Don't You Forget About Me (Pitch Perfect Fan Fic)

Beca and Jesse have been together since that phenomenal kiss they shared at the end of their freshman year at Barden University. When they were headed back to Barden for their sophomore year, they were caught in a wreck. It put Beca in a coma, tearing Jesse to pieces. The doctor said there is a slight chance she will awake but it is not likely, and if she does, the brain damage could cause her to lose her memories. Will Beca wake up? If so, will she remember the Bellas, or school, or most importantly, Jesse?

NOTE: this is on Wattpad as well. It's my book and my name for here is the same as my name for there, thank you!!!

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24. Going Away?

*Jesse's P.O.V.*

I take a breath and get ready to knock. Right as my knuckles are just about to connect with the door, my phone goes off. I'm shocked to see a message from Amy that read: (A=Amy J= Jesse)

A-throwin a goin away par-tay! go 2 bar w/ Beca!
J-what happened 2 bein mad?
A-eh, she's wanted this 4 a while & as her friend i respect that & want her 2 b happy

She's right. This is Beca's dream, I should honor her decision. Besides, she only stayed in college for the Bellas and me. Now that she doesn't quite remember us there isn't really anything keeping her here. I replied a quick 'ok' to Amy before shoving my phone in my pocket and knocking on Beca's door. A few things shuffled around then the door cracked opened to reveal Beca. Without a word, she pushed the door completely open as a silent invitation. I stepped inside to see a couple of boxes with some of her things neatly stacked inside and a few articles of her clothing were slung around the room as the others were folded and placed inside an open suitcase on her bed.

"So you're really going." I stated but it sounded more like a question.

"Good observation skills." she said as she placed a neatly folded shirt in the suitcase. "Did you come here for a reason?" she asked, folding her arms and looking at me.

I thought before speaking. I don't know what I should tell her. Should I tell her to stay with me or go live her dreams? If she stays with me, she'll be hurt but if she leaves, I'll be hurt. Either way, it's a lose/lose situation for me.

"Uh, yeah. Um, the girls are throwing a little going away party in your honor. My job is to get you down there." Doing the right thing sucks.

"Ugh. Ok, let's get this over with." she grabbed her phone and left the room.

I caught up to her and we walked in complete silence. We avoided any and every form of communication possible.

Here goes a night if heartbroken happiness.

*Beca's P.O.V.* 

I can't believe it's gotten this far. I thought that by now I'd have my memory back and I'd go back to being whoever I was before but, I thought wrong. When Jesse came to get me for the party I tried to read his expressions to get a clue as to what he's feeling about all of this but his face was completely blank. Not an expression to be read. We're now walking to the bar together in complete silence. I want so badly to just say something or joke or something but I can't seem to find the right words.

"Beca!" Stacie greets me with a ear splitting shriek when Jesse and I enter the bar. She wrapped her arms around my neck and the stench of alcohol burns my nostrils.

"Your breath reaks of alcohol."  I said using my hand to try to block her breath from hitting face with very little success.

"Sorry, I'm a little tipsy." she said, slurring her words a little.

"So I see, you're slurring your words."

"No I'm not, I'm speaking cursive. Come on, you're getting at least this drunk tonight." before I could decline she dragged me over to the bar where the rest of the drunken Bellas were sitting. They are all drunk with the exception of Chloe.

Dear God, please help me.

        

"Here you go." Chloe pulled me from my thoughts as she handed me a beer and dropped beside me on the couch.

"Thanks." I grabbed it and was immediately sucked back into my thoughts. 

It's been a little over an hour and everyone here is having more fun than I am. I could be out there getting stupid drunk with my fellow Bellas but instead I'm sitting here torturing myself with my thoughts. I keep talking myself into believing this is the right thing then I turn around and talk myself out of it. What's wrong with me?

"He'll be ok, you know that right?" Chloe's voice startled me, she's one of the sober few. "Jesse's a big boy. It may hurt in the beginning but he'll learn to move on."

"I know. I don't know why this is so hard for me. We used to be a thing, I know but it's gone now. I just, I don't know." I took a gulp of beer.

"I know you're falling for him, again." my head immediately snapped her way. "Don't act so surprised, we all know it. It's not that hard to see it. You're dreaming about him, kissing him, and you can't seem to stand an hour without him. How are you going to live the rest of your life without him?"  I know what she's doing. She's hinting at the answer to my problems, she always does this.

"I don't know what to do, Chloe."

"Do what makes you happy, not Jesse, not anyone else. You."

"What if making Jesse happy is what makes me happy?"

"Then do him." I gave her a look and she winked at me, telling me she knew what she had said.

"You're an a*shole." I said with a little laugh.

"Thank you. It's just another one of my talents." she said with a smirk as she took a sip of beer.

Just then the people erupted in loud cheers and swarms of them crowded the stage. Chloe and I looked at each other and shrugged as we telepathically sent the message. We followed the people to the stage. As soon as I saw what they were cheering about my heart sank. Jesse and the Trebles had piled onto the stage to perform.

"Hey. Ladies and gentlemen we are the Barden University Treblemakers and we're going to perform Let Her Go by Passenger. This goes out to a special someone, you know who you are." Jesse said into the microphone, locking his gaze on me.

Great, a heartwrenching performance led by Jesse himself. This can't be good.

*Jesse's P.O.V.* 

I can't tell her how I feel but maybe I can show her with a heart filled performance. I lock my gaze on her as I speak. The Trebles start vocalizing and I take the lead.

"Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

 
Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

 
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

 
But you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

 
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much
And you dived too deep

 
Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)
And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)
Will you let her go?

 
'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

 
And you let her go."

The whole place erupts with drunken cheers. For the first time since the performance started I looked away from Beca to put the microphone back on the stand. When I looked back up, she was gone. I skimmed the room for her but couldn't find her anywhere. Chloe caught my eye as she crazily waved her arms above her head. I let my gaze fall on her as she mouthed the words 'her dorm'. I didn't waste anytime getting off the stage and to Beca's room.

When I made it to her to her dorm I don't bother knocking, I just walk in. She's leaning over her desk with one hand against it and the other covering her face. I hear a sniffle as she rakes her hand through her hair, pulling it out of her face.

"What was that?" she asked.

"The a Capella version of Let Her Go." she turned around and began raising her voice.

"You know what I mean Jesse! Don't get smart!"

"I'm sorry, Bec." she continued to speak before I could say anything else.

"I thought you wanted me to go to L.A. and live my dream."

"I did but-"

"But?! Jesse, there can't be any buts! I'm trying to do what's right for the both of us and I can't have you screwing with my head making it harder!" she paused to calm herself down. "I just, I need to do what feels right."

I can't take it anymore. She wants to know what feels right? I'll show her what feels right. I quickly pin her to the wall behind her. She looks shocked but doesn't try to stop me.

"What are you doing?" she asked in almost a whisper.

"You want to do what feels right." I quoted her then before she could even utter the smallest sound, I smashed my lips to hers.

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