POV- Jesse

I stand outside the door to the lecture hall as Beca's class comes to close. She walks out and takes my hand as we start our walk to the radio station.

I love the way her hand feels in mine. It's so small, but feels so strong at the same time. She has the hands of a worker. And I admire that about her.

I love that Beca's a little rough around the edges. That she'd rather wear sneakers. That she doesn't wear makeup…other than the eyeliner.

I squeeze her hand gently and smile as we start our walk.

"So how was class?" I ask. I always ask her about her day when I see her.

She gives her usual shrug, before flashing a crooked smile my way.

"How were yours?" She asks, after a moment. Unlike myself, Beca doesn't really care how classes are going. I do appreciate the fact that she asks though. Even if it's just out of courtesy…

Our shift at the station goes by pretty quickly. Beca's got her own show now. And I don't see much of Luke. He just sort of "supervises" while I stack records and Beca does her thing.

Occasionally, I peek into the booth to watch her. She's so cute when she's mixing… I will say she gets a lot of texts while she's working. And from the red of her cheeks, they aren't from a relative.

At the conclusion of her show, Beca emerges from the booth with cell phone in hand,

Who the heck is texting her so much?

"Fans texting you ALREADY?" I tease.

She doesn't look away from the phone until she's finished typing her response. "Nah, just Chloe."

Chloe?

For some reason, that bothers me more than it should. I think of how cozy those two were the other day.

I continue, trying my best to sound casual. "So what'd she have to say?"

"Ehh, not much," She shrugs. "She was just saying she thought the show went well. She listens sometimes…"

I REALLY don't like this…

This "friendship" they have.

I guess I don't do a good job of controlling my facial expression, because Beca studies my face for a while before taking my hand and starting towards the door.

She's holding my hand…. See? We're gonna be fine.

Nothing to worry about… right?