Chapter 11

Jesse was still slightly tired but he had promised Beca he would come back. He had came home looking slightly worse for wear and for once his mom had not make a big fuss. Mrs. Swanson had a million questions but she kept quiet and let him go straight to bed. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

It was late afternoon before he was back in the hospital, hurrying down the corridor towards Beca's ward. His arms was full of essential supplies. Totally essential life supplies. Like movies and popcorn. And red twizzlers. He knocked on the door briefly before popping his head round.

"Hey Becs! I'm baaack. Don't panic, ok? I've got everything you'll ever need for a great hospital stay," he called out cheerily, coming up to her bed. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, her back to the door. Jesse started to unpack the bags he had carried in, lining the things carefully onto the bed. "...Movies, snacks, more movies... and I've stopped by your place and got you your laptop, your toothbrush, Mr. Donut Bear, your favourite nightshirt... Bec?"

Beca was still silent.

Unnervingly so.

Jesse stopped what he was doing and came round to face her. Her eyes were a little dull and she was nervously biting her nails. "Bec, you ok?" Jesse asked worriedly. Then his gaze fell on the phone Beca had in her other hand and he immediately knew.

He knelt down in front of her, peering into her face. "Becs? Do you want to watch something? Or maybe we could go for a walk?" He tried to take her phone away but Beca closed her hand quickly, gripping the phone.

"What the hell happened yesterday?"

Her voice was cold.

"We don't have to talk about that now," Jesse said softly, trying to placate her.

"What's all this rubbish on my phone?"

"Don't think about that now, Beca. We...we'll talk about it later, ok?"

"Jesse! Don't fucking fob me off, ok? What happened?" Beca hissed at him, her eyes boring holes into him. "Why do I have all these stupid texts on my phone? Why do I have texts practically offering to fuck anyone who meet me at the Science lab?"

Jesse gently prised her fist open and took the phone away from her. He quickly scrolled through the texts; the content of each text making him pressed his lips together in a thin, hard line. One blatant sexual text after another; offering anything and everything a horny, slightly drunk teenage boy would slaver after. He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to push down the anger he felt.

"Is that how you found me?"

"What?" His eyes sprang open.

"Is. That. You. Found. Me?" Beca exhaled each word painfully. "With some...jackass horny fucker on top of me?"

"No, Beca..no." He gripped her wrists tightly in his hands. He still felt sick at the thought of what could happened to her. The sight of her unconscious and helpless, her dress undone; he would remember that for a long, long time. "Miles and Cody found you and made sure no one touched you. I came soon after."

She was shaking uncontrollably now and he immediately pulled her into a hug. Beca was trying to push him away but he held on tight. Until she finally stop shaking and broke into tears into his shoulder.

"Shh...baby... It's ok... You are ok..." Jesse murmured soothingly, rubbing her back. He tried to keep his voice steady. It was hard when he was feeling so angry and so upset for her.

"I don't remember sending all these texts."

"I don't think you sent them, Beca."

She wiped her tears away and looked up at him, "So I was drugged?"

Jesse nodded.

Beca scrunched up her face, trying to remember. "The last thing I could remember was talking to Aubrey. She was crying and trying to say sorry."

Jesse swallowed that bitter shot of anger down and said calmly, "You remember what happened next?"

"She was upset and I was trying to make her feel better. We had a drink and I can't remember much after. She was trying to help me walk," Beca huffed frustratedly and shook her head. "Next thing I know I heard your voice and woke up in hospital. I can't even remember getting to the Science lab."

"That's not important, ok?" Jesse said, murmuring softly into her hair. "The main thing you are ok."

"It was Aubrey, wasn't it?" Beca whispered softly into his shoulder. He didn't say a word. He just held her tighter. "Why does she hate me so much?"

Because you are everything she's not.

Because she's jealous and petty.

Because she knows exactly how much I love you.

All those thoughts ran through Jesse's mind.

"Aubrey's crazy. She's dangerous and she needs help." Jesse finally murmured. He drew back, gazing down at her. "But believe me, Beca. She will not get away with this."


A week later

"Did you get it?" Stacie glanced at Chloe as they quickly walked towards the carpark. She threw a look over her shoulder just in case. There was no need. It was perfectly fine. It was late after school and no one saw them.

"Yes." Chloe was staring at her best friend in wonder. "I can't believe you did it, Stacie."

"It's for Beca. And that dirtbag and bitchwhore needs to be punished," Stacie said simply, quickly tying up her hair in a high ponytail. "God, I feel so dirty! And he didn't even touch me!"

Chloe came over and held on to Stacie's arm. She was shaking from both anger and loathing.

"Come on home, honey. You need a hot shower and a huge burger,"Chloe said soothingly, "And we need to call Jesse."


Later on that night

"Oh my god! Is this for real?"

Jesse's eyes was wide as he watched the video for the second time.

Chloe and Stacie nodded in unison.

"That was the plan?" Jesse said, still trying to process what he saw. "Aubrey promised she'll get Coach Wilkins fired with that stupid rumour. Coach Benson gets his job. And Aubrey gets to be Prom Queen?"

"That's what he said." Stacie replied.

"I..." Jesse stammered, reeling from shock. He felt sick. Sick to the core. This was some crazy shit. Was that plastic tiara so fucking important that Aubrey had to do all this?

"What...how...?" He could not continue.

"Don't puke on us, Jess." Chloe said warningly, seeing how green he looked. They didn't even have to tell him what other favours Aubrey did and promised to convince Coach Benson to run with her plan. From the short bragging session Chloe had taped, it was clear as mud.

"She said she was a virgin..." Jesse mumbled, still in shock. It finally dawned upon him how Aubrey had manipulated him so thoroughly. Him and everyone else around her. He just could not process that level of deceit.

"Snap out of it, Jess!" Chloe said impatiently. "We have to put this pervert behind bars."

Jesse looked at both girls seriously and nodded, "Anything. Just tell me what to do."

"You know our plan."

He shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Are you sure you wanna go ahead with this?" Jesse said, his voice spiking with worry. "You don't have to, Stacie. I'm sure this would be enough for Principal Owen."

Stacie nodded immediately. "We have to. He needs to be caught red handed."

They could not deny it. What Chloe had taped was incriminating enough but they need something foolproof. Something that the pervert could not weasel his way out from.

"Well, if it goes to plan, we'll get him. That leaves us with Aubrey," Chloe said firmly. " Are you sure she drugged Beca?"

Jesse nodded earnestly.

"Last thing Beca remembered was talking to Aubrey," Jesse said. "But we don't have any hard proof that she set her up."

"She's a bitch whore!" Stacie yelled out in frustration. "We should have kept an eye on her!"

Jesse thought about it. "Maybe we should ask around? Maybe someone saw her bringing Beca to the Science Lab?"

"OH!" Chloe said suddenly. And she broke into a huge grin. "Jesse! You are a genius!"


Two weeks after Prom

Toby Benson leant back in his seat, his chair creaking a little. He stretched his arms out before linking his fingers together behind his head.

Today had been a good day, making this month a very good month indeed. Graduation month was always good. The kids all wanted to party and they all went to him for supplies. It had been like that for some years. He had raked it in this month. Two more months like this and he would be able to get that little red coupe he wanted and still have money leftover for his bitch of an ex-wife's alimony.

His pay as assistant coach was rubbish. A laughable pitiful amount. And unfortunately, his taste was a little more expensive. So Coach Benson pushed drugs. What was the difference anyway? He pumped the jocks with "gym candies" already and the cheerleaders always need either a bit of pep or something to help lose even more weight. Stuff they could not get over the counter. So what if he pushed some weed, a few Es, some ice?

The money came in rolling.

And of course there were the other perks.

Toby Benson scratched his stubble, smiling.

He knew sometime the boys, those thick, wet behind the ears jocks, thought he was a loser. A sad little man and they laughed at him. So he took great pleasure in having his fun with their little girlfriends. Nothing was more eager than a sweet young thing hooked on pills and their stupid little boyfriends didn't even know. Revenge was sweet. And Toby Benson did not regret it one bit.

Well, except for doing Aubrey Posen.

That was a mistake because she was still with Jesse Swanson and he was a good lad. Coach Benson felt a little sorry about.

To be fair though, he wasn't the one to make the first move. He knew who her dad was and there was no way he was going to mess with that. But she had been persistent, finding ways to corner him down, prancing about in front of him in her short, short cheerleading skirt, giving him the eye. But he had steered clear. That girl was trouble.

Until one day she came over and plainly told him what she wanted and what she was willing to do in exchange. It was nothing short of incredible.

He had been assistant coach for many years, patiently waiting for a promotion. When the Coach position came up finally, he was passed over and Coach Wilkins was hired instead. That was painful and humiliating. So when Aubrey said she could get Coach Wilkins fired as long as she was made Prom Queen, he took up the offer. It might be petty to exact that sort of revenge on Coach Wilkins but Toby Benson was a petty sort of man.

He was not entirely stupid though.

That blonde, conniving cheerleader might think he was an old fool wrapped around her finger but he knew how to protect himself. He had made a few arrangements. There was no way he would go down alone.

The coach glanced at his watch. No use thinking of that blonde witch now. He was tired of her. That hare-brained rumour scheme did not work although he had kept his end of the bargain. No, he had no further use of Aubrey. She wasn't that great in the sack anyway.

Besides he had a new catch now. A lovely new catch.

Toby Benson smiled a little.

Stacie Conrad.

He had his eye on that brunette bombshell for years. She had filled out rather nicely and he could not wait to get his hands on her. He thought he missed the boat- she was about to graduate after all - but then she casually strolled into his office a few days ago and said she heard he could do her a favour. She was going to do a model portfolio and need to lose weight fast and she heard he was the person to go to.

She looked so delicious just sitting there across him, in her short skirt and tight top he could hardly contained himself. But then she had that skeptical look on her face; like she was not entirely sure he could help her. And he could not help it.

He bragged.

He told her all those who had came to him and what he did for them.

He smiled broadly when that skeptical look turned to fascination. And when he finally told her about Aubrey's little deal, she had looked impressed.

Job done.

There was a slight knock on the door. Right on time.

Toby Benson quickly got up and opened the door. That delectable brunette was outside, smiling at him, dressed in her tight strappy vest and tight jeans. He hurriedly looked both ways down the corridor before letting her in.

"No one knows you are here?"

She shook her head solemnly, biting her lower lip. He walked over to his desk, opened one of the drawers and threw a small packet onto his desk.

"Is that it?" Stacie asked.

"Yes, sweetheart. Take a few of those and your weight will fall right off."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Only if you don't know what you are doing."

She was looking unsure now, her luscious bottom lip quivering.

"You are beautiful, sweetheart but you could lose a few pounds. Just a couple of this and you are good."

"I'm not sure, coach..."

"You'll feel great, sweetheart. Just think of them as vitamins," He came over and stand in front of her. "Do you want me to show you how to take it?"

"Ok...I guess..."

She was looking at him with those eyes. Yes, he would enjoy this one very much. He just needed to get her hooked.

"Come and give Coach a little kiss."

"..I don't..."

"Come on. Just a little one. Show me how you kiss your boyfriend."

She looked so hesitant and innocent, despite that luscious woman-child body of hers. He definitely need to have her.

"Just lean forward and kiss me," Toby Benson murmured hungrily. "Don't you want to know how a real man kiss?"

She leaned in a little and he grabbed her. So young and sweet. He was lost into the kiss that he barely registered the loud bang. The door was kicked opened.

"COACH BENSON!"

And at that exact moment, Toby Benson knew that was the end.

That little red coupe. That obscene amount of cash hidden under his mattress. His teaching career. His whole measly life was at an end. They were dissolving rapidly into a huge watery mess and was now trickling down the drain.


The day after, Principal Owen's office

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

Aubrey's eyes widened in surprise seeing her father in the principal's office. And by the expression on his face, Aubrey Posen instantly knew she was not called into the principal's office to discuss the flower parade. She looked down and nervously plucked at a loose thread on her skirt. Through her eyelashes, Aubrey took a quick look round the office. Her eyes darted wildly, taking in the sight of Mrs. Figgs intent on taking notes on her laptop, a grim looking school governor and a senior teacher before homing in again on her father.

Michael Posen was sitting down, looking far too big for the chair, his face thunderous. He was a tall, broad man who was used to others obeying his orders. He was also used to having people bowing and scraping before him and the fact that he was dragged to the principal's office in the middle of his work day annoyed him to no end.

He nodded briefly to his daughter.

"Now that Aubrey is here, can we start?" Michael Posen declared irritably, turning to face Principal Owen. He examined his fingers in boredom before dismissively saying, "I can't see what is so important you have to call me in."

"I assure you, Mr. Posen. This is very important," Principal Owen said, not cowed by the man's gruff demeanour. "Aubrey, take a seat."

Aubrey took the offered seat, her mind was racing wildly.

There was a short pause.

The office was quiet except for the soft noise of Principal Owen shuffling the papers in front of him and an impatient sort of snort coming from Michael Posen. It was quarter to the hour; a quiet hush before the bedlam that would ensued when school's out.

"Coach Benson was caught red-handed last night behaving in an unprofessional manner. By myself and Mr. Williams," Principal Owen started, nodding in the direction of the senior teacher. He paused for a moment, looking at both the Posens through the tops of his glasses, letting the words sink in. "And we are led to believe that Aubrey is somehow involve in all this."

"What absolute nonsense! " Michael Posen lashed out immediately, his thick brows knitted together in fury. "What are you trying to say here, Owen?"

"We are tying to find out. Aubrey, can you explain..."

"This is preposterous! Aubrey will not be involved in something illegal!" Michael Posen was shouting now.

Aubrey was still silent.

Michael Posen leaned forward, trying to intimidate the principal with his bulk, his face was getting redder and redder. "May I remind you how much Aubrey had contributed to this school? She is the cheerleading captain, for God's sake!"

"We are aware of that, Mr. Posen," Principal Owen said calmly. "...which is why we had been lenient on her past transgressions. But this time..."

"Oh! I see what this is all about..." Michael Posen sat back in his chair. His hand opened his briefcase quickly and took out a chequebook. The other occupants looked aghast at the very slow, very delibrate way he thumbed the chequebook, selecting a blank page before taking out his fountain pen and slowly taking off the cap. With the nib hovering expectantly on the cheque, Michael Posen looked up expectantly at Principal Owen. "How much should I write this cheque for? For all this to blow over?"

"Mr. Posen, I am afraid this had gone much further..." Principal Owen began before he was again rudely interrupted.

"You accepted $5,000 for that harmless gossip Aubrey passed the other day. What will be this time? $8,000?"

"Mr. Posen, you knew very well that we didn't accept that cheque," Principal Owen's voice was sharp. " This was not some idle gossip that Aubrey spread. We have proof that Aubrey and Coach Benson planned a malicious attack on Coach Wilkins. And we..."

"He made me do it!"

Everyone whipped around to look at Aubrey.

"That pervert made me do all these things!" Aubrey cried out. "Daddy, he made me do...I...he made me touch him...and..." She dramatically collasped into noisy tears. Her face was now buried in her hands as she continued to cry loudly.

"Coach Benson made me do all these dirty things," Aubrey gasped in between her sobs.

"Owen! I am going to have your head for this!" Michael Posen erupted, standing up. His face was now nearly purple with rage as he stared down at the principal, his large hands bunched into fists. "My daughter is clearly a victim here! What lies are you making up, Owen!?"

He would have launched at the principal if Mr. Williams and the school governor had not immediately restrained him. The whole room was filled with his shouted insults and Aubrey's noisy sobbing.

"Mr. Posen, if you do not control yourself, I will call 911! And believe me, you will not think I am making this up if you've seen the tapes."

The threat in Principal Owen's voice was clear. Michael Posen sat down heavily on the chair, still glowering, eyeing the principal suspiciously.

"What tapes?"

Principal Owen's face was grim. Aubrey had immediately stopped crying.

"Coach Benson was taping his...sessions..with Aubrey. Proof that the acts were consensual," Principal Owen said slowly. "And as a father myself, I don't think you would want to see the tapes."

If it was ever possible, Michael Posen's face was redder and more grim than ever.

"Whatever you want, however much you want for those tapes.." he said slowly. "I will pay."

Principal Owen rubbed his temples a little. "I cannot withhold evidence from the police. Especially when they are being so thorough. Coach Benson is being investigated for pushing drugs as well. Which is the other thing I want to talk about."

Michael Posen was now looking hard at Aubrey. He swallowed audibly before saying, "Drugs? What does Aubrey have to do with drugs?"

"Coach Benson kept meticulous records on whom he sold his drugs to. And Aubrey bought some Rohypnol just days before prom."

"And?"

"One of the senior girls was found drugged with the same substance in the Science Lab..."

"That does not prove anything!" Michael Posen lashed out. His eyes were still set grimly on Aubrey. "She must have been some crack head! Anyone could have slipped her the drugs! You can't pin this on my daughter!"

Principal Owen looked up and nodded to Mrs Figgs, who got up immediately and fussed over a small TV.

"After the python incident last year, the Prom committee insisted we added CCTV to a few extra places including the Science lab." Principal Owen was now saying. The TV screen flared up as it was switched on and before long, clear black and white CCTV images with a date and time stamp was showing on the screen.

Michael Posen looked with rising horror at the clear images of his daughter. Clearly his daughter in that puffy prom gown. She was half dragging, half supporting girl with dark hair, smaller than her along a corridor. The brunette was staggering, her head lolling about, clearly out of it.

The image changed to one in the Science Lab where Aubrey pushed the other girl roughly down onto a chair. The girl's head was thrown back like she was passed out. Aubrey was now rooting through a small bag and looked triumphant when she located a mobile phone. For several minutes, she was seen tapping away on the phone whilst she leaned against the lab bench.

She then put the phone back into the bag and threw it carelessly next to the inert girl. For a moment, she was just poised there, looking down at the girl. Then she leaned over, her hand going up over the straps on the girl's dress. And she ripped it down.

Michael Posen flinched like he could hear the sound of the dress being torn. He watched as the images showed Aubrey, pushing up the long skirt indecently high, pushing the girl's thighs apart so that they splayed open in most provocative manner. She then stood up and dusted her hands together like a job well done before she left.

"Those texts Aubrey sent on the girl's phone..." Principal Owen's voice seemed to rang too loud in that deadly quiet room. "...was an invitation to several boys to come and have their way with that drugged girl. The time stamps correlate with the time the texts were sent."

No one said anything. No one moved.

"GODDAMNIT AUBREY! You've done it again!"

Michael Posen was now staring hard at his daughter. His yell shook the window panes but Aubrey was still, staring into space like she did not hear a word.

"How many times I have to bail you out?!" Michael Posen was yelling now, spittle flying out of his mouth. "This was exactly like in your previous school! And the school before!"

He grabbed Aubrey's upper arm and shook her a little. Aubrey still had that vacant look on her face.

"Mr. Posen, please! Control yourself! "

Michael Posen let his daughter go and Aubrey fell back into a chair like a limp rag doll.

"What does this mean then, Owen? Is she suspended?"

"We have to expel Aubrey, Mr. Posen."

"What? Expelled?" Michael Posen's voice registered his shock. "But we are weeks away from graduation!"

"I'm afraid Aubrey will not be graduating from this school." Principal Owen said firmly. He glanced worriedly at Aubrey who was still staring into space. "This has been quite a shock and I think Miss Posen needs some help. If you would, Nurse is on standby..."

"No! I will take Aubrey home now. She will be seen by her doctor," Michael Posen said. He stood up quickly and roughly pulled Aubrey to her feet. "Come along now, Aubrey." She automatically moved like a marionette, her face now creased into an eerie smile.

"Mr. Posen, I think Aubrey should see the Nurse," Principal Owen said, rising to his feet.

"She's fine. I'm his father. I know what's good for her," came the brusque answer.

"Mr. Posen, the police would still like to have a few words..."

"Send them round to my house," Michael Posen said offhandedly. He was quickly propelling Aubrey out of the door. "Aubrey won't say another word without a lawyer present."

"See you later everyone!" Aubrey called out cheerily.

It sounded chilling.

They were now walking briskly away from the office, turning down the corridor. Michael Posen was trying to hurry down towards the exit, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. He glanced at his daughter, noting the mess of make-up on her face and her untidy hair. The school bell rang and there was the unmistakable sounds of chairs scraped back and students getting up on their feet. It would not be long before the corridors will be filled with students.

"Fix yourself up!" he hissed. "You looked dreadful."

Aubrey looked up at him and smiled. "Ok, Daddy. Let me go into the girl's room. I'll be a few minutes." She turned down the next corner, heading into the ladies while Michael Posen stood to one side, waiting.


Jesse was out of his class as quick as lightning. He hated Thursdays now. Because Beca's class was right at the other end and he had to be quick if he wanted to catch her before she ran off. He had been walking her to class and meeting her after like some sort of deranged, possessive boyfriend. He was just so worried about her and between Chloe, Stacie, Benji and him, they had made sure she was taken care off and most importantly, out of Aubrey's way.

Jesse stopped short - whom is he kidding? Beca was probably one of the slowest poke when it comes to leaving class after school, always checking and re-checking she's got everything. He had some time. He round the corner and nearly ran into the big bulk of the man standing by the water fountains. Jesse froze seeing who it was.

"Umm..sorry. Excuse me," Jesse mumbled hurriedly.

Oh my god! He had to get away from there.

"Jesse." Michael Posen's voice rumbled and Jesse stood stock still.

"Mr. Posen sir. Was not expecting to see you here," Jesse replied politely. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. He knew exactly why Michael Posen was here in school, in the middle of the day. "Are you here for Aubrey?"

Michael Posen nodded without looking at him. He was busy glancing at his watch.

"Good to see you, sir. Um.. I have to be off."

At the curt nod, Jesse nearly ran off. That was close. He knew exactly what happened last night. That little sting operation on Coach Benson. The three of them had gone straight to Principal Owen last week. He had listened carefully as Chloe stated their case clearly, reporting what happened with the Prom Queen switch and Coach Benson's reaction. Stacie reported her little interaction with Coach Benson including his bragging on supplying drugs to Aubrey and Jesse simply told him about what Beca remembered last.

That video was the one that sealed it. It was clearly Coach Benson speaking.

Principal Owen called for the security tapes immediately and by the next day, the three of them were called back to speak with him and two senior staff. Principal Owen was very uncomfortable about Stacie's role in the intended sting but she was adamant that she wanted to do it.

It looked like shit hit the fan today.

Beca had been unaware of what had been going on. She returned to school a week after, keeping a low profile and they had all ignored the undercurrent of whisperings and gossip on her return. It would be just a few weeks before they graduate anyways and Beca could not care less what they were gossiping about. She was so done with high school now.

Jesse finally reached her class and he drew a huge breath of relief. She was leaning on the wall outside the door, scowling down at her new phone.

"Hey, weirdo."

Beca looked up at Jesse's smiling face.

"You waited for me," he said happily. Beca just scoffed and gave him an evil eye.

"I can't worked my new phone!" she said, frustratedly jabbing at the screen. "I can't believe I let you talk me into giving up my old one."

"Beca...you know why they needed it. They just want to look at it. You'll have it back soon," Jesse said reasonably. He took the books in her hand, transferring it to his other arm. He was now tugging at her bag.

"What are you doing, nerd?" she muttered distractedly, eyes still on her phone. She was still holding on to her bag.

"Let me carry your bag."

Beca stopped what she was doing immediately. "OH MY GOD! Will you stop it already?"

"What?" Jesse said innocently.

"You know what! Stop hovering around me already. I am not sick!" Beca bellowed a little angrily.

"Ok. Ok."

Jesse stood still and she walked off, shaking her head a little. He let her walked a few steps before walking behind her. Beca continued walking but after he followed her out onto the school steps, Beca stopped and whirled round to face him.

"Are you still hovering?"

"Yes."

"What the hell, Swanson? Why?"

"Umm..I can't help it?"

For a split moment Beca was about to rip into him. She was actually hefting her bag, about to throw it at the annoying and very persistent Jesse Swanson. And then she took a look at his face. At his annoying puppy dog, derpy face.

Beca breathed out and scowled at him.

"You are annoying, you know!"

"Yes."

"And totally out of order."

"Of course."

"I don't need anyone to carry my bag!"

"Yep. You don't."

"Leave me alone."

"Will do."

He was stepping closer as he answered and was beside her as she turned away. He was trying hard not to smile, all the while looking at her with his soft, brown eyes.

"We are going for burritos now," Beca said scowling up at him. "And you are paying."

"Ok."

Jesse was smiling broadly now. They were about to move off when they noticed that students were running. Beca watched open mouthed at the stream of students running up the steps, towards the entrance. There seems to be confusion and some sort of horrified chatter.

Jesse grabbed a soccer boy who was running past.

"What's happening?"

"Dude! Haven't you heard?" The boy said, turning to face Jesse with a wild look on his face.

"What? What's happening?"

"Someone is on the roof, threatening to jump!"

"WHAT?"

And at that moment they heard it.

"BECA!"

The unmistakable sound of a cheerleader used to bellowing over the crowd.

"BECA! BECA MITCHELL!"

They turned and looked up.

And there was Aubrey Posen on the roof, standing perilously close to the edge.