Love at First Song

1. I Let the Music Speak

10:26. Only one minute has passed since I last checked, even though it has felt like 5. I take a deep breath and try to refocus my eyes on this essay. I know it won't write itself but at this point in the semester, there's nothing I wouldn't pay for that hack. My eyes shift between my Mac Book split screen – notes, essay, notes, essay, notes, essay. An idea pops in my head, I take a laboured breath, and start typing something... anything. This sentence is okay, not my best writing, but this is the first draft so it doesn't have to be amazing. I am a devout follower of the 'first draft, only draft' philosophy, so I'll make a game-time decision if this sentence makes it to the Turnitin software. My eyes wander from my train of thought to the top right corner of my laptop. 10:26. What the fuck. Why does time move so much slower in a library? I watched the seconds climb upward, counting down until I see 10:27. I'll start work then. Once that arbitrary measurement of time hits 10:27, I'm going to write the best fucking essay this professor has ever read in his entire goddamn life. I'm going to write the shit out of this essay. At 10:27 at night. On a Saturday. In the library. I turn around and take a look at my home for the evening, and I am one of three people in this area. I am also the only conscious one. I could go for a nap right now. My eyes focus on the clock again. 10:28. This place makes no sense. 

I readjust my headphones over my messy bun and mentally prepare to actually start taking this seriously. A ding fires off in my headphones, scaring the motivation out of me. I check who texted me, and see that my Do Not Disturb expired and I am now exposed to the deep depths of my roommate groupchat. I am left unprotected from the outside world and dive headfirst into what I missed. Two words: Quad Delt. What is a Quad Delt? Is that some kind of frat? I'm not a part of that world because I'm too busy with schoolwork, so maybe it's some sort of partying slang. My roommates know I'm trying to get this essay done, as I have been for the past few hours. I left the apartment so I wouldn't get distracted, but with the invention of smartphones, the shenanigans can follow me wherever I go. As I skim through the groupchat, I see those two words constantly. I was right, it seems like it's some sort of frat, but my roommates seem really excited to go. I thought they had been to every frat on campus, that's usually their prerogative. But no, this is something new. They won't let this down.

"Peyton, come on";

"You have to come with us";

"You've been doing so well in your classes, let's celebrate";

"It's Saturday!";

"We won't be in college forever".

That all sounds tempting, but those kinds of nights aren't really my thing, I prefer to stay in with a good rom-com, some pasta, and a glass of wine. But Spencer made an offer I couldn't refuse.

"I'll buy you Purple Banana tomorrow for your hangover." I laughed to myself, she knows me too well. Abby then chimed in.

"And I'll pay for your next Bleu Monkey order."

Jill emphasized both of their text messages, showing her support for this bribery. Wow, they're really laying it on thick. I was about to turn Do Not Disturb on again, cutting off all relations to society, but I took a moment. You know what? I have been working so hard all semester and they're right... I haven't had a night off. I haven't even had an early night to bed, I've been up so late these past weeks making sure I have all of my reading done. I take a beat to look at my groupchat, making my final decision. I draft my text and I send it.

"I'll be there soon, what's the address?" I swear I could hear the three of them scream from the other side of campus. The groupchat is now lighting up with GIFs and exclamation points, I clearly made the right choice. Jill clearly being the only one who actually read my message sends the address. I shake my head and smile as I'm packing up my laptop and notebooks into my stupidly heavy backpack. Hopefully there is a place to hide my stuff. This is such a dumb idea. This is going to be a long ass walk. I cannot believe I let them convince me into going. I'm not even in party clothing – whatever that means. I throw on my puffy jacket and readjust my headphones and bun underneath my hoodie. I put my backpack on and bid adieu to the prison that is Bird Library.

My roommates are right, I'll only be in college once, might as well have some fun with it. 

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Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my new story! I'm so excited to share the story of Peyton and Trent with you ~ Their story came to me while stalking my ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend!

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