"How's the job at the radio station going?" I asked Beca just before heading to bed.

It was a few days before the auditions and my mind was still juggling the decision on whether to go or not. I fumbled in my long pyjama pants and threw the thin covers over me. It was cold and the sheet I had wasn't doing much for me, but it was definitely better than nothing. I grabbed my Lang Leav book, 'Love and Misadventure' to read to sleep. Beca too, was getting ready to hit the sack. I was lucky to get along with Beca, even if she was a tad bit awkward at conversations. Maybe it was just me.

"It's going great," Beca replied, "I mean stacking CDs is my dream."

I giggled, "I take it they still haven't played your tracks yet?"

"Nope," she sighed, "I've been giving him my tracks for the past week but still nothing played."

"They deserve to be played," I said, encouraging her not to give up. "Jesse tells me he loves your tracks."

"Yeah," She suddenly smiled at the mention of his name, "He's such a weirdo."

"Well he's a weirdo that's smitten," I smirked coyly, watching her reaction.

She looked as if she had a million words to spill out of her mouth in regards to that and she had no clue what to start off with. She simply shook her head, flustered and said, "He's a great guy, but I doubt he's smitten."

"Say what you will," I shrugged as I snuggled myself into my bed. "I've known the guy since we were kids."

Beca just smiled as she got into her bed, possibly hiding a blush that was developing.

"By the way, did you end up finding any DJ clubs on campus?" I asked.

"No, unfortunately. My dad is kinda making me join one, my choice though, of course."

"Must be difficult having your dad monitoring you around at university. So what club are you thinking of joining?"

"Well," she said jokingly, "I was totally thinking of starting my own club. A DJ club, but oh wait, that's right, I don't have any friends."

"Hey, you got me and Jesse." I smiled.

"Yeah. I don't think there are any clubs I'm into."

"Well for one, you can sing," I pointed out, referring to the tracks she sang in. "Why not go to auditions this Saturday?"

"Auditions? For the Barden Bellas?"

"Or whatever group you want," I shrugged. "Just try out. If you go, I'll go."

"Way to leave the decision up to me, Lucy."

"Hey, I've been racking this decision in my brain too, and I figure I'll leave it up to fate. Meaning... I'll leave it up to you."

"That's cruel," Beca laughed.

We turned off our respective lights and began to fall asleep, but I knew before Beca closed her eyes, she had a moment of consideration with the decision she was given.

The day after, I had classes from morning till night, however there were a few breaks in between that gave me some leeway for spending time with Jesse. That is, of course, if our breaks coincided. I never bothered to ask him his timetable.

So at Barden University, I chose the literature degree. I loved poetry, I loved novels, I loved anything written. The reason why I even considered auditioning for an acapella group was because songs were exactly the same. Poetry, with music attached... Even if some songs were more derogatory than others.

The only real downside to studying a literature degree were the annoying amount of textbooks to use as references. I struggled to carry the four textbooks I had for the next two back-to-back classes. My first class of the day was at 8am, on the other side of campus. I know... Literature wasn't looking like the best course right now. I will say though, the professors were really insightful, so, it wasn't all bad.

Not a lot of students were walking around campus at 7:45am. The early morning fog had just settled and the sun was starting to give off its heat of spring. I finally reached the building of my first class, glancing at my watch to see I had five minutes till class. I made haste, turning corners and power walking through the corridors. As expected... I shouldn't have made such a rush, I turned the last corner to my class and tumbled. My books slammed into my chest before falling to the ground and my shoulder bag tangled amongst the mess.

"Oh crap," I heard someone in front of me say. Then I realised, I had run into someone.

"Oh crap!" I repeated, "I'm so sorry!" I quickly fell to the ground to pick up my books.

The voice suddenly chuckled. It was husky, yet playful. I looked up and up and just my luck, it was Donald. "Do you have enough books with you?"

"Donald," I blushed, "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"No, that's alright," He replied as he bent down to help me pack my books.

"I'm okay, I got thi-"

"My apologies for bumping into you. Where are you headed?" He interrupted me, distracting me as he took the books out of my hand and carried them.

"Oh, no Donald, I can carry-"

"Like I said, my apologies. Let me make it up to you. Now where are you headed?"

I sighed, holding on tightly to my bag in the case that he would take that off me too. "You have a habit of interrupting people, you know that?"

He chuckled, "Are you going to answer my question or are we going to stand here in the hallway? I mean, I'm down to stay here and talk to you all day... But I'm pretty sure you don't want to miss your first class."

I laughed along with him, playing with the strap of my bag awkwardly, "Its just down the hall."

I took him to my class, enjoying the short walk we had together. It was quiet, but surprisingly, it was comfortable. I reached the door to my class and took my books off his hands.

"Thanks for that," I smiled. "I'll see you around."

He said nothing but a smile in return and he headed to his own class. It had caught me off guard that he was such a gentleman, considering his reputation had said otherwise. I suddenly frowned at the thought that maybe he was putting the moves on me. Maybe being a gentleman was a part of the act. I shook it off, and begun my day.

I had finished my two first classes sooner than I thought, and I found myself with a three hour break before my last few classes. I texted Jesse, wondering if he was free to hang.

'you free to chill? got a three hour break lol. down to take you up for that movie offer :)'

He replied shortly after. 'bad timing, in class right now, no breaks till 4'

I sighed, readjusting the books in my hand.

"Guess it's time for a nap," I mumbled.

"Mind if I join you?" I heard someone approach me.

"Donald," I said, startled. "You are everywhere."

"Or maybe fate just wants us to be together," he smirked.

I stepped back, feeling flustered but also offended. "Donald you have a girlfriend. I'm not into that."

He tilted his head, slightly confused. "Girlfriend? Where'd you get that idea from?"

I scoffed, frustrated at his lies. "When you were performing with the Treblemakers at the activities fair. You were texting someone on your phone, someone who I assumed was your girlfriend."

Donald paused to think back to that moment. Then, he raised his eyebrows and laughed. "That was not my girlfriend. I wasn't even texting anyone. I was playing Clash of Clans," he whipped out his phone to show me his game, then proceeding to show me the texts he received, all of which consisted of Bumper, his mother, and other guys.

"You must really trust me to show me your texts," I crossed my arms, feeling slightly regretful and embarrassed that I accused him of something without proof.

He shrugged, "I got nothing to hide. Besides, you seem pretty cool."

I bit my tongue at the urge of telling him about his reputation. I sighed and started walking to my dorm, "Well, I better get going."

"Actually, I've been wanting to ask you," Donald followed me, "can I take you out for lunch?."

Thinking back on it, I was pretty hungry... But Jesse's reprimanding voice echoed at the back of my mind. I shook my head, refusing his offer. "I'm sorry Donald, I can't."

"Please," Donald smiled at me, placing his hands together in a begging motion. It was cute. "I'm paying. Don't make me beg more."

I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples to shut Jesse's voice up. "Donald..."

"Lucy," he stepped closer towards me as I felt towered against. His voice was quieter and we shared a moment of silence. "Please."

I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out what his intentions were. I seriously couldn't tell, but his eyes were making my heart race. I exhaled with what little breath I had.

I bit my lip and said, "Jesse is going to kill me."

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