The soft murmur grew louder as Janet approached the double doors. The warm summer breeze did little to settle her nerves. She stood still, hesitating, never quite feeling this level of discomfort before. It was almost like she was in a foreign country, where everything was so different. That was part of the charm of college, she supposed. Forcing yourself to step outside your comfort, to learn new things and grow. She assured herself it was just the surroundings that were different, but with any luck she would change in time as well.
With forced determination, Janet pushed open the doors. She was met with a cacophony of voices and laughter from the diverse students that filled the atrium. She took a deep breath as the doors closed behind her, their noise almost drowned out in comparison to all else.
Janet wondered at the landscape before her. Students filled the hall in small gatherings, gossiping amongst themselves and having a good time. She stared at the pillars that extended up towards a ceiling that was so high as to make her feel almost insignificant, with the school colors displayed on banners stretching between them. She marveled at the prestigious accomplishments of the school that were on display along the walls. Various trophies and banners announcing the sports teams that brought their school to victory. The pictures depicting prominent faculty members and important philanthropic donors.
While she had toured the campus previously before applying, the school had not felt so alive at the time. Janet was filled with a mix of peace and anxiety. Nervousness over feeling so alone, yet hopeful of where this new chapter in her life would take her.
Her reverie was disturbed as more students burst through the doors, hastily pushing past Janet. She squeaked out a soft apology as she stepped to the side.
With her focus back on the room in front of her, Janet noticed the table with giant blue lettering that read "
WELCOME
" on the front. She approached one of the attendees seated behind it.
"Hi!", the friendly voice greeted Janet. He looked to Janet to be an upperclassman, probably in his fourth year at the school. The school's logo was displayed on the breast of his polo. "Are you here for the orientation?" he inquired.
"Um... yeah. I'm not... really sure what I need to do, though." Janet responded, her head held low, her hand covering the back of her neck.
"That's okay, you're in the right place," the older student assured her. He went on to explain what to expect for the rest of the day. She was handed a folder stuffed with papers, many of which Janet was sure she'd never read. Finally, after looking up her name, he gave her a table number and directed her towards a set of doors near the end of the hall.
Janet thanked the man and went off in the direction she was told. She wound her way through the maze of students before finally arriving at her destination.
The new room sported a stage with a podium before an expanse of portable tables and chairs. Each table was covered with a white cloth, a floral centerpiece, some water and cups, and a small sign etched with a number and letter. She scanned the room for her table, eventually finding it slightly off to the right, about halfway to the stage. 3F.
She took her seat at the currently-empty table and placed her folder down. She was grateful to no longer be carrying around her luggage, having dropped it off at her new dorm room. There was no one else there at the time, to her disappointment. That was when she parted ways with her parents. She assured them that she would be fine from there, but now part of her wished she had asked them to stay.
Waiting for the event to start, Janet began shuffling through the papers in the folder, giving only a cursory glance as to what they contained. The room was slowly filling as time passed. Janet glanced at her phone, still 35 minutes until the scheduled time.
Janet started when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned to her right to see a girl smiling down at her.
"Hey, you must be Janet, right?" the girl cheerfully inquired. Janet could only dumbly nod her affirmation. "I'm Rachel, your new roomy. Nice to meet you!" She held out her hand towards Janet.
"Uh... hi, nice to meet you," Janet responded, shaking the girl's hand. As her heart began to settle from her jump, she smiled back at her new acquaintance.
Rachel took the seat right next to Janet. "So, tell me about yourself, what are you studying here?" Rachel held strong eye contact with Janet, the friendly smile never leaving her face.
"I'm doing a double major in computer science and graphical design," Janet responded, only able to maintain the same eye contact half the time.
Rachel's eyes lit up. "Oh wow! So does that mean you're like super smart? Man, I lucked out with you! You're going to have to help me with my homework then!" she said, laughing. She saw the blush form on Janet's face as Janet tried to stammer out an objection. "Lighten up, I'm just kidding! I do my own homework," she said, playfully pushing on Janet's shoulder.
Janet visibly relaxed, a genuine smile growing on her face. "What about you, what are you going to major in?" she asked in turn.
"Undecided for now. Just going to be taking some gen eds, see if something catches my interest. Until then, I'll just live up the college dream!" Rachel explained with confidence and pride, her voice strained as she stretched an arm straight above her.
Janet couldn't understand how people could go through life like that without a plan, but decided against saying anything.
The two carried on as such, asking each other various questions about the other. What kind of food did they like, what their hobbies were, etc. Janet was glad to find herself able to relax around Rachel. Ever since she decided on staying at the college dorm, she had been concerned that she would be placed with someone, well, incompatible, as she put it.
And that's when Janet heard it, the most beautiful laugh she had ever heard in her life before. It came from the table just two rows away. A group of girls had just started sitting down, still gossiping to each other. Janet turned to see whom the laugh belonged to, her eyes finally spotting her. The girl was a veritable angel. She had never seen someone so gorgeous before. The entire auditorium seemed to go silent, all outside distractions seemingly miles away, as the vision of beauty sat before her eyes.
Who was this girl? Janet felt that term didn't properly fit her. Goddess, more like. Yes, surely that was more suitable. Her very smile seemed to send shivers throughout Janet's body. Janet could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She could only hear her laughter, but it was like the song of a siren. The tune beckoning to Janet to move closer. She only had to stand up and start walking. She only had to-
She was brought back to reality by the hand that was shaking her shoulder. "Hello, Janet? What are you doing?" Rachel asked with a slight twinge of annoyance in her voice.
Janet turned her head around to face Rachel and apologized. "Sorry. I, uh..." she began, her head returning to her object of desire. "Who is that?" she asked, mostly to herself, but still loud enough for Rachel to hear.
Rachel had to push herself up to see over Janet at what her new friend was looking at. "Are you talking about Melanie?"
Janet's whipped her head around so fast that her hair pelted her in the face, Rachel half expecting it to detach from her body and go flying towards the ceiling. "You know her?!" Janet shouted, quickly blushing at her outburst, hoping no one else had heard.
"Easy there, sweetie, I know of her. We went to high school together."
"Please, tell me everything!" Janet went right back to admiring her newfound inamorata, while still trying to listen intently to anything Rachel might say.
"Well... she was valedictorian of my class. Pretty much the most popular girl in the school, but doesn't seem to let it go to her head like most people would expect. I haven't really interacted with her much, but she seemed like a genuinely nice person. Why do you ask? Wait..." Rachel trailed off, something finally dawning on her. "Janet, are you... are you a lesbian?!" She said in a forced whisper, a look of wonder spreading on her face.
Janet's eyes opened in shock. For once she forced her head to stay still, her cheeks turning beet red. She had let herself get so caught up in her fascination that she wasn't aware of how obvious her actions must have been. Her mouth opened to say words, but nothing came out. She didn't dare face Rachel. That is until she heard a burst of laughter from behind her.
"You. Are so. Adorable! Oh my god, Janet." Rachel couldn't stop laughing, even as Janet finally turned around and glared at her. Eventually realizing Janet's reaction to her laughter, Rachel tried to deescalate. "It's fine, it's fine. I don't care either way. I just think it's so cute. I've never seen someone go to eleven like that before." She took a moment to compose herself. "Boy, you sure do know how to pick them, though. I wish you the best of luck. You'll probably need it."
Janet had been looking at the table, filled with shame and embarrassment at the situation, until she heard Rachel's last statement. A look of concern on her face, she questioned Rachel, "Why do you say that?"
"Well who knows if she's actually seeing anyone currently, but I don't recall hearing any rumors of her sexual orientation. Regardless, I'm sure you'll be facing a lot of competition."
Janet stared at her new friend with dejection. Her mind withdrew into itself, constantly going over the situation. She barely even registered when the orientation had started, and only payed half attention during. Before she knew it, the students were released unto the campus.
Janet followed Rachel back to their dorm, responding just enough to keep the conversation going when needed. Rachel, for her part, did her best to stifle her laughter every time she saw Janet's reactions, though it didn't help that she was also instigating the poor girl perhaps a bit too often.
At the dorm, Rachel went over the ground rules to the partly-inattentive Janet. Don't be a slob, help with the house work, respect privacy, understand boundaries, but most importantly, don't "...be such a killjoy, Janet." Rachel playfully tapped Janet's cheek.