I Should Hate You. (Pitch Perfect AU)

Chapter 3

(AN) It's short and un edited, but here! Hope you guys like it! :)

3RD Person POV

“Uh, do you still talk?” Jesse asks after a very long pause, and Beca picks up the phone.

“Not often, she’s been traveling Europe, so she calls every month or so and we’ll talk for a few hours, comment that we have to see each other soon, then not talk for another month.” Beca says, as she gets rid of the notification, deciding to listen to the voicemail later.

 “Oh…What about the others? Aubrey and Hannah?” He asks, genuinely curious. Beca shakes her head as she makes a face.

“No, not since the last group get-together our senior year and that was only because it would have been rude to not say something. Everyone was going around and saying goodbye so…”  Beca trails off bitterly, not wanting to think about the bitches that rode her nerves her entire senior year.

“Oh, um, well does anyone else know...about your feelings I mean?” He asks hesitantly, and Beca closes her eyes.

“Yea…Amy; my sister in law, Stacie and Kylie. That’s it. I talked to Stacie today; since we talk almost every day and she knows you’re here…She’s my best friend so I confided in here. I haven’t talked to Amy or Kylie in a few weeks but I’m expecting calls.” She admits with a sigh and a hand through her hair, Jesse nods.

“Oh. Well what are you going to tell Jessica?” He asks, sort of desperately, it hits a nerve and her eyes narrow.

“Why do you care?” She asks and he closes his eyes, and shakes his head.

“Not like that…I don’t want you under pressure; frankly I don’t give a shit what Jessica thinks about me.” He says and Beca is shocked and guilty at the same time.

“Sorry…” she whispers, and he sighs, standing and putting his own bowl in the sink, before wrapping her in a hug, she’s tense at 1st before finally giving in, relaxing in the feel of being in his arms.

“Don’t be. I deserve it.” He whispers and she sighs, resting her head against his chest, her hands moving to wrap around his neck, gripping maybe a little too hard at the hair at the nap of his neck. She didn’t want to let go. His hand starts rubbing her back and she closes her eyes, simply enjoying it.

“Beca.” He says, his voice huskier than normal, causing her to gasp, but she doesn’t move. Her mind is foggy with his smell, and she can’t think around it, all she can think about is the possibility of the one thing she’s wanted since she was 15. Jesse kissing her.

She pulls her head back to look up at him, gauging his reaction as she licks her lips, his eyes immediately following her movement. Beca is stuck looking into his eyes and as his hand comes up to caress her cheek, he swallows and whispers.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.”  Beca can’t think of a reason that it shouldn’t happen, but she wants him to kiss her, so she leans up on her toes, resting her forehead against his.