Jesse stood outside the precinct thinking, still a bit shocked at seeing Beca in handcuffs. The first thing that came to mind was to walk in the station and find out why Beca was arrested and see how he can help her. Would she even want the help from him? Beca was always feisty. He remembered back in college when a fight broke out they put Beca in handcuffs when the Treble's trophy went flying through the window (which shattered). Jesse called her dad and she freaked on him. There would only be one way to find out. Of course his nerves started kicking in...This is Beca. The girl he has liked for some time now, if only he had the courage to say something.
They have known each other and were friends the 4 years they both attended at Barden University. Jesse goes to The Loft every Friday night to watch Beca spin just as much as she comes in every Saturday to the Shoppe.
They are good friends, however, Jesse wanted more than friendship from Beca. At least a date or two to see if they have chemistry together.
He shrugged off his nervousness and walked toward the entrance.
When he walked in, he scanned the room searching for Beca coming up empty handed. There were a lot of officers handling other people's complaints or whatever their business was at the time.
An officer at the front desk noticed Jesse enter and greeted him.
"Good evening sir, can I help you?"
"Ah...yes. A few minutes ago, an officer brought a friend of mine in...Beca Mitchell." Jesse's voice sounded full of concern. The officer was pressing keys on the keyboard not having the name registered yet.
"What's your name sir?" the man asked picking up a pen to write with.
"Jesse...Jesse Swanson." he answered quickly. Hearing all the noise and his mind wondering what Beca could be going through right now. Is she scared? His mind was going a mile a minute with thoughts of the kind of people she would be in a holding cell with. With every passing minute, he had a sick feeling in his stomach. He wanted this to be over quickly.
"OK Mr. Swanson, just have a seat and I'll find out what I can about your friend." the man said.
"Thank you"
He waited approximately ten minutes that felt like hours before the officer came back with information on Beca. He stood immediately walking to the front desk.
"Mr. Swanson, Beca is currently being processed for assault and battery. The process will take some time and she will be in a holding cell for the next hour. You can see her when the process is complete." the officer stated.
Fifteen minutes passed when the officer called Jesse to the front desk and stated he can see Beca. He jumped with enthusiasm like a child going to see his favorite Aunt that gives him all the things he wants because he's spoiled that way.
Officer Wilson seated Beca in a chair opposite of him, gathering papers to file the report for her arrest. Gratefully, Beca was being more than cooperative for the process. She shook her head in disbelief of how she ended up getting arrested from helping her friends. Damn her fucking temper she thought, but there's no way she would idly stand by while young drunken frat guys would hit on and disrespect her friends like that.
All the information was gathered and filed away while Beca was taken down to the holding cell. She looked upon entering where the walls and floors were plain pale grayish cement, with a long brown wooden bench that stretched the length of the wall. The space couldn't have been bigger than the average space of your standard size bedroom in a row home. There were two young girls in the cell; dressed rather provocatively that Beca assumed they were hookers.
She sat on the bench, quiet and her eyes fixated on the floor feeling a bit uneasy from the churning of her stomach. She was alone and it was cold in the holding cell surrounded by these strange women. She sighed and wondered how long it would take before her friends would show up. She didn't have a doubt in her mind that her best friend Chloe is already out there making arrangements for her release.
A/N: Hello all! Yes, I know this is short, but I promise you this…it will be worth it ya dirty little birds! We know who "WE" are! So, leave me your thoughts! Never doubt that your support means a lot to me! Much love, Cheryl 3