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Seven Little Kisses?

Chapter 1: If your life had a face

Not so long ago, in the mysterious campus of Barden University, Beca Mitchell was dating Jesse Swanson.

"Beca's dating Jesse?" Stacie inquired, her brow furrowed, after Fat Amy's statement. –"That Treble boy's Shorty's new bae." – Beca squirmed, trying to mask her obvious discomfort with a smile. Quite unsuccessfully, since it turned out characteristically sarcastic.

It was sophomore year and a part of the Barden Bellas had gathered in Beca's new dorm, which she shared with Amy. The brunette had been extremely relieved she no longer had to share a room with the crude –and, sincerely, scary- presence that was Kimmy Jin. However, in the present situation, she would have undoubtedly chosen the Korean girl's company over her friends' in order to avoid the conversation they were having and the embarrassment it was creating.

"So…?" Cynthia Rose spoke from her spot on the edge of Beca's bed, expecting an answer. She, Stacie and Amy were sitting side by side, facing the small DJ, who was sitting on her office chair by the desk.

"Yes…I'm dating him." Beca replied, crossing her arms on her chest. "What's the big deal?"

[BECA MITCHELL

19 YEARS OLD

RATING: BADASS DJ]

"After the ICCA finals…" Started Stacie. "Didn't you tell us kissing him made you realize you are-"

"Hella gay?" Completed Cynthia Rose nonchalantly. "And I'm pretty sure that wasn't the only reason, if you know what I mean."

"What?!" Beca exclaimed in a tremulous voice, blushing intensely due to the amused look the other girls were giving her. As much as she liked her friends, she was definitely starting to regret inviting them over that afternoon. There was a small moment of awkward silence, followed by a manifestation of what everyone seemed to be thinking, courtesy of Amy:

Cough. "Redhead."

[FAT AMY

20 YEARS OLD

RATING: AUSTRALIAN]

Beca's expression shifted to a scowl at the mention of their former co-captain. That did not stop her teammates from pushing the subject, though.

Amy sighed. "How come you're dating puppy-boy when you're so clearly into-"

"I am not." Beca protested. "Chloe's a friend. Best friend, maybe, but nothing more. And, concerning my, as you put it, raging homosexuality, you too would hide it if you had a conservative tool for a stepmother."

Said fact wouldn't be such an enormous obstacle for the truthfulness of the DJ's existence if she wasn't secretly struggling to accept herself. She would definitely spend half of her time making sure to use her sexual orientation as another way to displease her father's wife, otherwise. Which is probably why her friends, especially Cynthia Rose, stared at her quizzically, giving no sign that the interrogation was over.

"But why would you need a boyfriend to do that? It's not really necessary." She stated, not at all convinced by Beca's justification.

"I don't know. Jesse's a nice guy, we're good friends." The tiny brunette replied flatly while massaging her own temples. "And he spent all year trying to become more than that, so I just…kinda went along with it.

"So, did you guys, like, do it yet?" Stacie bluntly asked, sending her a smirk.

"Dude, no." Beca instantly answered, a grimace painting her features. "We haven't even kissed since the ICCAs."

"Do you guys even do anything?" Cynthia Rose inquired; feeling more surprised each second by Beca's apparent persistence to keep up her façade.

"We have done many things." Beca explained. "We walk through campus together and we have meaningful conversations about his favorite movies and about his friends and, you know, drama."

Before any of the girls could point out just how unacceptable the whole setting of the petite girl's relationship was, her phone began to ring – 'Don't You (Forget About Me)' echoed through the dorm and Beca fumbled through the items on the desk for a while before reaching it.

"Really?!" Fat Amy exclaimed incredulously. Beca shrugged in response and murmured angrily – "Come out to your friends, I said. It will be fun, I said." - before answering the call.

"BECAW!" The overly excited voice that belonged to Jesse Swanson bursted from the device, making Beca frown in annoyance as she held it far from her ear for a couple of seconds.

"Hey, Jesse, what's up?" She replied as she tugged on her own hair, unconsciously trying to distract herself.

"Well, I have nothing to do today, so I was wondering if I could stop by the Bellas' first rehearsal. We could hang out afterwards." He sounded hopeful. Beca shut her eyes for a moment, trying her hardest not to let out an afflicted sigh.

"Shit, right, we start rehearsing today, I almost forgot." She laughed, rather unconvincingly. Stacie drilled though her with her blue eyes.

"You're our captain." She stated. The DJ couldn't help but to ignore her, since Jesse found himself chattering. Something about a movie projector and the new DVDs he had acquired.

"Yeah, okay. Let me just ask the girls." She requested before lowering the phone. "Guys, is it okay if Jesse watches our rehearsal?"

"Is he gonna geek out on us?" Fat Amy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He'll just sit in the corner." Beca stated indifferently.

"I mean, I want him to geek out on us."

"He'll geek. He geeks. He has the capacity to geek."

Beca was unable to keep count of how many times Jesse uttered the phrase "You guys are incredible" during the very first Bellas rehearsal of the year. Needless to say, all of his squealing, plus the goofy smile stuck on his features as he observed from the benches were enough to make the group – with the exception of Amy, who was clearly pleased with the attention - uncomfortable and with difficulty to concentrate. Not that he noticed.

"Don't tell any of the Trebles, but you guys really rock." He would say whenever Beca approached to check on him. The brunette didn't even worry about the possibility of him sharing information about their current set with his teammates. He was undeniably too infatuated with her to even consider it.

The exhausting day did not end then, to Beca's despair. Meeting her miserable predictions was the movie night that followed in Jesse's dorm. In spite of her constant reinforcement that she did not care for movies at all and that she would rather watch Aubrey's vomiting video repeatedly, the boy refused to give up on giving her a 'movication', insisting that she had to be more open minded and that she would develop a liking for them eventually.

Beca had to bite her tongue to suppress her declaration that if it didn't work with men, it wouldn't work with movies.

Being forced to watch movies, however, wasn't the worst part when she spent time with him. Ironically, it was when he didn't want to watch them.

In that particular evening, the both of them were sitting on Jesse's bed, 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' playing on his laptop, when he suddenly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaning into her suggestively. Beca's blank stare (that disguised her extreme distaste) was enough to make him press 'pause' and close the computer's lid.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his face saddening. Beca placed a hand on his chest to carefully push him away.

[JESSE SWANSON

20 YEARS OLD

RATING: PUPPY-BOY]

"Can we…not do this right now?" She requested, not knowing how to soften the rejection. He untangled his arm form her and scowled.

"We never do this." He complained, fixating his light brown eyes on her navy blue ones. "I know we aren't exactly serious, but I don't really want anyone else. I haven't even kissed another girl since we started dating."

Feeling somewhat sorry for his unfavorable situation, she caringly placed a hand on his other arm and leaned closer. He smiled briefly in anticipation, but that was enough to make her change her mind. Firstly, because it wasn't fair. Secondly, because she didn't owe anything to him, or anyone, whatsoever. Therefore, she did what she did best: she let out a snarky joke.

"Me neither."

After a distressing hour watching the remainder of the movie in silence, Beca mentioned a headache as an excuse to leave. She walked back to her dorm hurriedly, with an intense need to lie down on her bed and –if possible- sleep until the end of her unfortunate college experience. Surely, she had made amazing friends and learned to be a more open person since the moment she joined the Barden Bellas. They had had a breathtaking victory in the last ICCA competition. Still, the present scenario in which she was engulfed was probably going to make the remaining years at Barden unbearable.

As if her uneasiness wasn't enough already, her phone began to rang as she entered the dorm. She groaned, expecting it to be Jesse. But, to her surprise, the name that showed on the screen was Aubrey Posen.

She groaned even louder.

Although the two women had managed to look through their differences by the end of the previous year, it was unusual of Aubrey to call her. Having considered everything that was happening, it probably meant she had found out about Beca's shenanigans. Which meant she had something to obsess over.

"Hello?" She answered, quite unwillingly.

"Jesse Swanson?!" Was the first thing that the fierce woman uttered, not even bothering to greet the brunette properly. "What are you doing?!"

[AUBREY POSEN

23 YEARS OLD

HAS ISSUES]

"Who told you?" Beca asked nervously.

"Amy, of course."

"That gossipy bitch." Beca protested, glaring at Amy from the corner of her eye while sitting on her own bed. The larger woman didn't seem affected by that and simply responded with a careless "You know me" and a wink. "Did she also tell you I'm a huge lesbian?" Beca declared bitterly.

"She didn't have to with that attitude of yours and all the flannel you wear."

"Hey, watch the stereotypes, Posen."

"You didn't answer my question, Mitchell." Aubrey stated, mocking Beca's sarcastic tone. "Why Jesse? Why didn't you go for-"

'You'd better not say 'Chloe', Posen, or I'll hang up on you." Beca spat. She was honestly getting tired of the fact that this was the way that all of her recent conversations were handled. Instead of an instant reply, she heard a deep sigh from the other line.

"Beca, if your life had a face, I would punch it."

"Very funny." The small brunette rolled her eyes instinctively, even though she knew the other woman couldn't see her.

"I mean, are you really happy or are you really evil?" Aubrey questioned.

"Like, do I have ulterior motives or something? I'm offended, Aubrey."

"Wounded, even?"

"Hurt, Aubrey."

"Not as hurt as other people will be if you keep this up." The blonde argued. Beca gulped. Her stubborn friend had a point. She tried hard not to give it much thought as she moved from the bed to the desk to scroll through her social media on her laptop. "Anyway, I have to go. Be careful, Beca." Aubrey warned, a hint of worry in the midst of her reprimand.

"Yeah, okay. Bye." The quick farewell gave way to a few minutes of internal debate in which she stared at her computer screen emotionlessly.

"Just message her already, Shorty." Amy encouraged. Beca did as she was told, clicking on Chloe's picture on Facebook's chat bar and quickly elaborating an announcement.

(21:30) Before you hear some dirty lies from someone else, yes, I'm dating Jesse.

Chloe, always so caring, answered shortly afterwards.

(21:31) Oh.

Beca felt her blood going cold as she read the ginger's brief response. 'Oh' was terrible. 'Oh' was death.

Aubrey was right. Terrifyingly right.

If her life had a face, she would punch it as well.

Basically, the reason for this fic is that, one day I started thinking of how Beca would deal with a Scott Pilgrim type of situation, and then I simply had to write it. There are a couple of similar fics on this website, but I really want to give this idea a try, using my own view, so I'm not even going to check the other ones out.

So, as you may be able to tell, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update it, but I'd honestly prefer to take a little longer and actually put a lot of effort in each chapter than update quickly, but with no quality.

Anyway, tell me what you think of this first one and whether it's worth it or not to go on!

Thanks for reading!

~angstylullaby