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 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 nine hundred square foot apartment, four hundred of which are bedrooms, and off limits to partygoers. Lucky for me though, I have managed to seamlessly blend into the mob of people and haven't run into my brother the entire thirty minutes I've been here.
To my surprise, Cal and his roommate have made some improvements to their space as well. A makeshift bar is now housed 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 illuminate a hand written sign reading "Tits Only" as the form of payment. It's 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. As they collectively bend their bodies to do a no handed shot off the surface, my brother's face pops into the clearing.
"Shit!" I quickly bring my hands to cover my face, hoping that the skin on them has magically sprouted into the color changing scales of a chameleon, hiding me in plain sight.
"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.
He uses the grip around my neck to control my movements, shifting me closer to the gorup he just came from. "Everyone meet Ryn. Ryn meet, well everyone," Cal announces as he pushes me forward to center stage. He doesn't bother giving any of their names, not that I care to hear them, but at least the moment might not be so awkward. I scan the group to see it filled with guys I assume are also members of the football team based on their sizes, mixed with a few girls that probably own several items embroidered with varying Greek letters.
"Hi," I say awkwardly, as I push my hands deep into the pockets of my denim pants. I'm struck with an overwhelming feeling like I'm naked in public, or at the very least forgot to put on deodorant and everyone can smell me.
"So this is the girl that has our boy pussy whipped?" A profusely sweating guy slurs.
"Don't be fucking weird dude this is my sister," Cal quickly corrects his friend.
"In that case, can I get you a drink?" 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.I also hold my arms to my body a little more tightly in case I actually do smell.
