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3 years and a half later.

"So, over here we got the bathroom, and 3 out of 4 bedrooms have en-suite bathrooms except for that one over there," Beca pointed at the bedroom at the end of the corridor.

"This one is mine," She pushed the door opened, her bedroom had a black queen size bed, a French door that led to a small balcony and en-suite bathroom.

"You got a nice taste," the blond said.

"Thank you," Beca closed the door. "The kitchen," she pointed at it, "I don't know how to describe it," she shrugged,

"Nice. Now tell me, do mind if I had people come over?"

"People?"

"Like small gatherings? My friends and I like to have our sessions at my place,"

"What kind of sessions?" Beca arched an eyebrow.

"You can think of them as religious sessions,"

"Are you in some cult?" Beca bluntly asked. She took the silence of her potential roommate for a yes. "Um, I don't have any problem with any religion—hey, where's the reference from your previous roommate?" Beca eyed the girl who ignored her question and moved to the living area.

"Okay," Beca said slowly then glanced at the time, "Shit, I have somewhere to be, I'll call you tell you what I decided," she walked the girl out of her apartment then closed the door behind her.

It has been the third person in a week that she has met to see if they were fit to share her apartment with. And so far, this girl was the least sketchy, and that says a lot.

She grabbed her keys and got out of the apartment. She was going to pick up Chloe from the airport.

She got there late but Chloe didn't complain. She was going to spend the weekend in L.A.

"How's my favorite redhead doing?" Beca asked as she drove them back to her place.

"Great," Chloe stretched, "You?"

"I'm doing okay... I still can't find a normal person to share my apartment,"

"If you can't afford living there why not move out?" Chloe asked,

"Because I like it," Beca shrugged, "And I can very much afford it. It's not about the money, it's just that I prefer to have someone to share the chores with," she sighed. "And so far, I got plenty of creeps, and if they're remotely okay they'd either wanna get in my pants, know next to nothing when it comes to cleaning,"

"Gee, roommate hunting is hard."

"Tell me about."

"So, are you still going?" Chloe asked after a beat, changing the subject. "I don't get why you're gonna do this to yourself," she added when Beca didn't reply.

"Here we go again," Beca muttered, "Chloe, he and I are grownups. And I'm over him, I don't see any reason not to go. Can we please not talk about this?"

"Fine," Chloe gave up. "For now, but I won't stop trying to change your mind until the very last minute,"

"You wouldn't be you if you did," Beca smiled.

The next day.

"Does this dress say: I'm over you and very happy for you?" she held the black dress and showed it to Chloe who jumped on the bed.

"No, it doesn't say anything," Chloe eyed her best friend. "I didn't fly all the way from Seattle to watch you do this to yourself, Bec."

"I'm seriously fine," Beca shrugged placing the dress back, she placed a hand on her waist and eyed her clothes.

"No, you have a humongous pride, and the only reason you're going to his wedding is to show him that you're fine without him,"

"You can say his name Chloe," Beca deadpanned then pulled a short blue dress, "How about this one?" she turned to Chloe,

"It's cute," Chloe nodded,

"What are you wearing?" Beca asked

"A sleeveless grey dress,"

"Thank god not a pantsuit, enough people think we're couple,"

"I think you can rock a pantsuit," Chloe got on her feet,

"Not to my ex-boyfriend's wedding, maybe to the Grammy's but not to Crispin's wedding." Beca turned to Chloe when she got to her side.

"He's a moron for letting you walk away,"

"Chloe I broke up with him, remember?"

"Yes because you found a ring in his pocket and panicked,"

"Crispin knew that I don't want to get married, we weren't that serious anyway," she shrugged. "It doesn't matter, he invited me to his wedding and I'm going,"

"Beca you were with him for more than 3 years," Chloe threw her arm over Beca's shoulder,

"we were on and off" Beca tilted her head to look at Chloe. "C'mon, let's start getting ready, I wanna catch the ceremony," Beca pulled away from Chloe's hold.

"Isn't weird that he's getting married after 8 months of your split?" Chloe said in puzzlement,

"He found his soul mate," Beca said sarcastically making Chloe chuckle, "That's what he told me, after sending the invite he called and told me that Emilia is his soul mate and that he's grateful I stopped him from making the biggest mistake of his life, aka, asking me to marry him," Beca sighed

"Oh Beca," Chloe threw her arms from behind and hugged her best friend,

"I'm fine," Beca shrugged,

"Oh fuck me," Beca muttered when she and Chloe arrived at the church.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked,

"This's a huge mistake," Beca gripped Chloe's arm.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you for a while now, glad you noticed. We're here now, suck it up," Chloe kept her voice even. The two made their way to a bench and took a seat.

Meeting Crispin's gaze Beca politely smiled at him and he acknowledged her with a nod. She could hear the whispers around her and couldn't wait for the ceremony to be over so that she can get some alcohol in her system.

Hearing Beca huff, Chloe turned to her, "What?"

"What, what? Can't you hear the people sitting behind us," Beca said in a voice above a whisper.

"Of course, I can," Chloe whispered, "Guess it wouldn't have mattered if either of us wore a pantsuit," she shrugged.

"Nope," Beca clenched her jaw.

The whispers from behind were all about Crispin's ex who cheated on him with a girl that she brought with her.

"It just bugs me that they think I would do that," Beca said in annoyance

"Well, they can think what they want, you're not a cheater,"

"And even if I were, what kind of a person would go to their ex-'s wedding with the person they cheated on them with?"

"Beca let it go," Chloe's voice was even.

"I can't!"

"Beca," Chloe called her name slowly.

Beca groaned in frustration. She tried to ignore the whispers but couldn't, she couldn't let the people behind her think she was a cheater. She hated cheaters.

"Excuse me, hi," she turned to the guests behind her,

"Jesus," Chloe muttered rubbing her forehead.

"I just want you to know that Crispin and I split because I didn't want to get married and NOT because I cheated on him with this girl. I just wanted to put it out there," she smiled at the guests who were eyeing her with shock. "Have a good day," she turned back.

"You feel better now?" Chloe asked.

"Oh yeah!" Beca nodded. "No one calls me a cheater... unless they're a teacher—"

"You cheated during exams?"

"I might have… in middle school."

"Beca!"

"It still haunts me," Beca closed her eyes for a moment. Hearing the music, she opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at the bride who was grinning like an idiot and holding a grey haired man's arm.

And for some reason, Beca felt like someone stabbed her in the guts when she reached Crispin and it confused the hell out of her. Chloe felt the change in her friend and turned to watch her watch the couple read their vows.

"Oh, no." Chloe said in a nonchalant voice. "Jesus, Beca!" Chloe whispered. "I knew it was all pride talk, the whole it's alright it's okay" she started to shake her head slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Beca didn't take her eyes off the couple.

"You still love him!"

"What?" Beca said out loud. It was loud enough to get some attention.

Chloe nervously smiled at the people who looked at them and waited for them to focus their attention back on the bride and groom.

"You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend," Chloe whisper yelled.

"Don't be absurd," Beca rolled her eyes.

"Do not roll your eyes at me," Chloe glared at her.

"Listen, I don't know what made you think that I am, but I'm not, so chill the fuck out," Beca kept her voice even as she tilted her head to look at her best friend before looking back at the couple.

She felt a lump in her throat watching them happily kiss after the priest pronounced them man and wife.

"Bec keep your shit together and don't cry until we're outta here," Chloe said noticing the moist that started to form in Beca's eyes.

Beca looked down and managed to wipe the tears without messing up her makeup. She took a deep breath then looked up.

"Do you think you can bottle it down for now?"

Beca nodded. "It's okay Bec, we'll be outta here in few minutes." Chloe took her hand and squeezed it.

"I'm fi—"

"Nuh-uh, you're not," Chloe cut her off. "I can't believe I let you come," she muttered.

"C'mon we're leaving," Chloe got on her feet once the ceremony ended.

Beca didn't argue, she thought she was fine. It confused her so much, she didn't realize he meant as much as he did.

She was in deep thoughts she didn't see the man she walked right into his chest once they were out of the church. "Sorry," she apologized without looking at him.

"No prob—hey I know you," he pointed at her.

"No you don't," she said in a nonchalant voice,

"Yes, I do, you're Beca."

"Bec, c'mon," Chloe nodded

"Just a sec Chlo," Beca glanced at Chloe then back at the man before her.

"I'm Jesse, from like 3 years ago… you gave me a ride and help me sober that drunk girl up…"

"Jesse!" she exclaimed in realization,

"What a small world. What are you doing here? I mean you're obviously at a wedding that I just missed," he grimaced "Which side of the family?" he asked

"Um, the groom," she said after a beat. "I know the groom,"

"Well, the bride is my wife's cousin," he informed her as he smiled at a guest "Uncle Sam," he shook his hand before looking back at Beca. Hearing Chloe clear her throat Jesse turned to her.

"Oh sorry, Chloe, this is Jesse," Beca gestured between them, "Jesse, Chloe," she forced a smile on noticing how he was eyeing her.

"You look like might want a drink," he said making her chuckle humorlessly, "I'm gonna get you a drink," he pointed at her,

"The reception venue is like 5 miles away," Beca state,

"I have my ways" he shrugged,

"Are you an alcoholic?" she narrowed her eyes at him, "do you, like, carry your liquor around?" she asked, glad she was no longer on the verge of tears, Jesse was a good distraction.

"Okay, this is gonna sound like a made up story but I was supposed to be at a barbeque at my friend's then I remembered that I had this wedding thingy and I raced here, and the beer is still in my car trunk," he elaborated. "These aren't even mine" He gestured at his clothes

"I believe you," She eyed him, he was wearing a pair of khaki pants, his white shirt wasn't ironed, didn't have blazer nor was he wearing a tie.

"Wait right here, I'll get you one," he pointed at her then turned to Chloe "wanna a beer?"

"No, thanks," she smiled politely at him.

"Wait," he turned back to Beca and she nodded,

"What are you doing Beca?" Chloe asked in a bored tone,

"I need a drink," she replied, smiling at Jesse who was pacing to the parking lot.

"You gonna drink beer in front of a church?"

Beca shrugged at her question. "then let's join him in the parking lot," she started to walk to parking lot.

"How do you know him, again?" Chloe questioned as they fell into step.

"I gave him a ride to a bar to sober a girl up then drove him to his place, like 3 years ago, never saw him again after that night."

"Okay," Chloe said slowly, processing what her friend has just told her.

"Here you go," Jesse handed her the beer when they reached him at the lot.

"You weren't kidding," Beca chuckled bringing the beer to her mouth.

"I'm gonna get hell for drinking from these but what the hell," he shrugged "I get to make a beautiful woman feel better," he said huskily. Beca didn't hide her uneasiness.

Did he just flirt with me? Beca wondered then glanced at Chloe who shrugged.

Beca looked down at his ring finger he was wearing the wedding band. She shrugged it off, thinking she misread him.

"Jesse!" A woman called from a distance,

The three of them tilted their heads to the source, a brunette in a yellow dress.

"Oh Jeez," Jesse muttered to himself but Beca heard him and watched the woman walk to them.

"Jesse," She smiled him then glanced at both Chloe and Beca. "Mom was asking about you, what took you so long?" she asked,

"Traffic," he smiled at her.

"I didn't know you were friends with Crispin's ex-… and her girlfriend," she turned to Beca.

Does everyone think I'm dating Chlo?

"I. Did. Not. Cheat. On. Crispin," Beca said behind gritted teeth.

"Okay," Chloe placed her hand on Beca arm,

"Cris—who?" Jesse took a sip from the beer,

"Crispin, the groom, Jesse" she informed him.

"You go both ways?" he asked in amusement as he eyed Beca.

"We're not a thing," Beca pointed at Chloe while glancing at the woman's left hand, she saw the wedding ring,

Beca drowned the beer then turned to the church when she heard the cheers. The new weds were getting out of the church.

"C'mon," The woman reached for Jesse's hand and dragged him with her.

"Bec, let's bail," Chloe said as she looked at the church herself.

"No," Beca sucked her teeth before looking back at Chloe, "We're going to the reception, I can do this," she nodded confidently,

"Nope, you barely held it together in there."

"Chloe you don't understand, being called a cheater really bothers me, I can't have people think that I am."

"Yeah, but since when do you care what others think?"

"Since I got called a cheater,"

Beca hated cheaters guts. If you're no longer interest in a person, dump them, don't cheat on them.

At the reception venue.

"You're not planning on getting hammered, aren't you?" Chloe asked watching Beca drown champagne glass after the other.

Beca shrugged bringing the champagne to her mouth. "I'm just trying to figure out a way to let people know that I didn't cheat on Crispin. Alcohol helps me think,"

Chloe sighed bringing her champagne glass to her mouth.

"Hey there," Jesse sat across from Beca with a plateful of cake in his hand.

"Hi," she looked up,

"I'm sorry about earlier, I left without saying anything," he apologized,

"You were dragged away, and it isn't a big deal." she shrugged.

"You okay?" he asked noting her irritation

"Nope, everyone here thinks I'm a whore that broke poor Crispin's heart by cheating on him." She sat up.

Chloe arched an eyebrow watching her friend, who she forced into talking to her when they first met in college, open up to this man that they barely knew.

"Well, who gives?" he shrugged, "You're not gonna see most of these people again," Jesse filled his mouth with cake.

"I give more than a fuck about being accused of cheating," she took a sip.

"Why did you come then?" he casually asked,

"He invited me, so I came," she shrugged.

"Okay," he chuckled, "I'm sure there's no other reason behind you coming to your ex-boyfriend's wedding.—Was he the guy you were referring to that night?"

"Wow, you still remember what we talked about?"

"Yeah, I got a pretty good memory," he took another forkful of cake. "You didn't answer me," he mumbled

"Yeah, he was." She sighed.

"He proposed and you said no, didn't you?" he guessed

"Close," Beca chuckled humorlessly, "I found the ring and freaked out on him then left him,"

"Damn." He eyed her in awe.

"Okay, can you explain what is going on right now?" Chloe asked.

"What?" they said in unison.

"This," Chloe gestured between them then pulled Beca close enough so that she'd be the only one to hear her, "You're talking to him like you've known him forever," she whispered.

"So?" Beca whispered back

"Beca, this is not healthy"

"What are you talking about?" Beca said in confusing

"You like him,"

"I don't, and he's married" Beca pulled away then looked up at Jesse who was looking elsewhere, she tilted her head and found him looking at the band.

"Where's your wife?" Beca asked.

"She's socializing," he answered before he looked back her.

"She's the one that dragged you, right?"

He nodded. "You're prettier than what I remember."

"Is that a compliment or are you hinting that I looked like shit that night?" she brought the glass to her mouth.

"Both." He laughed when she arched her eyebrows, "Hey, I gotta go see my in-laws, I'll see you around," he winked at Beca before he got on his feet.

"What?" Beca asked feeling Chloe's gaze.

"You're playing with fire and it's gonna backfire,"

"Last time I checked making friends with a married guy isn't wrong." Beca shrugged looking at Jesse as he walked away.

"Yeah but flirting with a married man is very wrong,"

"Jesus, Chloe, I'm just being friendly," Beca said defensively. "I can't believe you'd say something like that,"

An hour later.

"Imma hit the ladies room" Beca got up,

"Wait, I'm coming with you," Chloe got up as well and tried not to let people see how drunk Beca was.

"Thanks," Beca gripped into Chloe's arm.

"What are we doing here Beca?"

"I'm in for the free booze" Beca hiccupped.

"I'm sure you are," Chloe sighed,

Beca let go of Chloe's arm when they reached the pretty crowded restroom, she made her way to a toilet meanwhile Chloe checked her makeup before she went into a toilet herself.

Beca got out and when she didn't find Chloe she got out. She started to make her way back to their table but her heel got stuck and she tripped then managed not to fall on her face.

"Where's your friend?" Jesse's voice came from her right. She tilted her head to look at him.

"She left?" Beca shrugged then started to make her way to the entrance, "Where are you going?" Jesse asked when he caught up with her,

"Home, I've had enough," She answered,

"You're really wasted," he noted as he fell into step with her.

"Did you figure it out on your own or did someone help you?" she hiccuped.

"Why did you come here Beca?" he asked her again when they reached the entrance,

"I had to come, if I didn't then Crispin would think that I still want him, which is NOT TRUE—where the fuck is Chloe?"

"Hand me your phone and let's call her,"

"I don't have it, it's in her purse," she ran her fingers through her hair the continued to walk, taking the first turn she came across, which led to a small alley.

"Okay, tell me where you live and I'll drive you home." He offered following her. He took her arm afraid she'd fall.

"Dude, let go," she pushed him and lost coordination, he pulled her back with more force than he intended, she slammed into his chest. He let go of her arm and put his hands up, she took a step back then looked up at him, and before she knew it she was kissing him.

Jesse didn't take long to return her kiss, pinning her to the wall, he felt her run her fingers through his hair then clench it and pull him even closer.

She was first to break the kiss when air became a problem.

"I—" Jesse stepped back unable to form a phrase.

"Let's get out of here,"

AN: Any guesses what's gonna happen next?

Also, to answer the guest with this review "Thats interesting. I lived on the East Coast for 5 years and I can tell you they are much more easygoing and friendly than West Coasters and I definitely never had anyone refuse to shake my hand." It's a stereotype, you know, the superiority problem?