I'm serious. Okay?"
"Jesse, she kissed you. I can't let that go. She's not allowed to kiss my boyfriend." He grinned down at her. "Shut up."
"No, because I like hearing you say that." She rolled her eyes. "Look, I just moved in and I'm not in the mood to attempt to find yet another apartment and to have to pay a shit ton of money for breaking my lease. I'll talk to my super to see if there is another opening on another floor, but until then, if it makes you feel more comfortable, we will spend most of our time together at your place, okay?"
"And what about the days when we aren't together?"
"Then, I'll invite the guys over or go to their places or hide in here like a little kid." She blew out a breath. "Or, you and I could make a habit of seeing each other every day." She bit on her bottom lip, reaching up to brush a finger over the tip of her nose. "I don't mean we have to spend the night together every night, but do what we did in the beginning, dinner dates and hangout sessions where I leave or you leave by ten or eleven on the nights that we're not spending the night at the other's place. Think about it, okay?" She licked her bottom lip. "We can still have time for our friends…we'll just make those the nights we have a sleepover."
"What are we, ten year old little girls? Sleepovers." She joked, rolling her eyes, feeling a little weird about the direction the conversation was going. She wasn't sure how she felt about spending time every day with him. She was sure she could make it through the dare if the two of them spent every day together. It was so much easier to put off sex when she didn't see him all of the time. Also, she was pretty sure she'd have a nervous breakdown if they spent that much time together, because she needed her space. She couldn't handle to see the girls every day, and they'd been friends for years.
"Too much?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. "We don't have to spend every day together. It's just an option. We spend four days a week together. That's fine by me. I'd love to be around you more, but if it's too much, then I'm fine with what I'm doing. Anyways, we can spend all of our time at your place, and I will hang out with the guys and hide out when we aren't together." She swallowed.
"We don't have to spend all of our time at my place, okay? We'll keep doing what we're doing. I don't want her to think that she's won in anyway. Besides, she'll start to wonder if we broke up if I'm never here, and I don't want her to camp outside your door in the hopes of getting you alone."
"You're ridiculous."
"And you're attractive. Girls do crazy things for guys who they find attractive."
"Thank you." She rolled her eyes. He leaned down to give her a kiss. "You're way more beautiful than she is."
"I know." She said, turning on her heel to go back to the couch.
"Time to watch the movie!" She sighed, and he just wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest. "You'll love the movie, I promise."
"No, I probably won't."
"Don't most women think Ashton Kutcher is attractive?"
"No. What kind of name is Ashton Kutcher?" She asked, smiling when she felt him kiss her neck as he ran his hands across her belly, making her twitch, because it tickled.
"Actually, his first name is Christopher, but he goes by his middle and last name as his stage name."
"Jesse, I don't care."
"I care that you're still wearing pants."
"I thought we were watching a movie?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should be wearing pants during said movie." Jesse said into Beca's neck, making her chuckle.
"Jesse, if I take my pants off, then we won't be doing any movie watching, so it is up to you. Take off my pants or watch the movie?" She turned around in his arms to face him, her eyebrow cocked at him.
"Hmmm…I can't have both?" She shook her head. "Fine, movie it is, and then I'll get you out of your pants when it's over." She rolled her eyes at him.
"You're priorities are terribly mixed up, Mr. Swanson."
"Oh, my priorities are most definitely exactly where they should be." He leaned down to brush his lips over hers lightly before pulling back to look at her. "Beca, I love fooling around, but I also love just spending time with you. This isn't about sex for me."
"I know," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's not all about sex for me, either." She whispered into his chest. "That's why you scare me sometimes." She felt him squeeze her hip bones.
"Beca." She shook her head, looking up to look into his eyes.
"I know I said that I feel safe with you, and I do, but there are moments when you scare the shit out of me." She bit her bottom lip. "You could break my heart."
"You scare me." He told her, holding her cheek in his hand and using his thumb to pull her bottom lip away from her teeth. He brushed it across her lips, swallowing. "You're the one who could do the heart breaking."
"Is that grammatically correct?" She asked, making him roll his eyes. He leaned towards her until his lips were just shy of hers.
"Does it really matter?" She didn't get the chance to respond, because he kissed her hard on the mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled back, leaving her breathless and panting, trying to regain the air in her lungs. "Movie time." She groaned.
When the credits began to roll on the movie, Beca yawned tiredly into Jesse's side. He ran his hand up and down her back, letting her settle more firmly into his side as he used the remote to shut the television and DVD player down. The silence enveloped the room, leaving only the sounds of the traffic on the street and their steady breathing. "Did you enjoy the movie?" He asked her, wrapping his other arm around her to hug her even closer to his body.
"It was okay."
"Okay?" He gasped, tickling her slightly, making her squirm against his side. "Take that back."
"Jess, stop!" She whimpered, pinching his arm as she squirmed in his arms. He hissed, grabbing her hand and pulling her fingers to his lips to kiss them. She closed her eyes, settling her head onto his chest. "I have one thing to say," she told him when he released her hand to start running his fingers through her hair.
"What's that?"
"If you ever make me a period mix, I will cut off your dick." He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"What if I made a period mix of me playing the instrumental version of every song and sang the lyrics myself?" He asked her, making her eyes fly open. She pulled back to study him with both eyebrows raised.
"I could be into getting a CD of you playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star over and over and over on the piano, but can you even sing?" He gasped at her.
"Of course I can sing! I'm offended that you think I can't." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I just never heard you sing anything. I've heard you hum along to the radio in the car or during the movies we watch—when you're not quoting them or telling me all of your annoying 'fun facts,' of course—but I've never heard you actually sing."
"You're right. I've never sang anything to you." He pouted. "I must rectify that immediately." He began to sing Bleeding Love loudly and off-key just as the characters did in the movie. She groaned, sitting up to press her mouth to his, effectively shutting him up. She figured that wasn't how he actually sounded when he sang, but it was annoying, and she decided that there were much better ways he could be using his mouth right now. He tangled his hand into her hair, kissing her back just as hard.
After a few moments, she broke the kiss, sucking in a deep breath. "Let's go to bed." She told him, standing up. "You can get me out of these jeans." He groaned, following her as she made her way towards the stairs that led to his lofted bed.
Saturday, July 29, 2013
"So, the bitch kissed him?" Stacie asked, eyebrows raised as she painted her toenails on Aubrey's couch in her at-home salon room. The four of them were hanging out finally. They hadn't seen each other in a few days, a decade in their minds, and they were discussing everything that had happened to each of them since the last time they saw each other. Beca rolled her eyes, because she had told each of them and had a similar reaction come from each of them over the phone the day after it happened while she was at work. So what if each phone call lasted an hour. She got her shit done. She was a professional.
"I seriously cannot believe she kissed him. What the hell is wrong with her?" Chloe muttered as she ran her fingers through her red hair as she studied herself in the mirror. Aubrey had just finished perming her hair for her, a style the redhead had been getting since she was in high school. Now that she had a professional to do it for her for a much lower price than to go to a salon.
"Can you dye my hair blonde?" Stacie said, as she picked up one of her dark locks. "I'm feeling bored with the dark hair." She asked Aubrey. Beca hated their spa day activities. It meant that Aubrey would spend close to an hour on Chloe's hair, perming it, styling it, and reminding her not to wash it. Then, she would either cut or dye Stacie's hair, or sometimes both, which would then take another hour or so. They would also do facials, manicures, pedicures, and Chloe would bring out sample clothes that different designers would give her to give to clients so that they could namedrop when they got caught by the paparazzi while shopping for tooth paste. Aubrey would pounce on her last, and she would cut, style, and occasionally highlight or darken Beca's hair before giving her a manicure and pedicure that was a rich dark red or purple, which Aubrey believed was way better and more feminine than the black nail polish that the petite brunette usually sported, and Chloe would force her into one of the sample outfits.
"How blonde?" Aubrey asked as she ran her fingers through Stacie's hair. "Like, we could go my color or even lighter, or we could do a light blondish-brown, or there is strawberry blond—lighter than Chloe's, but still a reddish hue."
"Let's go super blonde—lighter than you. I wanna be different." Aubrey nodded. Stacie turned her attention back to Chloe. "Anyways, there is nothing wrong with Kim. She's just a slut who thinks that Jesse's sexy and wants to fuck him. She doesn't really care about whether or not it would break up Beca and him. She only cares about getting laid by that sexy piece of ass. I don't blame her. If Beca wasn't my friend, and Jesse moved into my building, I'd totally be all over that."
"Fuck you." Beca snapped at her friend as she reached up to scratch at the masque that Aubrey had put on her skin after she finished with Chloe's hair.
"Don't pick at it." The blonde snapped, making Beca immediately drop her hand like a chastised child or a puppy that had tinkled on the floor when it got excited. She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out, and she mumbled that her face was "fucking itchy."
"I already know that you hit on Jesse." The petite brunette said as she watched Aubrey pin up most of Stacie's hair on top of her head to work on the bottom third. Stacie rolled her eyes.
"That was so fucking long ago. Get over it, Miss Jelly-Belly." Stacie said as she stared at her nails. "I was totally looking to see if he was worthy of my girl. If he went for the vibe I was giving him, then he was not good enough."
"You do realize you just called yourself a slut who isn't worthy of a good guy, right?" Chloe said as she laid out clothing pieces, shoes, and accessories on a nearby folding table that Aubrey always had set up in her at-home salon. She and Chloe would sometimes have a client after hours that was in town for an event that they would get ready here, rather than in the hotel room, where Aubrey couldn't bring some of her equipment, like the hood hair dryer.
"No," Stacie rolled her eyes. "I meant that he wasn't good enough for the dare purposes. Beca and I have gotten it on with enough guys to know that we're still awesome bitches who deserve to be respected and treated well. I wasn't saying that I'm not worthy of a boyfriend at all. Anyways, if he had gone for the one night stand with me, even after he spent like fifteen minutes staring down Beca, then he was a dude who was all about getting laid, and it didn't matter who he was fucking. But, if he was all about Beca and turned down me, then he was probably going to be a good candidate for dating and a potential relationship for my bestie."
"You would have fucked him if he responded to your slut vibe." Beca muttered.
"Yeah, but I totally would have invited you to join us, since he was checking you out earlier." The petite brunette scoffed. "Anyways, even though Jesse is still totally hot, I wouldn't fuck him. He's yours, babes. All I was saying earlier was that girls like Kim don't care if a guy is taken when they think he is totally hot. If you weren't my friend, then, yeah, I'd go for a guy like him."
"Even though you know he has a girlfriend?" Beca asked her friend, shocked.
"She called herself his girlfriend!" Chloe squealed, clapping her hands. The petite brunette shot the redhead a glare, but Chloe ignored it, continuing to giggle and grin like an idiot.
"Well, the way I see it is this, I'm not looking for someone to bring home to Mom and Dad. If the guy cheats, then something's wrong in the relationship. I mean, I don't go after a guy who has a wedding ring or I just saw him with his girlfriend not too long before, but I'm not going to stop flirting with a guy if I don't know for sure whether or not he's single. You know what I mean? To be honest, at some point or another, we probably have slept with a guy who is married or dating someone else who didn't give off the tell-tale signs that he is. We can never really know for sure. This bitch is different, because she knows you're with him, and she's still going after him. That's a totally different breed of slut."
"I think she is the lowest of the low." Aubrey shook her head as she painted the bleach and honey colored dye onto Stacie's hair before folding it up in aluminum foil. "I wonder how many women have hit on Tom."
"A lot." All three girls said at the same time. Aubrey's eyes widened. "Honey, your hubby is sexy as shit with those tattoos. He's a bad boy with a tie." Stacie wiggled her eyebrows in the mirror, making Aubrey roll her eyes. "Lots of girls like that. Tom is a good guy, though, because he always turns them down, waving his ring in their faces. I've seen it."
"Aww," Aubrey grinned to herself.
"Now you have to reward him by blowing him really good tonight." Stacie told her. "Hey, Tom! I got you a reward blow job, buddy. You owe me one!" Stacie shouted at the top of her lungs. A few minutes later, Tom popped his head into the room, with a portable landline phone pressed to his chest.
"My mom's on the phone, so can we refrain from screaming blow job at the top of our lungs?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Also, thanks." He winked at Aubrey before disappearing. Aubrey pinched Stacie on the back of the neck, making the brunette curse loudly, all the while she had an amused smirk on her face, though.
"Okay, so I think I've figured it out. Aubrey, any chance you have some extensions lying around?" Chloe said as she stepped back from the table of clothing, shoes, and accessories. Beca cocked an eyebrow at the redhead, because who the fuck was getting extensions? Stacie's hair was already pretty long, and Chloe had just gotten her perm. The only one left, aside from the blonde cosmetology guru herself, was the petite brunette. She was not getting extensions.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe you could put some extensions in Beca's hair and straighten it. Maybe give her a little red and blonde highlights, too? It would totally look adorable with the outfit I'm picking out for her."
"Wait, what? No." Beca shook her head. Both Aubrey and Chloe ignored her. Aubrey just pursed her lips as she studied Beca's head, all the while working on Stacie's long locks.
"Yeah, I have some reddish colored extensions. We don't want to go too long on her, though. I have some that would give her another four or so inches, so instead of being shoulder-length, it would probably fall around her shoulder blades."
"Yeah, that would be perfect. Also, red nails." The girls chattered back and forth about how Beca was going to be altered, much to the brunette's chagrin and irritation. She blanched at the idea that she would no longer be a brunette, but instead would have a blonde and red highlights that would make her hair much lighter in color. She grabbed her phone and typed a one-handed text message to Jesse while she picked at the cuticle on the left side of her right thumb with her middle finger.
7:21 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Help. They're dying my hair and giving me extensions. :(
It didn't take long before Jesse responded to Beca's text. She immediately opened it, snorting when she read the message. She rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with an equally suggestive response.
7:23 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Oh, no! You won't be my surly girlfriend anymore. It'll be like I have a whole new girlfriend. Feel like role playing later, babe? ;)
7:24 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Yeah, you can be you're princely twin brother whose sole purpose in life is to worship my body and to give me multiple orgasms. You can call me Goddess.
7:25 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
I was actually thinking I could be the Lord of the manor who catches the maid stealing the silver, and in order to prevent me from calling the constable, you offer me sexual favors instead.
7:27 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Mmm. Sounds like fun. We'll have to save the role playing for another time, I'd much rather be Jesse and Beca doing dirty things to each other. Where are you?
7:29 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Sounds like a plan. Out with Benji, Todd, and Donald. Donald has spent the entire night talking about Stacie. I think he's in love. Shh. Don't tell her.
7:30 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
By the way, I think you're beautiful as is, but I'm sure you'll look amazing with your new look. If you don't want Aubrey to do anything to you, just say no. You're good at that.
7:31 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Hell no, I'm not telling her that. She'd freak. I'll let him tell her that and deal with the tit punch that she'd give me if I did. Also, shut up, asshole. If you don't, I'll keep saying no.
7:33 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
A tit punch? Really? That's a little extreme for a guy confessing his love to you. Stacie's scary…and, yeah, I don't think you'll be saying no for that much longer. You're practically buzzing the need to get laid. It takes everything in me not to tie you to my bed and have my way with you whenever I'm around you.
7:36 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Yes, a tit punch. It hurts like a bitch. It's probably the equivalent of a kick to the balls. Only way that Stacie's able to do love and relationships is if she's allowed to be a swinger and fuck a ton of people. She's all about polyamory.
7:37 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Who says I'd let you tie me down? Maybe I'll tie you down.
7:37 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Baby, you can tie me to your bed ANY day.
7:38 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Ouch. Ball kicks are the WORST. I'm so sorry if a tit punch feels like that. I'm actually pretty sure that Donald thinks Stacie is his soul mate, because he loves sex with random strangers too much give it up. They'd have a happy, polyamorous relationship.
7:40 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Can we stop talking about being tied up, because I'm about to embarrass myself in front of the girls. Aubrey would kill me. Stacie would try to do the tongue thing. (I just threw up a little in my mouth.) And Chloe would start whining about how she wishes Evan were near.
7:43 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
How much longer until you're done with the girls? I NEED YOU.
7:44 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Oh, so you want me for my body then. RUDE.
7:44 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
No. Want all of you. Need all of you. Now.
7:45 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
I'm hiding a massive hard on by a bar surrounded by my best guy friends. I may or may not be invited to sleep with Benji and Todd tonight if T notices.
7:46 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
What's Todd's number? I'll text him that you like me to suck on your earlobe or nipple while I jerk you off. I wanna make sure he knows just how you like it ;)
7:47 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
I hate you.
Beca laughed when she saw that Jesse included a picture of his growing erection hidden in his jeans that he discreetly snapped a picture of in whichever bar that he happened to be in that night. She licked her bottom lip. She was so turned on right then, and she wanted nothing more than to meet him at one of their apartments to roll around in bed. She contemplated throwing the dare away and just getting fully busy with him. Or, she could follow through with the dare and just stick to hanging out with the girls, until she could get home to relieve her pent up desire herself. If she were going to attempt to follow through with the dare, then she knew that she wouldn't be able to see him and not have sex with him.
"Alright, just let this sit in your hair for a while," Aubrey told Stacie before turning her gaze on Beca. "You're turn." Her tone made Beca shudder with discomfort.
Two hours later, Beca found herself stalking down the hallway to Jesse's apartment. She didn't even know if he was home yet. The guys had apparently dragged him to a strip club after the bar (with female strippers, because Todd and Benji could appreciate the female form without wanting to get down and dirty with it), to which she told him to have fun, but to keep his hands to himself. She was dressed in a pair of tight designer jeans that probably cost the same as two months' worth of rent with an equally expensive navy blue wrap shirt that apparently made her "eyes pop." On her feet were a pair of expensive and uncomfortable navy blue and nude pumps. Aubrey had added the blonde and red high lights, making her hair way too light in her opinion. She had then curled the hair slightly, which wasn't too bad. Beca had been able to talk the blonde and the redhead out of damaging her hair further by adding extensions. She didn't want them. She was fine with her shoulder-length hair. The coloring was enough of a change. Aubrey had also given her a light pinky-tan manicure and pedicure, because the neutral color would go with the nude pumps and all of her outfits. It wasn't that bad either. Her eye makeup was a smoky navy color, and her lips were painted with a nude gloss that was similar in appearance to her nails. Overall, the change wasn't that bad. She just wished that she didn't have to wear heels or had her hair dyed a different color.
She finally reached his door, and she knocked on it, hoping like hell that her boyfriend was there. She shouldn't be there, but she was still really horny and in need to fool around with something other than her hand or a vibrator. She'd prefer his dick or mouth, but she'd settle for his hand if it meant she was getting some action. No one answered the door, so she pulled her phone out of her back pocket to text him a picture of the embossed numbers on his door with the words: I'm waiting. She sighed, leaning against the door, thinking about how she should have peed before she left Aubrey's. Her phone buzzed with a response text from him that stated he was on his way.
10:03 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
I have to pee.
10:04 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Mmm. You always know what to say to get me hot.
10:06 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
This taxi driver looks like he may or may not murder me and try to make a dress out of my skin. (If you cannot text me back with the name of the movie to which I just reference in under 3 minutes, no sexy times for you. We will be watching this movie when I get home.)
10:07 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Anyways, if I die before I get back to my apartment, know this: I spent my last few minutes thinking of you and how I have a serious case of blue balls and kind of hate you for allowing me to die without having had sex in quite some time, so thank you for that.
Beca laughed when she read Jesse's text messages. He was such an idiot. She immediately called Aubrey's cell phone, because of her best friends, the uptight blonde loved horror, thriller, and suspense movies the most, and the creepy reference about making a dress out of skin sounded like it would fall into one of those categories.
"Becs, what's up?"
"What movie has a guy that makes dresses out of people's skin?"
"What? Why?"
"Aubs, I have less than 2 minutes to text Jesse a name of a movie, or I will be subjected to watching it!" She whined.
"Oh, stop. There are probably a number of movies where a person would make a dress out of people's skin…try The Silence of the Lambs. You might get brownie points if you tell him: 'It puts the lotion in the basket.'"
"I love you. Bye!" Beca hung up the phone and immediately texted the name of the movie to Jesse.
10:10 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Who'd you ask?
10:11 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Aubrey.
10:11 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
REALLY!? AUBREY!?
10:12 PM Sat, Jun 29
To: The Nerd
Yeah, she loves horror/thriller/suspense/etc. Where are you?
10:13 PM Sat, Jun 29
From: The Nerd
Close. About 10?
She glanced up from her phone when she heard another apartment door open. She thought it might be the creepy old couple, but she groaned internally when she realized that it was Kim. The blonde looked her up and down, taking in her slightly altered appearance, and sniffed before brushing off the petite brunette like she wasn't more than dog shit beneath the woman's shoe.
Beca rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew that she should just ignore the other woman, but she kept thinking about how the woman kissed Jessed, and she wanted to punch her smug face in. "Hey, Kim." She said before she could stop herself. The blonde slowly turned around, planting a pinched smile on her face.
"Hello, Beca. Did you and Jesse have another fight?" Beca swallowed.
"Nope." She licked her bottom lip, squeezing the phone in her hand. "Not that it is any of your business, but we both had a night out with our three best friends, and I'm just waiting for him to get back."
"Oh…I'm so glad to hear that you guys are doing well." The sarcasm was so thick in her words that Beca could almost taste them. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Listen, I've tried to be the bigger person and completely ignore the fact that you're constantly flirting with my boyfriend and all that, but then he told me that you kissed him after he asked you to leave him alone and back off. I can't ignore that or let it go. I don't know what the hell your problem is. Jesse's my boyfriend. He and I are in a committed relationship, and we're not breaking up anytime soon. You need to leave him alone, okay? He's not interested."
"You're threatened, aren't you? You should be. I always get what I want." Kim crossed her arms and smirked at Beca.
"Threatened? By you? Yeah, no. You don't get it. You don't have a chance, Kim. Just find someone else to harass." Her phone began ringing in her hands, and she glanced down at the caller id, smiling when she read Jesse's name. She accepted the call, putting it on speaker phone. "Hey, Jes. Are you close? Or, did your cab driver turn out to be a creepy sadist who likes to wear human skin?"
"I'm about to get onto the elevator now. I wanted to let you know that the Lector wannabe didn't murder me." He sighed, and she heard the ding of the elevator doors opening on his side. "As much as I love the guys, I missed you tonight. Please tell me you've thought more about us spending every day together? I haven't seen you since Wednesday, and I'm not happy about that." She grinned at the sour look on the blonde's face.
"I missed you, too. I haven't decided yet, but I could be persuaded. See you soon." She hung up the phone. "You've got a snowball's chance in hell of stealing him away from me."
Author's Note: Beca tried to be the bigger person, but she couldn't help it. She had to make it clear to Kim that Jesse wasn't going to leave her. Let me know what you think about this chapter! Up next: 10 week mark. I just might even through in the 12 week mark, but we'll see...this story is almost complete. I'll be sorry when I finish it.