Stage 2 [Pitch Perfect/Jesse x Beca Fanfic] COMPLETE :)

Chapter 8 (part 1)

*Beca’s POV*

I looked across the room over to Jesse. It looked like he was in deep conversation with one of the new Trebles. He then caught my eye and smiled. I forced myself to smile back. Something still felt wrong.

Why had Rheed been so eager for me to stop fighting with Jesse?

It didn’t feel right. 

I felt a poke on my a shoulder and turned around to see Stacie.

“Can we go already?” She whined. A few of the other Bellas  nodded in agreement.

I sighed.

“No, Rheed said he wanted us and the Trebles here; so we’re staying.”

“But he’s like 15 minutes late anyway!”

“He’ll be her-“

Bom bom bom bom

“What the hell?” Shannon said.

Bom bom bom bom

We all turned our heads to where the singing was coming from.

And then they all walked in.

Rheed, and the Sonics.

Baby girl, where you at?

Got no strings, got men attached

Can't stop that feelin' for long no

Mmmm

You makin' dogs wanna beg

Breaking them off your fancy legs

But they make you feel right at home, now

 

“Why are the majority of the songs they sing predominately sexual?” Fat Amy said from behind me.

 

Oh I swear there's something when she's pumpin',

Asking for a raise

 Well does she want me to carry her home now?

So does she want me to buy her things?

On my house, on my job

On my loot, shoes, my shirt,

My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

 

When I get you alone

When I get you you'll know baby

When I get you alone

When I get you alone now

 

“I think it suits them.” Shannon grinned while eyeing Rheed like a piece of meat.

 

Baby girl you the shit

That makes you my equivalent

Well you can keep your toys in the drawer tonight,

All right

All my dawgs talkin' fast-

Aint you got some photographs?

'Cause you shook that room like a star, now

Yes you did, oh

 

“Do you reckon he’s singing to you, Beca?” Amy asked.

 

So I pray to something she aint bluffin',

Rubbin' up on me

Well does she want me to make a vow?

Check it

Well does she want me to make it now?

On my house, on my job

On my loot, shoes, my voice,

My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

 

“What?” Shannon and I cried at the same time.

Wait Shannon?

 

When I get you alone

When I get you you'll know baby

When I get you alone

When I get you alone

The performance ended and we all clapped, some more enthusiastically than others, cough cough, Shannon.

**Rheed’s POV**

Our little performance ended and everyone clapped, some more enthusiastically than others (looking at Shannon I mean…)

“Ok, seriously what the hell was that?” Jesse asked once we’d all calmed down.

“Well, it’s only a week till the semi finals now, and we thought we might all need some extra practice, so, welcome to Bomb week!”

“Bomb week?” Beca asked. “What the heck is a bomb week?”

“It’s simple.” Connor stepped forward. “All you have to do, is get your whole group to perform or ‘Bomb’ in front of another whole group, like what we did just now.”

“That’s it, just sing?”

“Yep, only there are a few rules, 1: Your whole group HAS to perform, 2: For your Bomb to be successful, the WHOLE other team has to be present.”

“Sounds fun.” Jesse grinned.

“Yeah whoop dee doo.” Beca rolled her eyes.

I smiled and clapped my hands. “Yes, it’s going to be great! Now y’all better clear out, Bomb week starts in precisely 5 minutes!”