AN: I don't know if there will be more to this than this chapter. I ran into a friend from when I was like 12 on campus. It was weird and great. It sparked up an idea for a story and I tried to write it down. Hit me up with your thoughts and let me know what you think. Peace out.

This blows—Beca thought to herself as she sunk into her seat in the movie theater while a movie she had long lost interest in played in front of her. She rolled her eyes when her date, Jacob Douglas, put his hand over hers. Her best friend Chloe made her go out with him because who turns down the school's cutest quarterback? Well, Beca wouldn't be at movies watching a stupid rom-com with jock, who spent more time talking about himself and his scholarship than trying to get to know her better, if she had a choice— She had a choice but Chloe wouldn't shut up about it so better just do it, plus the pizza they ate before going to the theater wasn't bad.

Beca sighed and pulled her vibrating phone.

"Turn off your phone," a voice to her left whispered in annoyance.

She looked up from her phone and arched an eyebrow. "Why don't you watch the movie you paid for?" she glared at the guy who was looking at her.

"The shining light from your cell is a disturbance, turn it off," he stuffed his mouth with popcorn and held her gaze.

"No," she looked down at her phone and opened her messaging app and found a text from her mother.

'Where are you?' Beca rolled her eyes reading the text.

'At the movies. I told you last night over dinner.' She shook her head, texting her mother, then looked up hearing really noisy chewing coming from the guy that just asked her to turn off her phone.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"That's personal information, why do you ask?" he asked, still chewing awfully loud.

"This is R rated and not appropriate for a 12-year-old," she told him. He looked past her and at her date then back at her.

"That's why your parents sent you here with your big brother?" He brought the straw to his mouth and sipped rather loudly.

She rolled her eyes and looked down at her cell when it vibrated.

'Have fun, sweetheart. I left you cash on the counter for dinner.'

Beca kept staring at her phone's screen then sighed before locking it.

"Turn it back on," the noisy eat/drinker said. She ignored him. He pulled his own phone and unlocked the screen then pointed it at her.

"What the fuck is your problem, dude?" she snapped behind gritted teeth as she tilted her head.

"Is this dude bothering you?" Jacob asked as he rested his hand on her shoulder.

"I know you," the guy said, locking his phone.

"No, you don't," she told him then glanced at Jacob. "He doesn't."

"You're Beca Mitchell. Almost didn't recognize you with all the makeup but it's you," he said and got shushed by a movie goer.

"How do you know my name?" she asked while shrugging off Jacob's hand.

"How can I forget my childhood best friend? We were besties until you changed schools in the middle of the school year during 7th grade and disappeared from the face of the earth," he told her. "I'm Jesse, Jesse Swanson." He put some light on his face so that she could see him. Beca nodded, recognizing him.

"Childhood best friend is a stretch don't you think?" she asked.

Another shush came and it was more aggressive than the first one. Jesse just smiled at her and instead of answering with words he shook his head.

"Good seeing you, Mitchie," Jesse whispered then leaned against his seat.

She eyed him for a few seconds then looked back in front of her at the boring ass rom-com they were watching.

Jesse Swanson, now that's a name she hadn't heard in years. She could have kept touch but didn't because it was easier to shut everything out after her dad bailed on her and mother.

She crossed her arms across her chest to avoid having Jacob in her personal space again.

It wasn't that he was bad but she just didn't like him. He was way too confident and self-absorbed and something seemed iffy about him.

Beca sunk into her seat when the main characters started making out and tearing each others' clothes. She could see Jacob out of the corner of her eye stretching which was a classic move to throw his arm over her shoulder. She smirked when he saw that it wasn't going to happen then glanced at Jesse who was watching the scene casually resting his arm against the arm of his seat.

"What kind of a guy watches a romcom all alone?" she leaned in and whispered just enough only Jesse would hear her.

"A guy that enjoys romcoms," he answered without looking at her.

"You sure that's the case?" she asked suggestively.

"Very sure," he nodded. "Now, save the chatter for later. I'm enjoying this."

Beca was about to lean back against her seat when Jacob threw his arm around her shoulder. She looked up, smiled at him then tried to find a comfortable way to sit and not lean against him.

The movie ended on a happy note, of course, and Beca was happier than the characters in the movie.

Walking out of the theater to her was walking out of a prison to a wrongfully imprisoned person.

"This was nice," Jacob said to her as he glanced at his watch.

"Totally," she nodded, sounding sarcastic and not really caring.

"Um," he nervously chuckled as they started making their way to the parking lot.

"What?" Beca arched an eyebrow. He was anxious and it was weird because it seemed very out of character for him. "Got somewhere to be?" she asked when he glanced at the time again.

"Yes," he rapidly nodded.

"Well," she sighed, "You don't have to drive me home," she told him, shrugging. "I can walk home."

He shook his head and clicked his tongue as he stopped walking. "You know what?" he paused, collecting his thoughts. "I don't like you," he honestly told her.

"Okay," she stretched the word as she stuffed her hands in her pockets.

"It's not that I don't like you it's just that I don't like like you," he tried to explain but it didn't make sense.

"Dude, it's fine," she shrugged.

"No, you don't seem to get it," he scratched the back of his head. "I. Don't. Like, like. You."

"Oh," she quietly said as it clicked in her head. "Then why did you ask me out?" she asked.

"Because everyone on the team was starting to notice that I hardly take any girl out and since you're in the closet too I figured you'd have my back when I tell you," he explained.

"I'm not gay," she said.

"You're not?" he questioned in disbelief. "But you wear plaids and hate guys."

"My dislike of people is gender neutral, to be honest," she told him. "And, I just like plaids," she added.

"So, you're not gay?" he asked again.

"Nope," she shook her head. "It's 2016, why wouldn't I keep my sexuality a secret?" she wondered.

"Shit," he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Hey, Jake," she paused when he looked at her. "I'm not gonna tell anyone about you told me."

He pulled her into a hug, a tight one. "Thanks, Beca," he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I should drive you home now," he said as he pulled away.

Beca looked behind him and saw Jesse wandering around. She guessed he was looking for her.

"I think I'm gonna walk home," she told Jacob. "I'll see around at school," she added, when he nodded, then turned on her heels.

"Mitchie," Jesse exclaimed when he saw her then ran up to her. "When is your curfew?" he asked when he reached her.

"Why?" she asked.

"We got some catching up to do and I have to know how much time I have before you disappear again."

Her mother left money for dinner which meant she was going to spend the night at her boyfriend's which also meant no parental figure to give her shit when she gets home late.

"7," she told him after quickly glancing at the time. Someone should award her for being a good kid and giving herself a curfew. If she was being honest, she just wanted to go home and lay in bed and mix music until she fell asleep.

"It's 6:10 now," he said, eyeing his watch. "I can work with this," he nodded mumbling before he looked up. "You hungry?" he asked her. She shook her head. "Okay, let's get ice cream or something then and I'll walk you home," he said as they started to walk.

He didn't give her a chance to decline because he proceeded to ask, "Where did the dude you came with go?"

"Home? I don't know," she shrugged.

"Is he your boyfriend?" he carefully asked.

"First date," she told him.

"Huh."

"I don't think we going out again," she added then rolled her eyes when he held the door open for her and gestured for her to get in inside an ice cream parlor.

"He didn't meet the high standards of Beca Mitchell?" he guessed.

"We like different things," she said as she eyed the different favors.

She ended up ordering vanilla and chocolate. He went with Raspberry Ripple.

"What's with the scary ear-spike?" he asked, dipping his plastic spoon in the ice-cream as they walked down the street. She shrugged, mumbling, "I like it." She then looked up at the sky.

"What?" she asked when he gasped. He grabbed her hand and extended her arm. "When did you get a tattoo?" he asked.

"16th birthday," she looked down at the praying mantis tattooed on her arm.

"Oh, I get what's going on here," he let go of her hand. "Scary ear-spike, heavy makeup, getting a tattoo while you're underage," he paused. "You're angry at the world," he told her as he held her gaze. "Who hurt you Mitchie?" he asked.

"The world," she sarcastically said. "And, stop calling me Mitchie," she grimaced.

"Why? Mitchie is cute," he frowned, bringing the spoon to his lips.

"Not really," she shook her head.

"Where do you go?" he asked moving on—he had a lot of questions. "Or is dropping out part of your rebellion against the world?"

"I'm a junior at clearwater," she told him.

"Damn it, I knew this isn't going to be easy," he dramatically clenched his fist. "Our schools are archenemies, Beca," he added noting her confusion. "I go to Horizon High," he continued in the same dramatic tone. "I can't be seen with you," he sucked in a deep breath, "but I will because we were best friends and we gonna become best friends again and or lovers, Mitchie." He winked at her.

"Please, don't say lovers," she dryly said.

"Please, you had a huge crush on me," he snorted.

"I most certainly did not," she denied.

"I'm pretty sure you did." He grinned at her. "You started crushing on me a while after mother nature came to visit you," he said.

"You're a weirdo," she said in amusement. Mother nature, really?

He was still as much of goofball as she remembered.

"Yeah, well, so are you," he shrugged. "Hide all you want behind this front you put on, but you're a weirdo, a cute one," he added when she rolled her eyes.

"Dude, I haven't seen you in four years," she reminded him, "you don't know me."

"You leave the crust when you eat pizza to dip in ketchup. You're a heavy sleeper. You hate being told what to do—"

"Dude, this is creepy," she said, interrupting him.

"Nothing creepy about remembering you," he shrugged.

"How's your cat?" she asked, in an attempt to change the subject.

"Posh is still awesome," he pulled his phone. "Just fatter," he showed her a picture of his Manx ginger cat.

"She really let herself go," Beca arched an eyebrow eyeing the cat.

"Yeah," he withdrew his arm. "She stress eats a lot," he spoke casually and made Beca chuckle.

"Don't find humor in my cat's struggle," he said mock hurt.

"Sorry," she apologized, trying really hard not to smile.

"Shit, it's past your curfew," Jesse said, glancing at the time once they reached her neighborhood.

"It's cool," Beca assured him.

"I can talk to your parents if you want."

She found it really endearing that he was genuinely worried she'd get into trouble. "Thanks," she thanked him. "But it's really cool. Mom is a cool..." She stopped in front of their house.

"Are you on Facebook?" he asked.

"Nope," she answered.

"How can I reach you? I mean I know where you live but I'm not uncivilized I'd like to text before showing up at your doorstep and I don't think you'd appreciate an owl or a pigeon at your window... So your number?" He grinned at her and extended his phone her way.

A beat went by before Beca took his phone from him. She typed her number then rang herself. Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, she hung up and gave Jesse back his phone.

"It was nice running into you, dude." She stuffed her hands in her back pockets. Her eyes widened in surprise when he pulled her into an unexpected hug.

"Likewise, Mitchie," he grinned at her after he pulled away.

"Never do that again," she said, pointing a finger at him and not caring enough to mustered an authentic glare.

He beamed at her making her smile. "Good night, Beca," he said in sing-song as he started to walk away.

Beca watched him until he was out of sight then turned on her heels and started making her way the front door. She got inside the very quiet house and made her way up to her bedroom. Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket she pulled it to find a text from Chloe.

Chloe: 'Open the window!'

Beca tossed her phone the bed and unlocked the window. "You know you gonna end up falling and breaking your neck one day," she said to Chloe who was channeling her inner parkour champ by getting to Beca's bedroom though the tree between their houses.

"Who's that guy that was just dropping you off?" Chloe asked throwing her legs over the window.

"A kid I went with to school," Beca answered as removed her shoes. "Why are you sneaking out your room? It's still early for that," Beca frowned.

"I'm still on house arrest," Chloe dramatically sighed and hopped on Beca's bed. "Not everyone gets to have a parent like your mom."

"I told you not to go."

"Yeah, well, you say no to everything fun how was I supposed to know that you were right this time."

"Because we're 16 and a pedophile invited us to his party."

"Bec, he's in grad school."

"Yeah, a pedophile. And his friends are gross," Beca made a face.

"Okay, miss everyone is not good enough," Chloe sat up. "How was your date?" Chloe asked, changing the subject, as she watched Beca grab sweatpants and t-shirt from her wardrobe.

"I don't think we're going out again," Beca said and began making her way to the en-suite bathroom. "You wouldn't believe how different we are."

"Well, it's been known that opposite attracts," Chloe shrugged.

"I'm not his type," Beca said from the bathroom.

"How cares? He's hot!" Chloe exclaimed. "And, sweetie, you gonna have to pop that cherry at some point," she added then grabbed Beca's phone when it vibrated.

"Trust me when I say this, Chloe, he won't be getting near me again," Beca said in a matter of faculty tone.

"What did you do to scare him off?" Chloe asked.

"What are you doing?" Beca asked.

"Some number just sent you a picture of a really chubby cat with the caption 'name this guy so I know it's you'," Chloe said in confusion.

"Text Victoria Beckham back," Beca said in amusement.

"Who's this, Bec?" Chloe asked after sending out the reply.

"It's the guy you saw me with," Beca told her and took her phone. She quickly listed him in her contact list as weirdo.

"I didn't get a good look at him. What's his name? I wanna google him."

Beca rolled her eyes then stepped out of her bedroom.

"Beca, we need to make sure he's not a serial killer." She heard her friend say and chuckled before looking at her phone when it vibrated with a text.

Jesse: 'She prefers to be called posh.'

Beca: 'Good to know.'

"Beca, please," Chloe said as she began to follow Beca.

"It's Jesse Swanson," Beca caved in. Chloe wouldn't shut up until she told her. Chloe typed in his name on her phone and went quiet.

"Okay, this seems to be him. He's from here and goes to high school." She held her phone Beca's way showing her his Instagram page.

"Yeah, it's him."

"He's cute, Bec," Chloe looked back at her phone.

"Mhm," Beca acknowledged her friend and grabbed the landline planning on ordering dinner.

"You should ask him out," Chloe said hopping on the couch in the living room. "He's got strong arms..." she suggestively.

"Shut up," Beca said, getting the hint, and brought the phone to her ear ready to order dinner.