Before college started, there was a welcome week to help everyone settle in. Zed and I had signed up for the music club on our first day, before heading home to have some dinner before the party that evening.

I'd banned Zed from the bedroom whilst I got ready for the party, as I knew he would be a distraction. Missing having girlfriends around, I had Phee on Skype for moral support when it came to choosing an outfit.

'So what are the options?' She asked, leaning back in her armchair on the screen.

'Well this is outfit number one.' I appeared in shot of the built-in webcam and gave a twirl. I was wearing denim hotpants, a black vest and a white lace kimono.

Phee didn't say anything for a moment. 'Got it! Next outfit?'

'Got what?' I laughed, disappearing off the camera.

'I'm print screening each outfit to help me decide.' I knew she was grinning from the tone of her voice. Man, it sucked not having any girlfriends around here. Maybe joining a sorority wouldn't be so bad after all.

I threw on outfit number two; a leather-look skater skirt, black off-the-shoulder top and short boots. 'Outfit number two.'

'Ooh I quite like that one. Nice edge to it. Got it! Next?'

My last outfit choice was a pair of high-waisted jeans and a lace crop top, with some wedges.

'Hmmm.' Phee seemed thoughtful as I sat back down in front of the webcam. 'What sort of party is it?'

'Well it's just a welcome party before freshers week next week. There's loads of theme parties then.' I replied. 'I think dresscode tonight is casual.'

'But you don't want to be too casual. Just enough edge.' Phee stroked her imaginary beard, making me laugh. 'Yves!'

'Don't ask a guy's opinion on this!' My cheeks flushed with embarassment.

'Well hey, you want to impress your fiance right?' She grinned.

'What's up honey? Is the baby okay?' Yves walked in shot looking worried, towel-drying his hair.

'Which outfit should Sky wear to her college party tonight?'

'Oh.' He breathed a sigh of relief, before looking at his and Phee's webcam. 'Hey, Sky. Why aren't you asking my brother?'

'Because you can't let your other-half see you before you go out! It ruins the WOW effect!' Phee explained, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

'The WOW effect?' He laughed in response.

'When you gawp because your girlfriend, fiancee or wife walk in looking dressed up for a night out.'

'Oh right!' He nodded. 'That WOW effect.'

'Guys!' I laughed, cutting in. 'Zed's going to think I've died if I don't emerge soon.'

'Okay, sorry.' Yves apologised. 'Let's see the outfits.'

'Aren't you glad I print-screened them now?' Phee smiled.

'Hmm right.' A look of concentration went over his face. 'To be honest, Zed would like any of these. You are his soulfinder.'

'Not helpful.' Phee swatted him in the arm. 'Which one would he like the best?'

'Ouch, honey.' He rubbed his arm, sarcastically. 'I think the black skirt and black top. You'll look like Sandy from Grease.'

'Hair?' I asked, touching my loose blonde curls.

'How it is. Zed loves it like that. Believe me, he thinks about it enough.' Yves rolled his eyes, making me laugh.

'Thanks.' I smiled. 'That's easy.'

'Have a great time!' Phee smiled. 'Make lots of new friends.'

'I will. Thanks for your help Phee, and Yves. Speak to you guys soon. Bye!'

'Bye!'

By half-past eight, I was ready to go. I'd put on a little mascara and eyeliner, but hadn't gone over the top. I'd left my hair down, how Zed liked it, and I'd decided to take a red blazer to add a splash of colour. I slipped on my boots, checked my appearance once more, and then headed out the door into the living room.

I walked in just as Catelyn Stark's throat was slit. 'Oh my god!'

Zed paused Game of Thrones and turned to face me. 'Hey beautiful.' He eyed me up and his mouth made an 'o' shape. 'Wow, you look hot.'

'Really?' I grinned as he stood up and walked over to me.

'Can we just stay here?' He purred, kissing my neck. Goosebumps spread across my skin.

'As much as I'd love to, we need to make some friends.' I kissed him on the lips, before pulling away. 'And by the way, why are you watching Game of Thrones without me?'

'Sorry.' He apologised. 'Though your reaction then was priceless!'

'There aren't going to be any Starks left!' I cried out.

'Come on, we'll watch the rest later.' He turned off the TV and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 'I've got to go and show you off to the rest of Vancouver.'

The taxi driver had no problem finding the Student Union that night; he said he'd already taken a lot of students down there for the party. He also warned us that lots of them had been drinking before going out. I completely forgot that the drinking age was 19 in Canada- we might actually be able to have a drink!

When we arrived, the party was in full-swing. The Student Union was pretty big. The ground floor was a large open space with a few sofas and armchairs scattered around the edge. To the left was a huge bar, surrounded by drinking students, and a DJ booth was sat up beside it.

'There's booths and more seats upstairs.' A student shouted, walking past us, flicking her black hair as she passed.

Shall we resort to talking like this? Zed laughed as he steered me towards the bar. Come on, I'll buy us both a drink.

'Hey welcome to Bar Fresh.' A tall girl with long legs and in-your-face cleavage shouted as we walked over. She ignored me, staring at Zed; ah, the disadvantages of having a gorgeous fiance. 'What can I get you?'

I'll have a beer.

He raised an eyebrow, before turning his attention back to Long Legs. 'Two beers.'

She removed the lids before passing us the bottles. 'Three dollars.'

Zed handed her the exact amount and she disappeared off to serve the next guys, adjusting her breasts as she went. Gross. My fiance passed me my bottle and clinked his against it.

Cheers.

Cheers. I looked around at the people dancing. How are you supposed to socialise when it's this noisy?

Shall we head upstairs? He nodded to the stairs.

Sure. I grabbed his hand tightly and pulled him up the stairs after me.

It was a little quieter on the first floor. There were booths, sofas and chairs spread about in groups, as well as two pool tables. There was also another bar, which was a lot smaller than the one downstairs.

I looked around nervously, for some people that looked friendly enough to join. Then a group of girls waved me over. I looked over at Zed who nodded.

I'll be right here. He smiled with encouragement.

There were three girls in the group; two of them looked a lot older, and one looked like a fresher, about my age. The two older girls had light brown hair and the younger had black hair. They were all wearing denim shorts.

'Hey.' They chorused as I reached them.

'Hey.' I smiled. 'I'm Sky.'

'Love your name!' One of the brunettes said. 'I'm Rose.' She introduced me to the other brunette.' This is Taylor.' And then the black-haired girl. 'And this is Carla.'

'Hey.' The other girls smiled.

'Your outfit is totally awesome.' Carla smiled. 'So rock chick.'

'Thanks.' I blushed. 'I love the shorts.'

Rose laughed. 'We're in the Alpha Phi sorority. This is what we wear for fresher's week.'

'I'm not part of the sorority yet.' Carla said. 'But I'm hoping to be. My mama was a Alpha Phi here.'

'Oh cool!' I smiled.

'We have sign-ups next week if you're interested.' Taylor said. 'You look like you'd fit right into our sisterhood.'

I do? They were wearing denim shorts and cute tops? I was wearing all black? Was it my bambi eyes?

'Come on, let's go get a drink!' Carla smiled. She pulled me away to the bar.

I was introduced to the rest of the Alpha Phi girls at the party and everyone was lovely. I did notice, however, that they weren't drinking much so I made sure to slow the pace down to fit in. Zed checked in on me a few times, but he seemed to be having fun drinking with some of the fresher guys by the bar.

'We'd better head off. We need to go shopping tomorrow for the party next week.' Taylor told Rose later that night.

'How could I forget!' She turned to Carla and I. 'Hopefully see you at recruitment? The house is open all week. Just pop in and sign up.'

'Great!' Carla grinned. Rose and Taylor hugged both of us before disappearing through the crowd. 'I hope you've done your research. You won't get in without knowing about the history.'

'Oh.'

'Just look at the website. It says plenty.' She smiled before walking off.

I wasn't sure what to think of Carla, she made my stomach feel a little uneasy for some reason.

'Shall we head home beautiful?'

I turned around to see Zed stood by me, his pupils big from drinking. 'Okay, come on then drunkard.'

I found out the next day that my extremely hungover boyfriend had been drinking a fraternity under the table the previous night. He'd been in such a state the night before that he had fallen asleep snoring, instead of making love (as he had babbled on about). I couldn't help but laugh. Fresher's week was coming up- how would he cope then?

Whilst Zed was in our blacked out bedroom groaning, I decided I would head into the shopping centre and drop in some CVs for a part-time job. I knew it would take ages to save for a wedding, so this seemed like the perfect time to make a start. There weren't many jobs about; a few cafes wanted waitresses and then I filled in some applications for Hollister and a few no-chain clothes shops.

'Sky!' A voice called out.

I turned in the direction and smiled. 'Hi Taylor, hi Rose. How are you two?'

'We're great!' Rose replied.

'What are you doing here by yourself?' Taylor asked, looking at the envelopes in my hand.

'Applying for a part-time job.' I replied with a smile.

'Oooh productive, I like it.' Rose smiled. 'At Alpha Phi we like productive girls.'

'Really? Well that's good.'

'Rose! Taylor!' An asian girl called out from across the mall.

'We'd better go.' Taylor excused them. 'See you at registration?'

Signing up for a sorority was weird. The house was beautiful and reminded me of the one Sally and Simon had bought out of the city, only much bigger. The whole of the inside was painted white and had light wooden floors. The decor was red, matching the sorority colours (yes I had decided to do my research).

I headed into the living room, realising I was clearly the first to turn up. Other than eager Clara, who was sat with her hands in her lap across the room from me. She didn't make any eye contact. That was when I spotted something I didn't expect to see.

On the coffee table, in front of Rose and Taylor, a spoon was dancing inside the coffee cup, stirring it in. The only thing was, no one was touching it. The spoon appeared to be moving by itself...