Title: Pretend To Be Mine

Pairing: Donald/Stacie

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything… I also don't own Pitch Perfect.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Well, this is just a story that I wrote over the past month. It's a little plot that kept nagging me, and wouldn't go away, so I decided to write it and post it up on FFn. It will be slightly AU, and the characters may seem OC, but it'll eventually shape them to who they seemed to be in the movie. Anyway, I hope you like it, and review if you have time. Thanks!

Summary: They were supposed to be pretending. That was their agreement. She pretended to date him, and he played along. She did it to get her mom off her back about "finding the perfect guy", and he went along for the fun of it… And the fact that she is a freshman, and that he had to tutor a freshman to make up for his credits, made it win-win situation. What they didn't expect, was for things to get out of hand, and for their feelings to get in the way of their agreement.


Chapter One


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Stacie tried not to groan out loud when her mother asked about her love-life again. "Mom, I'm trying to focus on school." Stacie said into her phone.

"I know sweety, but is it so wrong for me to want you to have someone to look after you while you're in school?"

"Of course not. But aren't you supposed to be encouraging me to focus on school first, and not on guys?"

"Yes, but it would be nice if you found that perfect boy who would make you happy."

Stacie smiled sadly. Ever since her dad passed away two years ago, her mom has done everything she could to cover up for the loss of her father, by trying to make her happy. It was great and all, but Stacie sometimes felt like she was a burden to her mother; a weight that was pulling her mother down. That's why she was happy to go to college. She thought it would give her mother some time to focus on herself, but even with the distance, her mother was still concerned about her and her happiness.

"I'm happy, mom." She said softly.

"I know… but imagine how much happier you would be if you found a boy who would make you smile every day?"

Stacie nearly rolled her eyes. It's not that she hates that her mother was trying to get her to date again. It's just that, every single guy she's ever dated, were all assholes, and jerks who either cheated, lost interest, or was just completely perverted. It sucked.

"Fine." She sighed heavily. " I'll try to make new friends, and meet new people… and maybe I'll find Mr. Right."

Stacie could picture her mom bouncing up and down excitedly on the sofa at their house. "That's great, sweety!"

"Yeah, listen mom; I really have to get to my next class now, so I gotta go, okay?"

"Okay, I'll call you tonight."

"Sure." The two exchanged goodbyes and Stacie hurried to grab her bag before heading to class.

She doesn't consider it lying. It was more like fibbing. This was college, so she was bound to meet new people. She was going to run into a lot of jerks who would try to hit on her, and she would ignore them all. She's sure she'll find someone she'd like to date, but she wasn't going to be pursuing anything with anyone anytime soon. She wanted to focus on school. She's had her fair share of boyfriends, and all of her past relationships always ended the same way; A disaster.


Stacie came to a halt at her first class of the day. English. She was an English major, so she was required to take a lot of English classes. Stacie stepped inside the classroom and took a seat on the front row by the window, and waited patiently for the rest of the class to file in one by one.

She wanted to become a writer. Her imagination was wild, and writing was her go-to when she was stressed, or when she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She writes everything down in her journal. Sometimes, she wrote extremely long letters in her journal, and most times, they were extremely short notes. They weren't always for her. Sometimes she means to write it to someone she hates, or some stranger she saw, and other times, it was to her mom or someone from her extremely large family. She never actually gave her notes to anyone. They were just her thoughts on them, and she doesn't intend on letting anyone see her personal thoughts. Her journal was old. Her dad gave it to her on her fourteenth birthday, and she's had it ever since. It was old, weathered, and stained. Its cover was held together by the lock that came with it, and the key to the lock hung around her neck, on a silver chain she had gotten as a gift from her grandmother, on her 16th birthday. Her journal, her necklace, and her customized fountain pen (which her mom had bought for her from Italy while on a business trip), were her three most prized possessions. She would never let anyone hold it, or even touch it. They belonged to her, and that was the way she liked it.

Stacie remembered when her third boyfriend tried to break through her journal and tried to read it. She had slapped him hard across the face, and then she dumped him. His name was Chad, and he was a total douchebag. He was loud, obnoxious, and extremely rude, and on top of that, he was a lying, cheating, asshole who never once opened a door for her.

Stacie remembered her fourth boyfriend. He was a lying thief, and tried to pawn off her silver necklace when she had taken it off that onetime she went swimming with her cousins and he had tagged along. His name was Sean, and he was almost always high. Either that, or he was stuffing his face with every food Stacie had ever seen. She had to buy back her necklace when she finally found out that Sean had pawned it, and then she had broken up with him after punching him in the face.

Stacie remembered her last boyfriend. The one she had dated during her senior year in high school. His name was Kyle. He was tall, and handsome. He played on the football team, and he was popular. She had dated him for four months, until she overheard him talking to his football teammates one day. She was on her way to see him when she heard him talking with a bunch of guys, a few days before the prom. It's been a little bit over a year since her dad had died of cancer. Stacie remembered the anger she had felt when she found out from that one conversation she had overheard, that not only was Kyle cheating on her with that blonde cheerleader with the overgrown pigtails, he was also planning on forcing her into sleeping with him on prom night. And to top it all off, she heard Kyle say that he thanks every holy being out there, that Stacie's dad was dead, otherwise he wouldn't have dated her at all. Stacie remembered the way her face burned from complete and total fury as she walked up to the first thing she saw, which were cleats, and she hit him across the face with it. She ended everything there, spat on his football jersey, kicked him in the balls, and left. He still has that little scar by his left eye where she had whacked him with the cleat. She had threatened his very existence, if he ever talked about her father like that again.

After that, Stacie vowed to focus on school. She was tired of dating all these jerks and perverts, and twisted idiots. She wasn't going to date, and that was final.


...

It was nearly twenty minutes into class when Stacie looked up from her English textbook at the sound of the door swinging open. A guy with brown skin, dark black hair, and glasses, slipped into class and tried to go unnoticed as he quietly sneaked to the only empty desk in the room, which was right behind hers.

He sat down, and shrugged off his backpack, before pulling out his textbook and flipping to the page number as directed on the dry-erase board.

"Mr. Travers, you will do well to know that my class starts at 8:00 sharp… Not 8:18."

"Yes Mr. Larson." The guy said. His voice was deep and almost velvety. Sort of husky like he's been sleeping before he came to class.

Stacie glanced back at the guy, and he looked up right then, their eyes meeting shortly. Stacie looked away, but she could almost feel his eyes still on her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt something poke her side. She looked around to find Tardy-guy grinning at her.

"Hey, I'm Donald."

Stacie nodded and turned back to her textbook, trying to ignore him.

He poked her again (on the shoulder), but she continued to ignore him. "What's your name?" he whispered.

"Mr. Travers, I believe your assignment is on the board. The answers are in the textbook. Not on the back of Ms. Conrad's head." Their instructor called.

Stacie blushed crimson as everyone in class started sniggering.

A few minutes later, Stacie felt Donald poke her on the shoulder again, and this time he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "So what's your first name, Ms. Conrad?"

Stacie turned to him and glared at him in annoyance as she whispered, "That's for me to know, and for you to find out… Now stop bothering me. I'm trying to finish my assignment." Stacie turned back to her textbook and glared at the words on there, because she couldn't focus on her book anymore.

"Oooh, feisty." She heard him whisper. "I like you already."

Stacie ignored him as she continued to stare blankly at her textbook. Not long after that, she felt him poke her again. Stacie turned her head towards him and gave him a death glare. He grinned and leaned forward so that his face was very close to hers. "Could I borrow your pen?" he whispered.

Stacie rolled her eyes and thrust her pen towards him. He tore a piece of paper from the back of his English textbook and scribbled something onto it, before handing the pen back to her. Stacie ignored the little tingle she felt when his fingers gently brushed against hers. She immediately turned back to her textbook and tried her best to focus on getting her assignment done. Before she could read past the first sentence, she felt Donald poke her again. She ignored him, but then a piece of paper dropped onto her textbook. She picked it up and stared at the ten-digits written neatly on the piece of paper. She glanced behind her at Donald, giving him a questioning look. He merely winked, stuck his pinky and thumb out and held it to his ear and mouth, mimicking a phone.

Call me. He mouthed. Flashing one last grin and a wink, he looked over at the instructor and raised his hand in the air.

Hard as she tried, Stacie couldn't help the way the corners of her lips pulled up into a tiny smile.

"Excuse me Mr. Larson, may I go to the nurses office? I'm not feeling well."

The instructor gave him a skeptical look before sighing and taking out a piece of paper to scribble down a note to the nurse.

Donald tried to look weak and lightheaded as he took the note from the instructor and headed towards the door. He threw one last glance at Stacie, winked again, and then left.

Stacie rolled her eyes at him and looked back down at her textbook. This was going to be a long year.


...

Stacie sighed in relief as she flopped down onto her bed. She knew it was only a matter of time before her mom would be calling. Sure enough, Stacie heard her phone ring from its place on her little nightstand. She answered on the third ring with a quick "Hey, mom."

"Hi, sweety. So how was your first day of school?"

Stacie shrugged nonchalantly. "It was okay."

"Made any new friends?"

"A few." She lied. She didn't talk to anyone, and she didn't pay attention to anyone outside of class.

"Any particular guys caught your eye?"

"Umm—," Stacie's mind raced. She knew how much her mom wanted her to be happy, and she knows her mom won't ever stop nagging her about finding a boyfriend. "Yeah, there's this one guy." It wasn't exactly lying. She was fibbing again.

Her mother practically squealed in excitement. "What's his name?"

Stacie glanced around her room, searching her mind for a name, when her eyes landed on her English textbook. A smile slid onto her lips as she uttered his name. "Donald. Donald Travers."

"Ooh, he sounds smart."

Stacie nearly laughed. "Yeah, he's really smart."

"What does he look like?" her mom asked.

Stacie was caught off guard by her mom's question. "Umm—He's…" his face flashed inside her mind, and she tried to ignore the way her whole body tingled at the thought of him. "He has dark hair. Brown skin. And he wears glasses, and his smile is…" she trailed off, and closed her eyes as she pictured Donald. He is cute. "His smile is… cute." She blushed a bit as she absentmindedly flipped through the pages of her English textbook.

"Aww, he sounds great."

Stacie nodded. "Yeah."

"So are you going to ask him out?"

"What? No!" Stacie said with wide eyes. "Mom, girls don't ask guys out."

"Why not?" her mom questioned.

"Ugh, I don't know… we just don't. I don't know about your time, but nowadays, the guys are the one's asking the girls out. Not the other way around."

Stacie's mom sighed into the receiver. "Fine, but remember Stacie, sweet boys aren't going to stay single forever."

Stacie grinned. "I know." She muttered.

Stacie changed the subject and asked about her mom's day, and about her work. After nearly an hour, their conversation finally came to a close.

"Well, you're probably tired, so I'll let you get some sleep." Her mom muttered softly.

Stacie nodded when she remembered how tired she had been.

They said their goodbyes before Stacie hung up and closed her textbook. She put it away on her nightstand and gently laid her backpack by her bed, when a piece of paper floated out of her bag. She picked it up and looked at it. A wide smile formed slowly on her face as she stared at the ten-digits written on the piece of paper in Donald's handwriting. Stacie pulled the top drawer of her nightstand out and carefully placed the piece of paper inside and closing it. She turned her lamp off and adjusted her pillow before lying down and slowly dozing off into sleep.


...

Stacie got up early for her morning jog. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and an old ratty t-shirt, threw her hair up into a ponytail, and left her dorm room at 5:00 sharp. This was how she started her daily routine back home, and she liked to keep up with her old routines, save for dating.

Stacie turned the volume up on her I-pod and picked up the pace on the campus tracking field. It was fairly cold out, but she's grown accustomed to cold weather, so it didn't really bother her that the wind was biting at her face. She slowed down a bit after a while, and that's when she saw a group of guys in the Barden University hoodies, huddled together, and … singing?

Stacie stopped shortly and pulled out one of the earbuds out of her ear. She strained to listen to whatever the guys were singing, and that's when she saw him. Donald Travers. He was the one who was belting out the lyrics to Fine By Me by Andy Grammer. He looked a whole lot different from the guy she met in class yesterday. He was wearing dark jeans, and his Barden University hoodie, and it suited him well. He sounded good too. A few of the guys looked over in her direction and Stacie looked away as she stuck the earbud back into her ear before starting to jog again. She was maybe halfway through her last lap, when she saw the group disperse and all go in different directions. She slowed down yet again and tried to find him amongst the others, but she found herself stopping in her tracks when she saw him standing five feet away from her, with a huge smile on his face.

"Didn't know you jog." He called as he trudged over to her.

Stacie quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why would you? You don't even know me."

He laughed as he got closer. "True, but I like to know what goes on with the beautiful girls around here."

Stacie rolled her eyes at him and turned to walk back towards her dorm. He hurried to catch up to her, and soon they were walking side by side.

"You're a freshman, right?"

Stacie casted a questioning glance at him. "Why do you wanna know?" she asked.

He shrugged as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "I'm just curious."

Stacie sighed softly, "Yeah… you?"

"Senior. Not a good one."

Stacie laughed, "I noticed."

"Ouch." He winced.

Stacie laughed harder as he rubbed his chest in mock pain. "You said it yourself."

He laughed too, and she finds it… soothing, his laugh.

"Can I walk you to your room?" he asked.

"We're almost there, so you really don't have to."

He shook his head and continued to walk alongside her. "Not an acceptable answer."

She quirked an eyebrow at him.

He smirked. "No girl has ever turned down an offer from The Donald to walk her to her room."

Stacie smirked as she sped up and turned around while walking backwards. "There's a first time for everything, right?"

Donald stopped, a grin spreading widely across his lips. "You'll agree next time." he challenged.

Stacie couldn't stop the smile forming on her lips as she turned towards her dorm. She looked once over her shoulder where he's still standing there with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "Maybe I will." she called, before taking off into a jog up to her room.

She quickly stripped out of her jogging clothe and headed for the showers. She doesn't even realize that she still had a huge smile on her face.

-DS-


Author's Note: Heeeeey! Well, that concludes chapter 1!... This chapter was mainly to give you all a dose of the type of characters that I portrayed for Stacie and Donald. Next chapter, I'll be pulling out the big guns. You'll find out what's in store in the next chapter, so stay tuned for more STONALD! Thanks for reading, and please R&R!

-Sux2budude