I Should Hate You. (Pitch Perfect AU)

Chapter 1

3rd Person POV

Beca is walking around her neighborhood, exploring Los Angeles, her dad had left that morning after he checked out her apartment and of course the neighbors, Beca's sure he chose the apartment specifically but would have background checked the three families with young kids, two single girls living together across the hall and the old couple she shared the building with, if he could have. His over protectiveness was new, and Beca liked feeling cared about, though it still felt like it was a little over due.

She had lined up a job through Luke, her manager at the radio station she had worked at well at Barden. He knew some people and was able to pull some strings after she finally convinced him to listen to her mixes. She had interviewed a month ago, via video chat, and they had accepted, calling her 2 weeks ago.

She had gotten out of school a week ago, and was more than happy for it, after joining a French club for the 2nd semester to get her dad off her back, she had taken 3 years of it in high school, so she figured it wouldn't hurt. All they did was talk in French during their bi-weekly meetings and ate French food. Now she's was where she's wanted to be for the last two years.

She avoided the topic when her dad asked about New York, her previous dream. It brought back too many memories that she didn't want to relive.

She's following the map quest directions on her phone to the nearest grocery store, having no food in her apartment. The store is 4 city blocks away, she enters, and grabs a basket. She shops quickly, just getting the essentials for now and some microwave dinners. She's exiting the store when she hears it, or rather him.

"...lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more, no!" The enchanting voice and familiar guitar playing traps her in her spot, she gasps loudly and squeezes her eyes shut. She had to be hearing things! He's all the way in New York...

She takes a deep breath and listens...Nothing...maybe she was hearing things?

"Beca? Beca Mitchell?" The voice calls out and she cringes, nope, definitely not hearing things.

She turns a slightly fake smile on her face. She holds in her gasp when she sees him, her smile becoming a little more genuine.

"Holy shit!" She says as she walks the 5 feet to the guy sitting on the ground in grungy cargo pants, and a worn T-Shirt that's way too small for him and too familiar to Beca. He has those same worn knock-off basketball sneakers, but with some added Duct Tape, there's a guitar on his lap and a large cargo bag sitting to the side, a puffy coat sticking out of it, his hair is a couple inches longer then he normally wears it and in its natural curly state, only the 3rd time Beca has seen it this way, and he has way more facial hair then Beca had ever seen him with.

"Jesse Swanson, what the fuck happened to you?" She asks, a little too loudly, and a mother in her early forties with 3 kids glares at her, she smiles at her in apology.

"Beca Mitchell, still the same vulgar midget" Jesse says as he stands from where he was sitting, setting the guitar into its case over the $4.32 that's in it.

"Shut up ass, what the hell are you doing here?" Beca says as she folds her arms, awkwardly with the three grocery bags, and stares at her converse as they kick the ground in front of her.

"Welcoming." He smirks and she laughs awkwardly, glancing at him once before running a hand through her hair, her eyes going back to her shoes.

"So, I'd give you a hug, but I'm not sure you'd even want one, and I'm sort of gross right now." He says, gesturing to his clothes, she nods, before the 1st thought she had when she saw him falls out of her mouth.