Hey guys! I was feeling a bit anxious because I didn't receive much feedback for the last chapter, so I'm hoping you guys could for this one and let me know where you want to take it ^_^ I've got some plans for Lucy, Donald and everyone in the story, but I'd love to have your input as well. Let me know, and enjoy the new chapter!

"There is no excuse, I don't care how much you try to defend yourself, Lucy," Aubrey scolded, "The Treblemakers will do anything to destroy us, so you absolutely cannot allow them to penetrate us."

With a shaken breath, I protested, "I didn't sleep with him, Aubrey! I promise!"

"You drank a lot, you might not remember, but I remember seeing you holding his hand and leaving the party back to your dorm. Don't lie to me." She glared with the poise and elegance she was raised to have.
Beca stood up from her seat behind me and argued, "Aubrey, I was with her at the dorm. Yes, Donald was there, but he was only there because no one could look after her drunk ass. Surely you've had some nights during college where you were intoxicated and needed Chloe's help. It just so happens that Donald was the only one there to help her until I came."

"And how am I supposed to believe you when I saw you almost fornicating with Jesse?" Aubrey replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Fornicating? What?! He gave me a drink, that's it!" Beca sounded completely bewildered, "You know this, Audrey. Jesse was at that party all night but remember I left early! That was when I saw Lucy puking out her insides all over our room."

"Oh geez..." I murmured, sinking into my seat as I heard Stacie whisper, "Ew..."

Aubrey and Beca stared each other down until Chloe piped in, "I believe you, Lucy. There were a lot of drinks at that party," She then nudged Aubrey, causing her to glance back at her redhead friend, "I was a little tipsy, Aubrey, you had some drinks with Amy... I'm sure nothing happened. If anything, Lucy knows now the boundaries that should be made when she is a part of the Bellas." Chloe smiled reassuringly at her best friend.

Aubrey sighed. "Remember girls, you took an oath. Do not take advantage of our trust." Then, she moved onto the next topic, which was the arrangement of our performance. Chloe gave me a discreet wink and continued to listen to Aubrey. I was glad at least she wasn't completely insane. I heard Beca sit back down and I gave her a side glance, seeing that she was thinking the same thing as me, 'Aubrey was crazy'.

After rehearsal was finished, I whipped out my phone to see if I had received any texts. Jesse had sent me a message halfway through the rehearsal asking, 'when do you finish rehearsal? lets go see the hype about the new zac efron flick'

I scoffed, replying with, 'u hate zac efron, why are u choosing to watch one of his films now?'

'i havent seen you since the party last night, i saw you dancing with donald so its interrogation time. besides you cant resist that stupid abnormally sculpted man'

'u sure know how to ask a girl out, dont u? and don't diss my zac efron. he was and always will be my high school musical sweetheart.'

'actually gagging right now... so when do you finish?'

I messaged Jesse telling him to pick me up at the hall where we rehearsed and waited outside at the entrance. I continued to flick through my messages, a few from some old friends from high school, some unread messages from my mother (I told myself I would reply later, because she always sent me long essays but I always forgot to), but none from the person I had hoped to talk to. I decided to text him.

'u know I got in trouble at rehearsal today because I was seen going back to my dorm with u lol'

No immediate reply. That was okay, I couldn't expect everyone to reply straight away.

I waited a good fifteen minutes for Jesse to arrive, then we took a bus to the town's nearest movie theatre. Zac, of course, was absolutely amazing in 'The Lucky One". I sighed at the end of the film, glad that Jesse didn't interrupt my experience of watching yet another Efron film. I had a huge grin plastered on my face, thanking Jesse for taking me out, "He is just..." I sighed again, "Thanks Jess."

He smiled, "That was a horrible movie. Way too cheesy for my liking."

I hit his shoulder as we ushered out of the cinema, "Don't diss my man like that."

"Your man? Speaking of 'your man'... What happened last night?"

"Nothing happened," I smiled, ensuring him he has nothing to worry about. I wasn't convincing enough, obviously.

"Yeah, right. Every time I looked at you, you had a new drink in your hand. Don't tell me you did something stupid."

"The only stupid thing I did was drink alcohol, no thanks to your influence."

"Okay... Guilty as charged... But are you telling me the truth that nothing happened with Donald?"

I rolled my eyes at this point. "Jess, seriously. I'm fine and nothing happened between us. I got back to my dorm early because I felt queasy. You can ask Beca yourself, since she looked after me half the night."

Jesse stopped in his tracks, peering into my eyes, as if attempting to analyse what I had just said, like it wasn't true. It was the truth... Technically. He sighed and nodded, giving me a subtle look of approval, "Alright Luce, I believe you."

Damn, that made me feel bad. I smiled halfheartedly at my friend, hoping he wouldn't notice that tinge of guilt in my face. I took out my phone to check my texts as we walked to the bus station. I frowned, staring at my home screen. "No texts..."

"You expecting a text from someone?" Jesse asked, looking over my shoulder at my phone.

I nodded in return, "Sent them a text a few hours ago. It's kinda getting me worried."

"Who is it?" Jesse inquired being the same nosy boy I knew.

I lied, "Classmate. A girl who attends some of my lectures. Just needed some notes, that's all." 'Sorry Jesse...' I thought as I watched him nod at my reply. I couldn't let him know I was basically at Donald's beck and call.

Once we reached the campus, I told Jesse we would make plans again. "Bring Benji next time," I suggested as he walked me to my dorm. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it. Besides... He kinda got his dream rejected and all..."

Jesse smiled awkwardly, "Yeah. He hasn't really mentioned it since I got back from the initiation night. Let's go out for lunch tomorrow, we'll treat him."

"But don't make it obvious. We don't want to come off as if we pity him," I grimaced.

Jesse agreed, waving goodbye as I started walking down the hallways to my room. I took my phone from my pocket and stared at Donald's name. I considered sending him another text, but what if he thought I was spamming him with unnecessary messages? But then again... What if he never got my text in the first place? That would explain him failing to promptly reply like he usually did. Then again... What if he got my text... And ignored it?
I shook my head, trying to shake off the feelings of insecurity and doubt. I'm sure he had a legitimate reason for not texting back, like maybe he was rehearsing... No there couldn't have been rehearsal if Jesse was with me half the day. Maybe he was studying.

"God!" I whined, tangling my fingers in my hair as I rubbed my head. "You know what? I'm just going to call him." I decided, hovering my thumb over the green phone button. I pressed it.

A few rings sang into my right ear, giving more anxiety as each one made its way into my eardrum. Would he even pick up? My thoughts became muddled, confused and all in all just a complete mess. I never knew what an unanswered text could do to my demeanour and I did not like it one bit. Eventually, in what seemed like forever, he picked up.

"Hello?" Donald answered.

"Donald! Hey uh, is this a bad time?" I asked, feeling my heart skip a beat as I first heard his voice.

"No, it isn't," I could hear the smile in his voice, relaxing me just a tad bit. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you got my text," I began, "I sent it to you a while ago but you never replied," finishing with a cringeworthy forced-laugh that could make the Gods hide behind their palms. I wouldn't blame them, I called a guy I liked because I didn't get a text back. Suddenly, I was beginning to feel like one of those crazy obsessed girls that Donald would not want anything to do with.

"Oh yeah, I got that text," he replied. "I just didn't bother replying."

"Oh," I fell onto my bed. There it was, my heart sinking at the hard truth. "Why... Why not?"

"So you could call me."

I wanted to hit him.

"Why would you do that?! I was so worried I did something wrong!"

"Lucy I'll say it straight out, I'm not really planning on texting or calling you anymore. Simply because you never decided to do that favour I wanted."

"That's so petty..." I grumbled, "What if I don't want to go on a date with you?"

"Although I laugh at that proposition, I doubt you don't want to go on a date. At risk of having you get a little more annoyed at me than you already are, I think you really do want to go out with me."

"What makes you think that I would want to go out with you?" I pouted, getting annoyed at his presumptions.

"Do you ever get this caught up about someone who didn't reply to one of your texts?"

I paused. "Screw you..." I seethed.

He laughed in response. "Just let it happen, Luce."

"There are boundaries."

"Like the Bella's oath, I know. We don't have to let Aubrey know because as far as I've heard, she's the only one really serious about that."

"Yeah, because she's the leader of the damn group!" I let out an exasperated sigh. "Why are you so insistent on this, Donald?"

I heard a few seconds of silence on the other line, causing me to ask myself if I said something to offend him. He replied soon after I had that thought.

"Because I like you, Lucy. Is there really any other reason to want to go out with someone?"

I could feel my heart trying to beat it's way free out of my ribcage. I placed my hand against my chest in an attempt to calm it down. I swallowed whatever air I could, feeling my mouth dry up like a desert, with me as a lost wanderer looking for that sweet oasis to rest at. I started to imagine Donald as that oasis I wanted to sink my body into. I did want him. I really did. But damn... I was scared. I realised as I daydreamed, Donald was still on the line, asking if I was there.

"Y-Yes, sorry, I just zoned out for a second there," I stumbled upon my words.

"Sorry. Was that too sudden?" He asked.

"No, no it's fine," I insisted, however my vibrating chest was saying the complete opposite. "Um... I uh, have to go."

"I was right, it was too much, I'm sorry," Donald apologised. "Lucy, don't hang up."

"There's nothing to be sorry about," I laughed nervously. "I just... I have to go. I have some assignments... You know, stuff."

I heard him sigh on the line as I hung up on him. "I'm sorry Donald," I whispered as I put my phone down to my lap. I thought about Jonathan, the boy whom I loved so much in high school. The boy who broke my heart once I had given him everything. My heart, my soul... My body. I never talked about our relationship with anyone else before. Jesse would have killed Jonathan, I could never speak about a boy aside from Jesse to my parents and the closest girlfriend I had was Beca, who wasn't even aware of Jonathan's existence. I sighed, laying back onto my mattress as I stared at the ceiling.

"It's for the best, Lucy. It was good at the time but he totally wrecked you," I mumbled, thinking about what Jonathan did during our last days as seniors. "You can't let that happen again... Even if you can't stop thinking about Donald."

I closed my eyes, deciding to sleep off my heavy feelings. I checked my phone for the time as I heard a knock on the door. I had only been asleep for a good 15 minutes before I was so rudely interrupted. Then I thought it would've been Beca coming back from her shift at the radio station. I got up, getting ready to tell her to stop forgetting her key. I opened the door and that stupid heart racing feeling returned, making me feel faint, hot and cold all at the same time.

"Donald," I almost choked on my own saliva, trying not to show my surprise at his presence. "What are you-"

Then, I felt a pair of warm arms surround me, wrapping around my neck and back as it pulled me towards him. Donald rested his head on top of mine and could feel his heart beat as he placed my ear against his chest. He was so much taller than me, I realised that now. I could feel my lip quivering as I felt comfort in his arms. I felt tears start to slide out of the corner of my eyes, unwilling to let go of Donald, yet unwilling to let anything more happen with what're our relationship was.

"D-Donald, I can't," I shook my head, despite the fact that my hands were holding tightly onto his sweater.

He stroked the back of my hair, not saying anything. He only hugged me tighter. The more he held on, the more I did too. I was terrified, nervous, dizzy and exhilarated all at the same time.

And I wanted to feel more.