I can't believe I kept this. But then again, it became a habit to keep things that reminded me of you throughout our relationship. This flyer, I've kept since 2012. Even though you held it once in your hand and returned it to me, I've managed to keep it.
I remember when I first laid my eyes on you Rebecca Mitchell. You were this curious, yet determined freshman that looked like you knew exactly what you wanted. But something was holding you back. Was it really your father, or me?
That I will never know. Never in my twenty one years of living did I think that this little DJ would change my life forever. Your 'alternative' looks didn't exactly win Aubrey's heart straight away. But it sure did for me. Not just your exterior caught my attention Becs, it was this mysterious vibe you radiated and I knew I just had to get to know you.
And that's exactly what happened when I met those beautiful navy blue eyes of yours.
It was the beginning of a new college year, and I really needed to step up my game. That year meant everything to Aubrey and I. We we're now the captains of the greatest, female acapella group of the history of Barden University. But since her little accident on stage, things were pretty bumpy to get the attention we needed for new recruits.
"Bree, what are we going to do? If we can't get Baloney Barbra to audition we can't get anyone." I said to her, slightly hyperventilating from this epiphany I was having as I watched Barbra striding away from our stall.
"Chlo, calm down. We're going to get super hot, biking-ready-body ladies that can sing." Aubrey tried to reason as she just got rejected from a passerby. She sighed, and handed me the stack of flyers, telling me to keep handing them out.
I rolled my eyes, only then when my eyes landed on you.
You stood there, with your head tilted slightly like a lost puppy, trying to find its owner amongst a crowd; with eyes frantically scanning every stall. I remember a small smile creeping onto my face, and all because of you and you haven't even said a word to me yet.
"Chloe ? You flyering there?" Aubrey snapped me out of my thoughts but it wasn't too late when she looked at your direction.
"What about her?" I asked with hopes pointing my pen at you.
"Hmm... I don't know, Chlo. She looks a little alternative, don't you think?" I rolled my eyes at her for the second time, and that was when you walked right pass the stall.
"Hi, any interest in joining our acapella group?" You looked around your shoulders, as if you were asking if I was talking to you.
"Oh, that's like a thing around here." You stated, eyes heavy with eyeliner as you read our sign, 'The Barden Bellas'.
"Oh, totes." And I swear I saw you cringe, "there's four groups on campus. The Bella's. That's us, we're the tits." I say, winking at you and surprisingly you being the alt girl blushed. And so I continued, "the BU Harmonics. They sing a lot of Madonna. The High Notes... they're not really motivated." I say as you peered over the stall to see a bunch of high singers lying on the grass. "And then there's..."
Of course, our rivals. The Treble Makers. I handed you the flyer, not wanting to mention their name. This very flyer attached, now all crumpled but still with the very yellow 'Barden Bellas' written on the front.
"Thanks, but I uh. I don't sing." That's where you got me, Becs. I knew you were lying.
"Please just consider it," I could hear the desperation in my own voice. "We compete at national championships."
"On purpose?" Ouch.
"We performed at the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre, you bitch." Aubrey, was- and still is quite bad with word vomit. You raised your brow like being called a bitch was some kind of achievement.
"What Aubrey means to say, is we'd really like it if we could make it back to the championships this year. Help us turn our dreams into a reality?" And this, was when I would muster up the best puppy eyed look. And this, what the first time it didn't work.
"Sorry, but I don't sing. It was nice meeting you though." You handed the flyer back to me, already seeming to forget about me when you were the only thing running in my head for the rest of that day.
I knew you were lying, Becs. I know it was a stupid one, trying to avoid potential chances. But it was the first of many. I've always wondered if you were to be truthful to me if I had not barged into your shower the following week.
You always seemed to lie to get past things that I couldn't bear to watch. I wished you'd be more honest with me. But then again, sometimes I wished I believed you lie so you wouldn't be reading this letter. But you alway knew how to deceive me. And that, Becs is why we broke up.