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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"There's my superstar!" a familiar voice calls in the distance.
I lean my phone up against the empty ceramic mug already waiting on the table when the waitress seated me. My whole family is crammed together around the kitchen table back at home. My mom, grandparents and Nora fused into one, making sure no one is left out of the small frame, or that their voice goes unheard.
"It was just a team scrimmage, and I didn't even play. Not much of a superstar today mama." I say just as my mom swats her hand in the camera and mumbles nonsense. Before continuing into a tangent asking for an update about my personal life, as if she hasn't texted me all of these questions already, and as if I haven't already answered them. But she wants to hear them again, directly from the source. I shake my head and ignore her by lifting my head and scanning the room. Harry's is busier than I expected considering it's hidden from the traffic of High Street, but it's the best food in town so I can't say I'm too surprised that my secret spot is slowly being discovered by others.
The short brunette that showed me to my booth returns and brushes her hand against mine as she hands me a menu. "It's good to see you again, Taylor" I shoot a wink in her direction. I've been here a lot, but I don't recognize her so I will just have to take her word and pretend I know that we've met before. She turns on the heels of her black shoes, the material of her pants hugging her swaying ass as she walks away from me. That little move is enough to make me want to see what time she gets off, I could use a little release.
I'm snapped out of the trance when my mom asks, "So how is rehab really going? You had worry written all over your face when they showed you on the sidelines. Is it your classes? You're taking harder classes this year, are you keeping up with your schedule?"
"I missed you too mama" I snort.
"We haven't had much of a chance to talk you know, with your schedule and all ... and a mama has to worry! It's our only real job in life. " she says, shrugging her shoulders.
The rest of my family has resorted to having a side conversation over top of my mother's head, probably complaining about the way my mom has hogged the entire call. An argument that will make itself known in about two minutes, just like it does every time they call. I should start assigning time slots to avoid the bickering. My mom, however, ignores them and continues to smile. I can't help but smile myself. I never realize how much I miss her until she's back in front of me. I thought that coming back to school this year would be easier, having done it twice now and knowing what to expect, but I was wrong. My chest feels heavy, the type of ache that only comes from missing them, seeing them through a screen, but not knowing when I'll actually see them in person again.
"I know I know, rehab is good, the knee is getting stronger every day. Dr. Kramer thinks I will be ready to start practicing with the team in a few weeks and hopefully playing again by October. Cal Quinn is the real deal, exactly what our team was missing last year. Today was just the start too, we weren't even running our best plays. Just wait until conference action" I say before thanking the waitress for the water she sat in front of me.
