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 thought the few times I had been here when he had people over were too crowded, but Cal is going for a record tonight. He has somehow managed to fit over fifty people into an eight hundred square foot apartment, four hundred of which are bedrooms, and off limits to partygoers. Lucky for me, I have managed to not run into him in the thirty minutes I've already been here.
To my surprise Cal and his roommate have made some improvements since my last visit as well. There is now a makeshift bar built in the corner of the room that wasn't here before. The top is just a folding plastic table, but instead of its legs the bar top is being held up by cases of Busch Light stacked together in a block U shape. Lights strung across the front resemble mini red solo cups and a sign on the right reading "Tits Only" as the form of payment. Classy, impressive really that someone potentially wasted their remaining brain cells to formulate this.
I've managed to speak too soon as I watch a group of people gather around the bar and pour their own round. Someone walks into my line of sight and I make contact with a pair of eyes I was hoping I wouldn't see. "Shit" I mumble under my breath and hide my face behind my hand hoping it will make me invisible.
"Hey Sis, did you just get here?" Cal asks as he throws his arm around my shoulder. The mixture of beer and liquor on his breath is enough to paralyze a horse. I exhale big, but regret it because now I don't have any clean air to breathe in.
"Uh, a few minutes ago, yeah."I say, trying to be polite.
"Everyone meet Ryn. Ryn meet, well everyone" Cal announces to the group and pushes me forward to center stage, not bothering with any names. I scan the group to see it filled with guys I assume are on the football team with my brother based on the sheer size of them mixed with a few girls that probably own several items embroidered with varying greek letters that make no sense to anyone, but they live by them.
"Hi." I say awkwardly with my hands pushed deep into the pockets of my denim pants, suddenly I feel so exposed, practically stripped naked.
"So this is the girl that has our boy pussy whipped?" A profusely sweating guy says.
"Don't be fucking weird dude this is my sister." Cal quickly corrects his friend.
"Well then you won't mind if I pour her a drink right now." One of the other equally large men says.
Another body enters the group, towering behind the group of girls, resting his hands on the shoulders of one of them. His eyes find mine almost instinctively, but he stays silent. I look away quickly, not wanting to let Taylor get to me while I'm vulnerable.
"Don't fucking think about it. Ryn is off limits. Besides, none of you would make the cut. Ryn is into a different breed" Cal says.
"You can just say lesbian Cal, it's the twenty-first century." The girl underneath Taylor's hands says.
