Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him-it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at leas...
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The remainder of my days over the next week soar mindlessly, the only way pushing carts and handing keys can make happen. So mindless in fact, that a majority of my time is spent creating internal wagers with myself. Little bets on just how many items from the not allowed list my fellow classmates try to smuggle into their carts.
Nothing says college dorm like toaster and candle contraband.
When I'm not working in the dorm room border patrol, I've spent time collecting supplies and textbooks allowing for ample preparation for my classes. I've even taken the time to walk the campus and find where all my lectures and one lab will be housed. I am determined to not be the clueless freshman the first week of classes.
I've also skirted by on no real interactions with my dad, sans for the second unannounced visit a week ago. He randomly strolled up the sidewalk in front of the dorm hall I was assigned to for the day. I hadn't told him where I would be or when I would be there, so I can only assume one of his spies tipped him off.
He attempted to use a half ass excuse about checking in on his players, but the double take reaction as they came out of their building told me they weren't expecting him either. I watched as one of them barely shuffled his feet across the concrete to make a greeting, the plastic of his slide sandals scraping against the ground with each step. I laughed to myself then, at the fact that he was literally dragging his feet towards my dad to delay the conversation. Apparently I'm not the only one who doesn't look forward to seeing him.
The unannounced encounter accompanied with the unprompted knock at the door to my room right now tells me it's him. There is a barometric shift in the atmosphere happening like a sign that an unwanted spirit has entered the space. I can already feel his presence judging my choice to not brush my hair today through the door. I practically hear him saying, physical appearance is a sign of pride, too Camryn. As if I haven't grown up a female, very aware of societal views of appearance. That's him though, always on, no matter if he's in front of a crowd of a hundred thousand fans or in his own home with his family.
Another not so surprising fact is that it's the first time he has actually been here to my dorm. Even though I've lived here for almost a week at this point and he works less than a mile away. I climb down from my bed to open the door, but not before I twist my hair into a claw clip and throw a t- shirt over my current one, not wanting to have the conversation about how crop tops are socially acceptable for girls my age even though he finds them trashy.
Deep breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, I think before pressing down on the door handle.
My father doesn't wait for me to greet him and instead steps inside my room and presents the reason for his visit. That's one problem with who he is. He always has a million things on his plate, but can't be bothered to prioritize or move at a slower pace. He stands ankles crossed with one hand leaned on my desk, the other snug in his pocket as he turns to face me.
