Chapter 4

Would you want the ability to hear other people's thoughts? Because Jesse do. At this moment, he was knowingly staring at her, trying to fathom her every word, like there's a deeper, darker meaning to whatever she'd said. Words such as …relive my parents' divorce. Her face was void of emotions but a cheeky smile was attached as she said that, like it had meant nothing to her. They talked, a lot, surprisingly, and Beca almost forgot what she had come for.

He looked into her empty cup and ordered another bottle of whisky. "Getting me drunk won't work. I'm an alcoholic" Beca smirked as he poured some for her.

"Well, you never fail to amaze me every time." he chuckled.

He looked like he didn't believe a word she said.

"Let's do shots" She challenged. "With chaser, you'll need it" she grinned accompanied by a wink.

"And what do I get from doing this?"

He still wasn't entirely sure if she was the same scary person he met at the locker, and if she was trying to get him drunk, then kill him. Not that he minded dying in her hands, she's pretty, but he wants to know more about her before that happens and oh, if he dies, she will too, after getting married to that too-old-for-her-hawk when he's gone, so it's a win-win situation.

"Whoever takes the most shots wins. If I win, tell me why you're stalking me. If you win, you won't have to." She knows it's weird. He had agreed to tell her after she agreed to come here with him. But strangely, the urge to know wasn't really there anymore after that few hours of talking. After all, it might be just his dad giving him advice on how to get laid…like not letting the girl go home. It seems to click. Wait, does that mean he wants her? Now nothing clicks and she looks at him expectantly.

"It's not stalking." He argued, although it was mostly true, and he was conscientiously lying through his teeth. "…but okay, you're going to lose so badly"

It then crossed his mind that she had no reason to do so as he has already promised to answer her truthfully before they even came here. His brain shrugged and shook the thought off.

She laughed lightly, close to mockingly, at him.

She's just a girl, Jesse thought as he took the first shot.

His head was pounding and he couldn't stand still. He looped his arms around her, as he hobbled back to his car, which was finally within their line of sight.

Beca's back ached as Jesse's weight was crushing her, and it felt like the blue vehicle was parked miles away from the bar instead of only a block away.

What an idiot.

He groaned and slurred sentences that only he could understand and at the same time, exerting more pressure on her shoulder.

He should've listened to her when she told him to stop, but he didn't, and her advice triggered him to take a few extra shots. He was making a scene with incoherent sounds coming out of his mouth, while shouting her name "Becaw" over the music several times, chanting "I win", till she finally couldn't take it anymore.

Yeah that's how he won.

It was kinda funny watching him though.

It took her many crazy minutes, standing outside of his car, before he finally spilled his address and reluctantly agreed to let her drive.

"T-tanks you for diving me hic ho-home." he stuttered when they reached the outside of his apartment. She nods without a word, looking straight into his eyes as she felt the weird tension pulsating in the air. So what, do I leave now or… ugh Beca, he's a nerd. Just leave already. Jesus why am I talking to myself?

Before she could say anything, he took a step forward with his eyes locked on her, and pushed her petite frame against the door, making the misguided attempt to kiss her, pressing his lips hard against hers.

Just as Beca was about to say something, most likely the farewell speech she had rehearsed for a few seconds inside her head, she was abruptly pushed against a hard surface and something soft was touching her lips.

Her eyes flew open to see Jesse eyes closed and the bridge of his nose rubbing against hers. She was slightly taken aback but soon, maybe too soon, she closed her eyes. I'm so going to regret this tomorrow. We're going to be awkward. He's going to think I'm a bad kisser and start avoiding me and we'll hate each other. Worse, he might be the principal's son and I'm going to get expelled and my dad would be furious and I will not be able to go to LA and…

Beca stopped herself at once, deciding to enjoy the fervent kiss before it's over. Then, the hard surface pushed her strongly from behind, making both of them fall, their lips still surprisingly intact.

He has recited the words Stupid Bumper in his head for many minutes now. Why did he have to choose such an unearthly hour to suddenly pop out of the door instead of sleeping? For the love of Christ, Jesus!

"So…" Bumper chuckled awkwardly. "I'm sorry you guys didn't get to have sex."

He actually looks remorseful.

Jesse, sitting right next to him, sulked in a weary sort of way and reached over his chair to pick up a can of beer. "Dude you've drank enough" Bumper protested, snatching the can out of his hands.

Jesse puffed up angrily.

"Giff it becs!"

He stumbled over his left foot while trying to get the can back and fell flat to the ground before passing out rather quickly.

Bumper heaved in relieve before carrying him back to his room. He's gonna get it from his dad and Stacie.