I go into the shower room and put my things on a small stool outside the shower stall. The room's deserted, so I get my phone out to call Zen. My phone displays.
1 new message
From:Zen
Zen- "Don't forget me."

I decide just to text and promise myself to call tomorrow.

Made it to campus. Everything is fine. I have a roommate! We're going to a party soon. I'll call you tomorrow, miss you!

I step into the tile shower and let my mind wander while the warm water encases me. Suddenly, I feel homesick. I've never been so far away from home by myself. "Stop it, don't even go there. You are here to learn independence. So suck it up, go to this party, and don't make an ass out of yourself!" I give myself a pep talk, rinsing the conditioner from my hair.

Putting makeup on soothes me. It's like painting a fresh canvas. To match my dress, I choose a dramatic, smokey eye, and pink glossy lips. I blow out my hair to have more volume than I actually need, then I take a hot iron and curl the ends to add more drama. I'll be damned if those "Sorority Bitches" eat me alive. I step into the little black dress and pull it on. To my surprise, it fits like a glove, and it feels so comfortable! Not like the cheaply made dresses I've always worn. Lastly, I slip on my red pumps and saunter back to my dorm room.

Kat gasps as I strut into the room. "Oh. My. God. Look at the curves you were hiding under all that flannel! Wait, you need these." She hands me a pair of dangle earrings, and a matching necklace that hangs below my waistline. "There, now you look perfect. The frat rats are going to pick their jaws up off the floor!" She beams with excitement. It seems contagious, so I mirror her huge smile. "What are frat rats?" I ask Kat.

"Any guy who lives in Greek Village, well, except the Kappa guys. They are tech nerds. They don't really socialize."
The noises of other dorm residents leaving for the party make our heads turn. A skinny girl with brown curly hair pops her head into the doorway. She reminds me of a mouse. "You's guys going to Omega Pi? I hear it's gonna be huge." Her Boston accent makes me laugh a little. The big city will take some getting used to. "Yeah, right behind ya." Kat grabs her phone, and I do the same, along with a small black handbag.

The walk to Greek Village takes ten minutes, and two aching feet in heels. I mentally kick myself for wearing my hooker heels to my first frat party.

There are so many people. I hear people talking all around me, and I understand now why people say that the city never sleeps. In the distance sirens wail faintly, and car horns. I imagine there's no quiet place in this city.

Kat nudges me in the arm and points to a building painted white. It makes the rest of the street look filthy in its comparison. "That's the Zetas, perfect little Barbie clones. Their parents are Upper East Side, high-class billionaire people. They say the only way in is to sell your soul, or have your parents donate a whopping one hundred grand to the college." I stop in front of the white building and turn to Kat. "I left my checkbook back at the dorms. Do you think they would accept an IOU?" Kat irrupts into laughter, the kind that makes you grab your side. "You're funny, Farm Girl. I think we'll get along just fine."

At last, we make our way into the party. I've been to a lot of parties, but I've never seen anything like this. Guys drinking liquor out of girls' belly buttons. The music is so loud I can feel the bass in my chest. Kat fits naturally in as she starts swaying her hips to the beat. "I'm gonna go find us some drinks!" She yells over the music. I give a thumbs up in agreement. Thumbs up? Are you kidding me?

I study the room, taking it all in. A girl walks over to me wearing a pink tank top that's lowered to show her bra, and a large Z on the front. She hands me a flyer. "Have you thought about pledging a sorority? The Zetas are a brilliant choice. We have our own chef, we have weekly mixers, and we are Number one on campus." Her squeaky voice makes me want to high five her face. "That's okay, thanks anyway." I turn and walk away, leaving her puzzled. I want to check out the rest of the party scene, so I decide to look around.

I tiptoe through the crowd, awkwardly scooting around lip lock session after lip lock session. I notice a girl standing on a table, guys pumping their fists in the air chanting, "Take it off!". The crowd loses it when she takes her top off, revealing a black bra.
What am I doing here?

My eyes widen as three more girls drunkenly climb onto the tabletop, and begin removing their shirts as well.
Completely lost in the situation, standing in the corner, eyes wide, and gawking at the scene before me as girl after girl removes their tops. I look around franticly for Kat, and find a petite blonde who appears just as shocked as I am. A mirrored horror of myself.