It's a 4 hour and 33 minute drive from Pittsburgh to the University of Delaware. Orientation starts tomorrow, meaning I have tonight to get settled before my new life really gets started. When I get to UD, I'm relieved to see that I'm not the only one that's nervous. Tons of other girls and guys are looking shy, moving to hide their ID Bands before remembering they can't. I see some Dominant Heterosexual guys perched out by the girls' dorms, checking out the submissive as they pass.
'Great' I think to myself. 'Just what I needed.'
One guy in particular, who is no more than 18 by the way he acts and how he keeps showing off his ID Band, says the exact same line over and over again to every Submissive Heterosexual girl. Most just duck their heads like good little subs, while other classifications roll their eyes. As I pass him, he continues, this time whistling, something done about every fifth girl, and says, "Damn, baby you got some curves. Why don't you come by my place later? I'll give you a proper introduction." I roll my eyes, the first Submissive Heterosexual to do so apparently, because he grabs my arm and spins me around, knocking my boxes out of my hands. He pushes me up against the wall and looks down at me. "What? You think you're better than me or something?"
Sighing, I tell him, "No, it's just confusing why a guy thinks that saying the same line over and over again is going to get a different reaction from somebody. It's the definition of insanity."
"Oh-ho," he says, chuckling and looking back at his friends. "You one of those Bedroom Subs?"
Bedroom Subs is the term many people use to describe girls who are only submissive in the bedroom.
"Yeah. And?"
He grabs my chin roughly, saying, "Oh, well we can fix that real quick."
"In your dreams perv."
He slaps me, then smiles, like I'm into that. He gets ready to hit me again, but a hand comes and grabs his wrist from behind.
"Can't you see she's not into you, moron?" Asks a deep and gravely voice. The voice strums along my nerves in a weird and exciting way. Not daring to take my eyes off the 'moron' as the voice so kindly put it, I listen to the voice some more as it says to leave, and not to come after me again. The guy, suddenly white-faced, drops his hand and walks away. "Hold it," the voice says, I still can't take my eyes off the other guy. "Pick up her stuff." When the other guy doesn't move, the voice adds, "Now," in a quiet and dangerous tone. The guy comes over quickly and picks up my things, even going as far as to hand them to me. Then he walks away again. I'm about to say thanks to the voice, but when I turn to finally see what he looks like, he's gone.
Shaking my head, I keep going and go to my dorm. Roommates were banned when the War was over and everybody became Sensationalists, since people like to be uninterrupted when with their partners. My dorm is small, just large enough for a full-size bed, a desk, a closet, and a bathroom. The bathroom alone takes up about a quarter of the dorm. The regular twin-size beds were switched out with the full-size ones about five years ago, to make "fraternizing" with partners easier.
'I'll have to do some remodeling.' I think to myself before setting down the boxes and heading to get more.
The dorm is a rectangular shape, the two side walls longer than the end walls, which makes the room only about eight feet wide. The door to the dorm opens to the living space. The bed is in the middle of the room, with a desk on the right wall. To the left of the door is the bathroom, followed by the door to the little wall-in closet just after. The doors are on a small little section of wall, creating a small, 5ft. long hallway. When you continue into the dorm, and turn around to face the door, you see the wall that separates the walk-in closet from the rest of the area. After measuring, I find that the room in total is 16x8ft, including the closet and bathroom area. The doorway is
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Three hours later, I'm finally done moving things around. The bed now takes up the back part of the room. Being 6ft long, it takes up all but 2 of the 8 ft wide area in the back of the room. I haven't decided what to put there yet. The bed's four foot width takes up 4 of the remaining 9ft. in length of the dorm, 7 already taken up by the bathroom (5ft wide and 6ft long) and the closet (2ft wide and 6ft long).
I chose to keep the colors pretty neutral, so that it will be easier if I decide to change things around later on. I have a grey blanket covering the bed, with white, black, and grey pillows.
I went to Walmart earlier and got a 3x3 cube white storage shelf thing, so now I have a dresser that doubles as a place to put my TV. It sits against the wall of the closet, so that when you walk into the dorm and take an immediate left, there it is. Just beside it sits my black desk, which frees up a bunch of space in the dorm. To go with it is a grey office chair, with enough lumbar support that I can sit there for hours and not be fazed. The desk and dresser take up another foot in length of the room, making it perfect for my area rug.
Dominating the area is a large black medallion area rug, warm and soft compared to the cold hardwood floors. It's 4ft long, taking the last remaining space lengthwise, stretching from just under my bed to just before my desk chair. It's 7ft wide, so it's not completely covering the entire floor. I have a two foot long white cube "storage organizer"like my dresser that I'm using as my bedside table. On the other side of the room, directly across from my bedside table, are my mini fridge and microwave that my mother and Cleo got me as birthday/going away presents.
It isn't long before I fall asleep, strangely finding myself dreaming about a deep and gravelly voice that strums along my nerves.