Not always so pitch perfect - Donlad fanfiction

such a cluts

"With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride. You're toxic I'm slipping under. with a taste of a perfect paradise-" CRASH!

I've always been pretty clumsy but this was high on my list of seriously embarrassing moments.

One moment I'm strutting down the dorm hall Britney blaring in my ear buds and the next I'm on my butt papers going everywhere, and on top of all that i knocked some kids glasses of. This was shaping up to be the worst first day ever.

When i looked up to see the damage id done it was clear it wasn't going to get much better from there. I bumped in to one of the hottest guys id seen on campus and to make matters worse he was wearing a treble makes jacket. I heard from some girls at orientation that there the best male singing group around and the coolest guys in acapella. This is not how i wanted to make a name for myself.

I  leaned over, still sitting on the floor and picked up his glasses while he tried to gather my papers.

"Oh you really don't have to do that it was all my fault I'm such a cults." 

"Hi"deep brown eyes met mine and a chill ran down my spine. The blood I'm my face stared to turn it about 30 shades of pink and till this day I'm not sure if i was breathing.

"No no it was totally my bad i wasn't paying attention-" he was staring down at the papers in his had while we both tried to clear the hall way that was backlogged with angry people. 

"sheet music? you sing?"

"Um sort of not really its more like a side hobby thing."

I tried as hard as i could to avoid eye contact, and avoid making a fool of myself.

"Well all the acapella groups on campus are having and open audition, id really love to see you there."

A cocky smile crossed his face and i could have swore he winked at me.

"Doesn't really sound like my thing but thanks for the help."

Quickly i gathered my papers from him and started to walk away from behind me i hear him yelling

"Just think about it ok! Oh and I'm Donald by the way."

I couldn't help but smile to myself as i opened my dorm door a few doors down.

I walked into a lonely room with one bed a desk and my keyboard,that sat under the window, hooked up to my computers and such. "my little studio" I called it. My ACT scores were so good i was eligible for an honors dorm and with well off parents that persuaded the headmaster i got my own room. It seemed like it was going to be lonely but i don't really mind lonely. I placed my papers on my desk ad sighed.

"Donald huh"