Well, here I am, is the first thought that crosses Sarah's mind when she steps out of the dormitory hall and right into the gleaming September sunlight. University of Toronto, G.E. student. Finally. Mrs S will be so proud.

She mentally pats herself on the back and smiles. She'd been wanting to do this for a while, the whole University thing. But now that her life was finally on track, she felt like she could do it properly. Just get her G.E. and then decide later, see if anything pops up that she likes. At least she wasn't sitting on her ass doing nothing all day.

The dorms were mixed, she'd soon figured that out. Right across the hall where two men, Olivier and Paul, but she'd only met Olivier since Paul hadn't arrived yet. Next door to her was a room shared between two girls, and she had a room all to herself, which is exactly the way she liked it.

She was walking now, down the path from the dormitory to the actual University building. She had already checked in, but she needed to get her schedule in order. She kept her head up, but barely looked at anyone. She didn't feel the need to, she wasn't here to make friends, just to do something with her life after the wasted years.

She arrived at the main building within minutes, a line formed all the way to the outside. People where lolling around, leaning on columns, chatting about as they waited for their turn to step inside the building, walk up to the receptionist, rattle off a name and get their schedule. Who knew so many people got into University every year? Sarah tapped her foot impatiently and reminded herself that this was why she hated waiting in line. Too many people.

"Freshers Party! Everyone's invited!"

She rolled her eyes at the call, digging her arms into her pockets and huffing out a puff of hot air. It was seriously warm for September…

"Freshers Party! Everyone's invited!"

That stupid chant was getting closer.

"Hey, Freshers Party, come on over tonight to the Alpha-Nu Fraternity House," the guy handing out papers smiled at her, giving her a lazy wink before moving further up the line with the flyers.

She was about to throw it away when she looked down at the flyer properly.

Freshers Party. Meet and mingle, drink and dance. Any and all welcome, including upperclassmen. Party starts at 9!

Eh, what the fuck. She could use a bit of booze anyways.

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The Frat House has been dimmed down to just a few strobe lights, and all the furniture had been put god knows where. Beer and vodka flowed through everyone's system, and Sarah was no exception. She'd spent the majority of the night standing here, next to the keg, just observing and getting slightly more buzzed with every cup she downed. She wasn't here to mingle, she kept telling herself. She was only here to get a little bit buzzed, and then she was gone.

Well, she kept telling herself that. But everyone looked like they were having so much fun.

Plenty of guys had gone up to her already, handing her drinks and trying to flirt, and she played along for the most part. It was when she slapped their hands away that they slinked away, really. They didn't' like a girl who could hit back.

This guy walking up to her was clearly no exception.

"Hey there," he grinned at her, handing her a glass. "Wanna dance?"

"What's in the glass?"

He seemed thrown off by her accent – so far everyone had been – but he just shrugged and smiled at her. "Bit of whiskey."

"Beer and whiskey…" she muttered, taking it down.

He laughed and offered her his hand. "Very risky, yeah? Come on, dance with me!"

She felt the buzz creep up to her mind and momentarily, she had a lapse of judgment.

What the fuck, why not?

"Sure, if you can keep up!" she told him, shrugging off her jacket and strutting her way onto the dance floor.

Before she knew it, the flashing lights had gone to her head, and she was approached by one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen. Her hair was matted, and it absolutely suited her, and she was smiling at her in a small, predatory way that Sarah knows she should be a bit afraid of. But she wasn't not. In fact she kind of liked it.

In the flashing she couldn't really make out her face, but even in the dark she could tell that this woman had a body to die for. She could feel it under her hands as she rested them on her hips, pulling them closer. The other woman, just the right height, put her own hands behind Sarah's head and bumped their noses together. Before she could register what was happening, Sarah's lips had touched hers and she could tell that not only was she gorgeous, she was a great kisser too.

The woman's hands were in her hair, and she had the fabric under her fingers bunched up, one hand boldly going to the woman's skin and running her fingers lightly over heating flesh. She was pushed against a wall, and she realized they're near a bathroom. Quickly, she broke the kiss, grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her with her into the ladies' room.

Into the perfectly lit ladies' room.

"Holy shit."

Sarah's eyes couldn't grow wider as she took in the woman. Or…was she looking into her reflection? It couldn't be. She didn't have dreadlocks or glasses, yet this one clearly did. It was like looking at a version of her she could have been…

"Holy fucking shite."

"Fuck," the other woman simply mutters out again, and Sarah puts a hand over her eyes.

"Wow, Jesus, I'm so sorry."

"No, no, my fault, I…Jesus."

Sarah looked up at her one last time, just to catch a proper glimpse of her face. Yup, they could be twins if they wanted to be.

"I'm…gonna go," she muttered, and she left the bathroom and Sarah alone to collect her thoughts.

Well then. College was certainly going to be one hell of a ride, wasn't it?