Kansas played on the car radio with Jesse sitting next to me, putting his heart and soul into singing along with the band. He insisted on playing their whole album on the trip to Barden University and since his family was kind enough to drive me with them, I was in no position to tell Jesse how nauseating it was to listen to a band that only peaked in the mid-70s.

The car stopped in the middle of traffic in front of the university, with family cars and taxis parked and in line for at least a mile in front of us. As newcomers exited their vehicles, I watched Jesse imitate the guitar solo to 'Carry On My Wayward Son' note by note for a girl outside our car. She seemed pretty, even if she exuded an alternative rock vibe that almost intimidated me. Jesse smiled like a dork as the car drove off, pushing him back against his seat.

"You are actually such a dork," I commented, "You must be excited, huh?"

"She's definitely cute," Jesse replied back, "But I'm more excited about us attending Barden together! Lucy and Jesse! The dynamic duo continues from high school to university."

I chuckled, "Okay, you know no one actually calls us that Jesse."

"Who cares, I'm just excited we're still together! Can you imagine the movie marathons we'll have in our dorms?" Jesse was already planning the rest of the semester plans on what movies we'd watch. I just laughed.

"Slow down there, we don't even know if opposite sexes are allowed in each other's dorms."

"Then we can watch in the quad."

I sighed, unable to shake the smile off my face. I had to admit, I was really excited to be starting university with my best friend. Usually people start off here with no friends, or barely any. Barden University was a huge place, it would be so much different than high school. I was just glad I had Jesse with me to get through it all.

"Okay, we're here kids!" Jesse's dad announced as he finally found a parking space by the curb, granted we were a bit of a walks way to the entrance of the university. Lucky there were some Barden volunteers to help freshmen with their luggage, so I wasn't too worried about the heavy load.

"Thank you Mr and Mrs. Swanson, I really appreciate you letting me come with you guys here," I thanked Jesse's parents for the ride and we both proceeded to get our luggage out of the back seats and the trunk.

"Oh please, it's no problem Lucy," Mrs. Swanson smiled, albeit a bit sadly, "I'm just so happy you two are able to look after each other here."

She was definitely worried for us, more so for her son. Before I could continue speaking with Jesse's mom, a chirpy girl, I assumed a volunteer judging by the Barden University t-shirt she wore, cut in by greeting us.

"Hi there! Welcome to Barden University! What dorm?" She asked with a big smile.

I smiled back as I shuffled through my backpack to look for the orientation letter I received in the mail. I skimmed through it when I finally found it, replying with, "Baker Hall."

"Alrighty, so what you're going to do is you're gonna go down this way, you're gonna take a right and you go through those double doors..." I was having a difficult time following her directions through verbal means, so I decided to go with the chance that Baker Hall would have its name somewhere on the building. "Here's your campus map and your official BU rape whistle. Don't blow unless it's actually happening!"

Rape? Oh... Good to know something like that happens around here...

I watched another volunteer load my share of the luggage onto a trolley, while Jesse declined the service and carried his own bags. I looked up at him and said, "I'll see you later?"

"I'll text you," Jesse nodded. "Activities fair later, alright?"

I nodded back, following the volunteer with my luggage, who luckily knew where my new dorm would be.

Upon reaching my room, I was surprised to see my roommate was nowhere in sight and the place was pretty much empty. I thanked the volunteer for helping me and brought my luggage inside.

I shrugged and mumbled, "I guess I get to pick which side I want," as I placed my backpack and luggage onto the left side of the room. Our dorm room already came with white desks and shelves to place our sentimental items across. It was pretty cool that Barden had such nice places ready for its students, and so, I began to unpack.

It wasn't before long that someone walked in abruptly with their own batch of bags and equipment. DJ equipment, to my surprise. Even more so, the person that walked in was the girl Jesse was serenading to earlier.

"Hey!" I pointed to her, "You're that girl that my friend was singing to."

She smiled awkwardly, "And you're the girl that was letting him do that."

I laughed, "I'm sorry about him, he's a total dork for oldies music. Or any kind of music really."

"Good to hear we affiliate ourselves with similar people," she commented. I was confused for a moment, then I took another look at her DJ equipment in its case. She probably saw that I looked a bit lost, so she continued, "I'm a bit of a music nerd too."

"I can see that," I chuckled, "My name's Lucy Harper. Nice to meet you."

She shook hands with me and smiled, a little more relaxed this time, "Likewise, I'm Beca Mitchell."

From there I received a text from Jesse: "yo luce, activities fair, now. i'm downstairs in front of your dorm."

I replied telling him I'd be right down. I quickly checked myself in the mirror built into the wardrobe. I straightened my basic black tee, adjusted the waistline of my washed out skinny jeans and slipped on my favourite pair of Skechers. They were navy blue, customised with some sweet purple laces and best of all, they had memory foam soles. I don't know how mankind could get any better. I'm all for comfort. Looking back up at the mirror, I ran my fingers through my short brown hair, fixing my bangs while I was at it. My brown hazel eyes peered at my freckles that dotted around my cheeks and nose, as if forming its own constellation. No pimples, check. I smiled one more time to myself, forming some sort of confidence before I went down to meet Jesse.

"Hey, um," I spoke before walking out the door, "I'm going to head to the activities fair, do you wanna come with?"

Beca looked hesitant as she glanced at all her unpacked luggage. She gave me an awkward smile and apologetic look, "I think I need to unpack a bit before heading down... But I'll probably bump into you later once I set up my stuff."

I shrugged, agreeing with her, "Sure thing. See ya later roomie!"

I then met Jesse downstairs, him introducing me to Benji, his roommate. Jesse was also pleased to hear that my roommate was the target of his air guitar solo. Suffice to say, it was amazing at how much bigger his smile turned after telling him the news.

"Nice to meet you Lucy. Oh, and you guys have got to follow me. There's only one group on this campus worth joining. As far as Barden goes, that's what being a man is all about," Benji pointed to a group of guys, hanging out by some stairs in the quad.

Jesse and I followed Benji, walking closer to the group and observing the 'Treblemakers' banner behind them, before suddenly being bombarded by them breaking into song.

"Whip it!"

"Oh my god we've walked into High School Musical," I whispered under my breath, causing Jesse to stifle his laughter.

"Organized nerd singing," Jesse raised his eyebrows. "This is great."

"Yeah I know," Benji's eyes seemed to stop blinking when watching them. "It makes so much sense. How's your voice?"

Jesse sang along with the Treblemakers for a few bars, me smiling at his readiness to meet new people. At least he was ready to jump into university life. Me, not so much.

"Whoa, nice," Benji commented, eyes still unmoving.

I patted Jess on the shoulder, "That's my boy,"

"Can you sing too Lucy?" Benji asked.

"Oh um-" "She most certainly can," Jesse interrupted me before I could deny the fact.

"Great! We can all join the acapella groups of Barden University," Benji gestured towards a stand where two girls held flyers for their own acapella group, the Barden Bellas.

I drew my eyes back to the Treblemakers' performance. I watched the boys get into the song in their own style, one of them drawing his shirt up to expose his toned body. Another, I assumed the leader since he took the lead singer role, danced around people walking by. There was even a unicycle in the mix, I mean, why?

One person in particular seemed pretty unfazed by the performance, concentrating on his phone all the while beat boxing for the group. Impressive, to say the least. The multitasker was tall, much taller than me, perhaps by a foot. His dark hair was styled to stay out of his face with dark glasses framing his eyes quite well. It made me wonder what was so interesting on his phone to make him not be so inclined to do the same theatrics his friends were giving.

Probably his girlfriend.

But then, he looked up. He began to get into the music as he tucked his phone back into his pocket, looking around at the quad while he continued his beats. There was something kind of... attractive about how he made something so difficult look so easy. I didn't realise how long I was looking at him until he faced my direction, locking eyes with me.

My eyes widened and I quickly looked to the ground, feeling my cheeks heat up at our sudden eye contact. I crossed my arms and tucked my hair behind my ear in an attempt to look busy. Such a feeble attempt.

After a few seconds I peered back up to see if he was still looking. And he was.

And he smiled at me.

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