You choose English literature as you major because you like to write. Reading isn't as appealing, nor is sticking endless post-it notes around your room just so you can scrape a pass in the finals. You have to admit that Wuthering Heights is an excellent play, however.. it isn't necessarily your cup of tea. You prefer the straight-up romance, two people talk for months, decide their favourite dog breed is the same and next thing you know you're married. Yeah, sort of like that. You never believed those soppy romantic films that your classmates were crazy about or those unbelievable novels of love at first sight. As far as you were concerned, that connection didn't exist. Your parents divorce when you're going into middle school and the thought of true love goes to the back of your mind in the snap of fingers. You have a boyfriend or two, but it doesn't work out. Maybe because they were both in a band and the only thing they could turn on was their electronic keyboards. Either way, the idea of love was lost on you. Back to the studying. Who decided the colour of yellow mould was appealing to the eyes whilst revising quotes? Because you certainly don't agree, orange, or green would be a better option but either way you are more concentrated on the over-spilled bin underneath your desk than on what you should actually be doing. Maybe your father was right about you, Beca Mitchell, maybe you are a lost case.

If you got a dollar for every task you procrastinated you would be lying in a pile of cash, not needing a crappy coffee-shop part-time job. How cliché of a college student. But Stanley, the owner lets you keep all of the left over donuts and muffins- as if they weren't stale enough already- and you usually write your thoughts down in a journal whilst swallowing your feelings which aren't any sweeter than the icing on those donuts. The routine isn't quite exciting, but you do want the money to go to LA in summer and do an internship. Your father is many things, mundane? Yes. Old-fashioned? Very much so. His nagging finally came to a stop once you agreed to going to college, and in all honesty it wasn't as bad as you thought it would have been. Besides the lack of friends factor. You never good at that honestly, your laptop was a much better and loyal companion.

You stand at the till the whole day making coffee for tired assholes, until you become a tired asshole yourself and decide it is a wrap. You clean up and lock the doors, walking behind the last customer for the night. When you get back to your dorm and eye the post-it notes for the three-hundredth time that day, you call it a day and crawl into bed. When you wake up the next morning- or, more like, afternoon you check your phone. Multiple texts from Jesse, a friend but not quite a friend blow up your phone about the party for the seniors. Although you're not a senior until next year you go get a shower and get somewhat ready to actually resemble a human being. Once the black eyeliner, slightly overdone if you said so yourself was finished, you stuck on a black net-like crop top and black high waisted jeans on along with your platform boots and you left your dorm room not thinking twice of the night ahead. Maybe it was for the best or maybe you did a rookie mistake right then and there.

You enter the huge fraternity filled with muscled guys and half-naked girls and you almost feel out of place. The bass coming from the speakers makes the ground shake slightly and you can almost laugh at the music choices. If anything, you know that shit from A to Z and the now playing tune in the background is oddly similar to some of your mixes, only not as breathtaking, of course. Jesse spots you from the other side of the enormous pool and runs over almost slipping on a pink bra lying nearby. He hands you over a drink. If you had to guess it was a badly mixed Pepsi with four- maybe six shots of vodka and a weird cinnamon aftertaste. Free drinks don't hurt so you down it and you feel the warmth of the alcoholic beverage consume your tiny body before heading over to a group of fellow English students alongside Jesse. After a three hour mark everything slowly begins to go blurry and you decide to sit down. The party isn't half as bad as you were expecting, however you barely know anybody there, yeah, going to an all senior party has some disadvantages. You sit at a badly made wooden bench-like structure nearby the bar and you're focused solely on your cup and whether you're going to puke right now or not. You decide not to and proceed watching the interactions between the crowd surrounding you, not paying slightest attention to the girl now sitting beside you. You aren't sure if she just came over or if she has been watching your drunk antics the whole time and is subliminally judging you. You don't care though, you're cool, remember? You hear some sort of hum, and you're not sure if you're going deaf from the music blasting or if you actually are much more drunk than you had imagined a few minutes earlier.

"I've never seen you around before."

You look right. Nothing. You look back. Nothing. You feel slight pressure from an unfamiliar hand on your left shoulder and turn around, probably making a fool of yourself as you currently resemble a lost puppy. Or something like that. It's a girl. She is quite blurry but you're guessing if you weren't hammered she probably wouldn't be and so you awkwardly smile.

"Yeah, I actually don't go to college. I sneak out with my boyfriend and show up to random frat parties just for the booze."

She laughs.

"I figured. But really, boyfriend? I've been watching you for a while and you haven't talked to any guys around here." She looks like she's blushing. That or she took an allergic reaction but you don't really notice. "Not that I'm a creep or anything, I just thought you'd want some company or a lift home, you don't look too good."

You chuckle.

"I'll have you know Theodore is an amazing boyfriend. And if you were watching me you'll totally agree that I did not steal that guys drink, I was just minding it for him."

You try to focus more on the girl, all it is right now is a blue top and red hair, the rest is past your talents as of now.

"Also, I always look good." You take another sip or two and sit back scanning the backyard now starting to empty.

"Wow. You're so cocky. And Theodore? Really? Don't worry though, your secret is safe with me."

She winks and stands up, stretching her arm out to help you. You take the offer trying to stay up on two feet, as impossible as it seems.

You remember lights, and then a car, and she may or may not say something about how she wishes you two could be friends but she's going to her new job after Barden. And then you're in your bed.

The next morning isn't the best feeling ever, you have to admit. You don't remember much from the night before, between Jesse disappearing with some blonde and some girl talking to you at the party, all you can actually focus on right now is the piercing headache you're experiencing. You move your head and spot a new yellow post-it note on your laptop along with a box of painkillers. You read the note and only see four short words.

"My name was Chloe :)"