Jane The Virgin- College Edition (A Fanfiction)

Chapter One

Jane still remembered her first day of school as a tiny six year old. She had bravely let go of her abuela's hand and was the first kid to step into the classroom, despite her myriad of emotions that ran the gamut from nervousness & paranoia to excitement & anticipation.

She was also the first to get sent to the naughty corner. How could she have known that the sticky substance that came out of the bottle known as glue wasn't something you used to decorate the walls with?

And now, more than a decade after her first day of school, the feelings that had dominated her were making a fierce comeback in the form of hiccups.

She inhaled sharply, then let out her breath slowly. Pushing away the tinge of regret lingering at the forefront of her mind at having convinced her mom & grandmother that she was going to be totally cool with going alone, since they were pretty busy. What she needed most right now really were their soft whispers of reassurances and encouraging hand squeezes.

Her gaze lingered on some seniors who were running into the building from their spots on the wide grassy field & she bit back a smile at the familiar sight. It was the same thing back in high school.

A huge wave of nostalgia hit her hard, almost activating hertear ducts. Ok you've spent like two hours crying silently over your yearbooks, no place for that anymore now. It wasn't like she was Ms Popular or anything remotely close to being one, but she did have a tight circle of good friends who had all taken different paths; and she was the only one who had taken the road less traveled by enrolling in an arts school specializing in creative writing. She knew she would probably end up as a teacher, which she really didn't mind, but she wanted to be able to use her own skills & imagination to create something original with words.

But now that she was one step closer to seeing her dream come true, her other worries took over. What if she couldn't fit in? Not that she haden't before, but these people were insanely talented & the only reason she got in, she was pretty sure, was because her English teacher had a soft spot for her and had written a solid recommendation letter for her. She was afraid she couldn't match up to these people.

'Hello, can I help you? You look a little lost.' A voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

'Oh!' Jane snapped out of her daze. 'Ah, I was just going to head in. I was just... thinking.' she turned to face the brunette who had addressed her. 'It's ah, my first day here.'

'A freshie, I see.' she was grinning widely, making Jane wonder if she was being genuinely friendly or high. It was a possibility- call it a stereotype but it wasn't like artsy fartsy hipster types got called stoners for nothing. Although, the girl standing before her looked nothing like one. But you can never tell. 'Why did you only come in now?'

'We had some issues with the paperwork. I mean, mostly it was my fault, for being indecisive.' Jane admitted. She had taken one too many days to choose between this college & a few other Ivy Leagues which had accepted her. Mostly it was the fear of not being able to make friends and an uncertain career prospects that held her back.

'So... what do you study here?' Jane asked, trying to gear herself up so that she could properly socialize later on.

'Theatre. And contemporary dance as an elective.' she answered cheerfully. 'How about you? You look like a performing arts type.'

'Ah, no.' Jane chuckled. She had two left feet and danced like a white girl even though she wasn't one. (OK, I'll stop with the stereotypes.) 'I'm doing English & creative writing.'

'Oh that's nice. Not many people take that up though.' the brunette rounded a corner & they were now standing in front of an office with double glass doors. 'Just go right through & you'll find Diana with your timetable.'

'Cool, thank you.' Jane felt that perhaps it was just her own mind playing up her fear factor.

'I'm Luisa, by the way. If you need a lunch buddy, just come by the table near the back. I'll be there.' she smiled graciously.

'I will.' Jane felt proud of herself. Was this her first friend? Her preconceived impression was that the bulk of the student population would consist of competitive overachievers who couldn't see past the end of their noses. At least Luisa was genuinely friendly.

Jane took a deep breath and approached the front desk. 

'Hi, um, today's my first day here. I'm Jane Villanueva.' she said.

'Ms Villanueva... yes. Here is your schedule, and your orientation pamphlets. Anything else you'd like to know, you can approach your professors or classmates, ' Diana said, handing Jane a drawstring bag with the school emblem stitched across it. 'Your first class is still half an hour away, so you may explore the grounds for a while before you head for your first class at...Block C, Level Three Classroom 6.' Diana rattled off.

'Thank you.' Jane took the items, making a mental note.

Knowing that her sense of direction was about as good as a headless chicken, she decided to head towards the building so that she would have more time to figure out which direction to take. The single block of building was already bigger than her entire high school. Fortunately there were signs at the end of each hallway which made things a lot easier. Jane decided to check out her locker which was also at Block C in the east wing. 

Then she realised there was a problem.

Albeit, a very hot problem.

Jane was never really good with guys. Not that there wasn't any guy who was interested in her, but there was always that one thing which deterred her from accepting their advances. Which was, well, her virginity. Sooner or later she knew that the issue would come up. But she'd made a commitment to her abuela, to herself and to God that she would save herself for marriage. One thing she tried but failed to grapple with was the fact that girls nowadays thought it was so cool to lose your V card. She swore that she would never be reduced to a typical teenage girl measuring her self worth based on what guys thought of her.

This guy though, was leaning casually onto her locker, chatting to the girl next to him. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans, & she could see his bright smile & perfectly symmetrical features even from a distance. And he seemed like that kind of guy which girl had to try to impress.

'Um, hi.' Jane blurted out as she approached them.

OK, they probably didn't hear me, Jane thought as she cleared her throat. 'Uh, he-'

'Can't you see we're talking?' The strikingly gorgeous blonde girl said curtly. She didn't even have to glare. Her piercing blue eyes already did the trick & Jane felt herself shrink.

'It's ok, Petra.' The guy said coolly. 'Do you need something?' he asked.

She felt her throat clam up and coughed awkwardly. 'Ah, you're kind of standing at my locker.' her voice came out in a husky whisper. So not sexy.

'Oops, sorry. ' he stepped aside gracefully.

'Thanks.' Jane felt herself smiling widely for no reason at all.

Maybe it was the blonde's judgemental stare or the guy's calm compliance, but Jane let the words slip out of her mouth.

'My name's Jane.' she looked him squarely in the eye, a strange feeling washing over her. 'And you are?' 

A/N: please vote & comment if you liked this chapter or I would consider discontinuing it.  Thanks!