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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27. Hangovers and Blackouts

*Chloe's P.O.V.* 

 I woke up to this awful pain that felt as if someone was ripping my skull in half. Holy sh*t, how much did I drink? I massaged my temples before slowly opening my eyes. The moment the light pierced my eyes, the pain in my head immediately intensified. I let my eyes adjust to the light before observing my surroundings. It's a dorm, I know that much, but I don't think I've ever been in this room and judging by the awful sandpaper feeling wrapped around my body, I'm naked beneath these sheets. Wait. Hangover, unfamiliar dorm, and I'm naked. Oh, don't tell me I-yup, I did. I had drunk sex.

Chad McCormick, you know the ex that destroyed Beca, was completely naked and fast asleep in the bed next to me. What have I done?! I slept with Beca's ex, that's what I've done! Why did I do this? I'm her friend! What's she going to make of me when I tell her that I banged her ex? Sh*t! He's waking up, I have to get out of here. 

I slowly crawl out of the bed and rummage around the mess he calls his room, looking for my clothes. Bra, shirt, pants, shoes. What am I missing? Panties! I rummage around the mess until, a ha, found my knickers. I quickly slip into my clothing. He starts to stir in the bed and I quietly slip out the door. I speed walk through the hall until he's out of earshot and, with all the adrenaline running through my body, I decide to call Beca.

The phone rings a couple of times. The words choke me when Beca's voice echoes through the receiver. What am I going to say? How am I supposed to tell her that I just slept with the man that tore her heart out in high school? I guess there's really only one way to do it. I have to just rip the bandage off.

"Hello? Chloe?" her voice pulls me from my thoughts, reminding me that she's waiting for me talk.

I so hope this doesn't effect our friendship.

*Beca's P.O.V.*  

I awoke to the sound of my phone vibrating very loudly against the floor. I carefully removed myself from Jesse's grip and searched in the combination of his and my clothing for my noisy device. I spotted the light blinking in my pants pocket. I grabbed it and curled back into Jesse, his body heat immediately warming me back up. I looked at the caller I.D. to see Chloe. What does she want? I slid my finger over the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I answered as I Jesse started to stir next to me. It was quiet. "Hello? Chloe?"

"Oh, right. I guess you want to know why I called you."

Normally, I'd give this a smart a*s response but, being in a strangely good mood, the sarcasm seemed to withdrawal itself.

"Kind of." I answered.

"Beca,  I did something bad. Please don't hate me. I was drunk and stupid and I had no control-" she started to ramble but I cut her off.

"Chlo! " she shut up. "What did you do?" she took a deep breath before answering.

"IsleptwithChad." she said it quickly in hopes that I didn't hear it.

"You slept with Chad?" I repeated.

"Yes. I'm so sorry Beca, I just, I don't know what happened. You can hate me."

"Chloe, I don't hate you. I don't even care."

"But, he is your ex."

"Exactly, he's my ex. He's not mine anymore, like that really made a difference to him." she was quiet on the other end. "Chloe, he's single and you're single. There's nothing stopping you."

"Are sure you're ok?" I sighed. Why is she so insecure?

"Yes, Chloe, I am sure. As far as I'm concerned, I've got my man now. You can have whoever the h*ll you want outside of Jesse. So, if you wanna be with Chad, you be with him. Or, if you wanna just use him for sexual needs, which he's apparently good at, you go ahead and you f*ck his tiny little brain out. Ok? I don't give two sh*ts what or who you are doing as long as you keep your paws off of Jesse."

"Ok, but-"

"Chloe, there are no buts. You are a beautiful, single woman with, and I speak from experience, an amazing body! Use it to your advantage and just have fun."

"Ok, you're right. Thanks, Bec. You're a great friend."

"You're welcome, Chlo. Now, I will talk to you later. Jesse may find this kind of talk a little uncomfortable." I said as I rolled onto my side to look the gorgeous guy laying next to me.

"Ok. Talk to you later, Bec."

"Bye." I said then hung up and placed my phone on the headboard above me.

I laid in silence, keeping my eyes locked on Jesse with this goofy grin on my face. I could tell he was awake by the way his breath staggered when I touched him and I could see his eyes moving around beneath his eyelids. I watched the corners of his mouth tug into a small smile as he began to speak.

"You're staring at me."

"I'm not staring, I'm gazing." he chuckled as he recognized the line as the one he used the night of the Riff Off.

"It's weird."

"It's romantic." he opened his eyes and  wrapped his arms around me. He rolled over, pulling me on top of him.

"Is there something wrong?" his question caught me by surprise.

"No. Why?"

"You seem strangely.....happy."

"What? I have to be overly stressed or something to be happy?"

"No, it's just, weird. A good weird."

"Maybe something great happened and put me in a good mood."

"And what was that?" he asked cockily, already knowing the answer.

"I can show you better than I can tell you."

He smiled as I leaned forward and tangled my lips with his. I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped as his tongue jolted into my mouth. This is what makes me happy. I can't imagine being anywhere but with Jesse, he makes L.A. look like a distant memory. Just as I was about to deepen the kiss, I felt a little friend pop up, causing me to pull away.

"Mm, looks like this makes you happy, too." I said, lifting my body off of his.

"What can I say?" he asked with a smirk. "He likes you." I smiled and quickly kissed him before rolling back onto the bed.

Clutching the sheet around my naked body, I began getting dressed. After sliding into my bra and underwear, I felt Jesse's eyes on me as I walked to my closet. I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans then walked back toward the bed and looked through the pile of clothes that had fallen out of my suitcase, Jesse's eyes still on me.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he leaned over the side of the bed and  watched me.

"Looking for...this." I said as I pulled the shirt I was looking for out of the pile. "You should be getting dressed."

"For what?"

"Um, for the day. Unless you wanna lay naked in this bed all day."

"Now that, sounds like a plan." he began fiddling with my bra strap. "Join me?" I smiled and stopped him from leaning in.

"Put these on." I said, handing him his boxers.

He sighed but obeyed. He stood from the bed and quickly pulled his boxers and pants back on. I felt his finger loop around my waistband and pull me closer as I pulled my tank top over my head. He wrapped his hands around my waist and rested them in my back pockets as I lightly laid my hands on his arms. He still didn't have a shirt on and I absentmindedly began tracing his scars.

"Can you stop touching those?" he asked.

"Why?"

"Because they're just ugly scars that remind me of that awful day."

"That's where you're wrong. They are beautiful, Jesse. They saved your life and I love them." he smiled at me.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked as he began leaning in.

"Well, it looks like you're going to so..."

I trailed off as I watched his lips slowly inch closer to mine. He's moving very slowly and the temptation got too strong. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips onto mine. He moaned into my mouth a little as our lips connected. His tongue jolted into my mouth and he quickly deepened the kiss, making it my turn to moan.

"Jess, I didn't put these clothes on just for you to take them off." I said between kisses. He pulled from my lips and placed a light kiss on my ear lobe before slowly moving down my neck. "Yeah, ok. You can take them off." I said, melting into his arms at his touch.

His hands removed from my pockets and wrapped them firmly around my waist. He lifted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. Still kissing my neck, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "That same technique gets you everytime." he said when he pulled his head out of my neck.

"Shut up."

I grabbed his face in my hands and crashed my lips to his, kissing him slowly and passionately. His hands slid up my shirt and his fingers gently dug into my skin. We were getting into it when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my head, causing me to bite Jesse's lip a little as I pulled away.

"Ow, sh*t." he cursed as his hand flew up to his lip. "Are you ok?" he turned his attention to me when he saw the pained look on my face as I held my head in my hand.

"Yeah, just a little headache. It's fine. Are you ok?" I asked eyeing the dribble of blood on his lip. I wiped it away as he began to answer.

"I'm fine, I'm more worried about you. That was very sudden."

"It's fine, Jess. It was just a little headache, stop worrying so much." I smiled at his protectiveness.

"You sure?"

"Just kiss me."

That's all it took. His hands repositioned themselves under my shirt and our tongues continued to dance. I felt the pain again but I pushed it away, thinking it was just a little headache. It gradually got worse until the point that I couldn't  stand it any longer. Jesse held onto me as I pulled away from him, holding my head in pain. I could see the worried look on Jesse's face as he tried to say something but I couldn't hear him over the sound of me screaming and my brain pounding against my skull. I managed to cry his name as everything around me slowly blurred until finally, just like the wreck, everything went black.

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