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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I've somehow lost myself already 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 doesn't have practice. I assumed that meant cooking at his apartment, but each time he has mooched off my meal plan opting for campus style dining instead. Dinner with just the two of us has been abnormally nice. Easing towards being almost close enough to resemble what it used to look like and how we would act with one another. Slipping back into the easy sibling banter and taking an interest in the other's life.
Cal has apparently found himself in our short weeks on campus though. He's offered to look out for me, to take his role as my big brother seriously. How sweet of my dear brother to treat me like a child even though I am the exact same age as him. I'm actually two minutes older if we want to get into the technicalities.
The gesture quickly ends however, when each dinner begins to wind down. Each one has ended with an invitation to join him later in the evening, to tag along with whatever he and his friends are doing that night. His tagline is always the same, don't be boring! 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. An internal war of no longer wanting to live up to my label of the boring one. Although, the negotiations always serve as a constant reminder that I'm the twin who can't regulate herself in social settings. Once again making me feel invisible to Cal, like my history isn't there. That my problems should just be ignored and move on as if nothing happened to make me feel this way in the first place.
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I snuck in behind a group of guys leaving the building as I was attempting to enter. I moved so quickly I'm not sure they even realized I had passed them. But now that I stand in front of Callan's door, I wish one of them would have. To have someone to identify me if I somehow go missing after this. 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. 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.
Callan insisted I come tonight, selling me with the fact that the gathering was at his house and not somewhere unfamiliar. He and his friends have a rotating schedule of social events, all with the same basic agenda. Pregame at someone's house with the essentials: beer, music, and women and then go out to some bar or club.
