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 lea...
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I've somehow already lost myself in the mere weeks I've been in college. Classes haven't even begun yet, so I don't think I can blame it on an identity crisis brought on by a philosophy course or sole searching after sampling a Tai Chi class.
Cal has called me almost every day, even inviting me to have dinner with him on the evenings he isn't stuck inside the football training facility. I assumed his invitation meant cooking at his apartment, but each time he has mooched off my meal plan opting for campus style dining instead even though he has access to the cafeteria at the training facility.
Dinner with just the two of us has been abnormally nice, though. Each meal seems to be easing us towards being almost close enough to almost resemble how we use to treat each other. Slipping back into the easy sibling banter and taking an interest in the other's life.
While my identity continues to be murky, Cal has apparently found himself in our short weeks on campus. At our first dinner, he announced a newfound pact to look after me like all big brothers should do. I only mildly showed my disinterest in this, reminding him that I am in fact two minutes older than him. He can be sweet when he wants to be, and I assume this is his new prerogative.
I would find it more appealing if each time we've been together didn't end the same way. I announce my departure and he extends an offer to join him and his friends for whatever they plan to do that night. Which almost always involves copious amounts of alcohol and a crowded environment.
His tagline is always the same, don't be lame! I would almost be proud of the ambush tactic, if it didn't leave me vulnerable and inevitably shaking my head in a no, while my mouth says yes.
Cal feels like his mission is accomplished, but I'm left feeling invisible. An internal battle waging on in my mind every time like a constant reminder that I'm the boring twin and can't regulate myself in a social setting. I wish I could compartmentalize like my brother, maybe then I could enjoy myself more. That is, after all, what I promised myself I would do once I moved out.
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I sneak in behind a group of guys leaving the building as I'm attempting to enter. I move so quickly I'm not sure they even realize I had passed them. But as I stand in front of Callan's door trying to build the courage to open it, I wish one of them would have, just in case I need someone to identify me if I somehow go missing. I need someone to see my picture on the news and call in an anonymous tip.
Yes I saw her on the evening of Saturday August 9th. I can't tell you what she was wearing, but I can tell you her resting bitch face was unforgettable!
I don't knock, instead I slip inside hopefully going unnoticed by anyone in attendance. Cal's living room looks the exact same way it has every time I've been here in the last few weeks. Except this time the faux leather couch is being pushed past its weight limit by at least twenty people in various stages of nudity and alcohol poisoning. Another slew of college students crowd around the makeshift beer pong table in the far left corner with the spectators spilling into and on the kitchen island.
