The next morning, Stacie Conrad woke up with a hangover and a pounding headache. The brunette had overslept and only had ten minutes to get to her first Bella's rehearsal. She rushed to get dressed and ran across campus to the gym where rehearsals were held, yet still ended up being fifteen minutes late. She thought for sure Aubrey was going to be mad at her for showing up late to rehearsal but was shocked to see the exact opposite. As she entered the room, Aubrey lit up and she shot the girl a smile. Although Stacie was confused by the blond's behavior, she smiled back and took her seat next to Fat Amy.

Rehearsal went well and before they knew it they were packing their things to go home. Stacie had left before Aubrey, but that didn't stop her from doing everything she could to catch up with the girl. By the time Aubrey reached the girl, she was completely out of breath. It was odd for the girl to be so winded, she exercised regularly and ran at least a mile a day, but nevertheless, she
blew it off and continued toward Stacie.

"Hey, Stacie," Aubrey said, still trying to catch her breath, "You did really great today."

"Aubrey are you okay?" the brunette asked the girl slightly concerned with how winded she was, "Do you need to sit down and catch your breath?"

"No, I'm good," Aubrey replied with a smile, although Stacie still had her suspicions about theway the blond blew off the situation. They resumed walking, this time side by side, and Aubrey had to fight the urge to take Stacie's hand in hers.

"So did you have a good time at the hood night party last night?" Aubrey asked the brunette, hoping that the girl remembered the kiss they had shared the night before.

"I actually don't remember anything from last night after Beca and Chloe snuck off to go make out. Next thing I knew I was back in my dorm room with a massive hangover. How about you? How was your last Hood Night party?"

Aubrey was crushed that the girl was unable to recall the moment they shared, but at the same time, she knew that this was probably going to happen due to how drunk Stacie was when she left her last night.

"It was really good," she replied, disappointment clear in her voice, "Look, Stacie, I got to go study for a test but I'll talk to you later."

Before the brunette could even respond back, Aubrey was already gone down the block heading toward her apartment. As she walked back home, the tears began streaming down her face. She was kicking herself for thinking that she even stood a chance with Stacie. She knew the girl was so drunk that she couldn't even walk in a straight line, yet she was still angry toward the girl for not being able to remember. When she arrived back at her apartment she found herself thankful that Chloe wasn't home. She loved her best friend, but she didn't want to have to explain why she was so upset to the redhead. She just wanted to forget about it and move on from Stacie
Conrad. It was nothing more than a silly crush anyway and Stacie obviously didn't feel the same way. Even in her distraught state, Aubrey decided to write another letter addressed to Stacie, the girl who had her reduced to tears not even minutes ago:

Dear Stacie,

I found out that you don't remember the moment we shared outside your dorm room after Hood Night. It's okay if you don't mean what you said last night, but I truly mean what I told you last night. Stacie, I love you, and even though you most likely don't share my feelings, I want you to know that you will always hold a special place in my heart. I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone the same way that I have grown to love you, but I don't want to force you into a relationship you won't be happy in either.

XOXO,
Aubrey