pair of jeans and insisted I put them on. She threw a peach colored shirt at me. It was big and flowing and cut in at the waist with a puckering of elastic to make it stay in place. I held it up, noticing the sheerness of the fabric.
“No way Katie! Are you kidding me? You can see right through this thing!”
“Jenna, wear it, you’ll look amazing!”
I laughed while grabbing a white and black striped, v-neck shirt from my closet and pulled on my black boots.
She turned from fixing Kaylee’s eyeliner and gasped, “Wow, don’t listen to me, you look hot in that!” She surveyed our little group, “Are we ready?”
We walked toward the elevator with an air of excitement, knowing the Information Fair was already packed with people. To be honest with myself, I needed a crowd to melt into. The attention I got walking around with Katie today had pushed me to my limit. Once we were in the court yard ... I hoped for the chance of an escape.
We followed each other into the elevator. A silence fell over the group once the doors closed. Holli held her hands in front of her, rubbing them back and forth. I wasn’t the only one having anxiety about what to expect. Katie, however, stood with a smile on her face, full of confidence. She was positive this would be a great night. A Memory Maker, she’d called it. I picked at my fingernails, secretly wanting this night to be over.
“Stay with me, don’t let me get lost, okay?” She whispered. I forced a smile, knowing her comment was more for my benefit than hers.
The elevator doors opened to a wall of people holding boxes … I gasped at the sudden feeling of being trapped. Relief washed over me when they parted to let us through. I couldn’t believe how many people were still moving in. I may not know what the hell was going on, but I was a step ahead of these people.
The music from the courtyard floated into the entryway, getting louder as we neared the front doors. The haze of fall did its best to block out the waning daylight. This time of year, even the sun tried to stay out as long as possible, knowing that soon, cold days and nights would take up residency.
The courtyard looked like an outdoor ballroom. White lights hung on trees along the outside perimeters, defining the area beautifully. A constructed canopy of the same type of lights was suspended across a makeshift dance floor where the D.J. was set up.
Elaborately constructed tables were scattered across the open area. The fraternities and sororities were by far the most impressive though, many of them having twinkling lights, small waterfalls and music. One showcased a replica of their house sculpted into ice.
The tables alternated between information tables, food vendors and club tables. Several of them sold university sweatshirts, bags and anything else you could ever want with the school name on it.
“I don’t even know what to look at.” I whispered to Holli. She shook her head. I guess I was doing better than her, I could speak.
Katie took the lead of our group and didn’t appear intimidated in the least bit. She shopped each table and joked with the attendants while asking intelligent questions and challenging the answers she received.
As time passed, the sun gave up its fight and night took over, cooling the breeze. I ran my hands up and down my arms, trying to warm myself.
“This is really stressful,” Katie said with little sigh as she handed me some pamphlets.
“Really? You sound like a natural,” I said, looking at a t-shirt she bought from one of the stands.
“I don’t like talking to these people. It makes me nervous.” I continued to compliment her polished style and her ability to talk about trivial things with strangers until I noticed there was no response from her.
“Hey,” I said waving a hand in front of her face. “What’s the matter with you?” I turned to follow her stare.
Marcus came from around the corner with two other guys. I looked back at Katie – who