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'm watching highlight videos of Nora's games so far this season. I have to keep swiping up on the screen every few minutes when a new message arrives from Cal and Shawn asking where I'm at. The post-game celebration is continuing, until the early morning hours no doubt, for a game that I once played errand boy for instead of tight end.
I stand to leave anyway, having been here for hours now. My Facetime with my mom and sister ended at least an hour ago, but I couldn't seem to leave. I wasn't ready to go face the guys after seeing my mom. She thought she could lie to me and pretend that she's feeling fine, but after a week of treatment there was no hiding.
Nora called her out immediately, too. It's her most annoying quality that I've never been more thankful for. Nora made sure to inform me that my mom has been bedridden after every treatment, and hasn't been able to keep much food down. I could have already guessed that though, just from looking at her. Her features were puffy and dull. Her body is obviously already inflamed and holding on to extra fluid to cope.
I promised to mail them some of the electrolyte mix I use at the training facility. They pump them into before games to keep us hydrated and our muscles loose. They should work well for my mom too. The call had ended with tears in my mom and sister's eyes, and I was once again forced to pretend that I'm fine with it all.
I finally stand and gather my ticket before heading to the register that is housed just to the right of the entrance. The bell hanging over the door rings. Harry's is open twenty four hours, but I find it hard to believe that students are already seeking out their late night drunk meal. My curiosity gets the best of me, sending my eyes glancing over my shoulder as I step to the side to make room for whoever to come through.
Harry's is a seat yourself kind of place, so the girl walks in and heads straight towards an open table. I didn't know girls went places alone at night. Usually they prefer to travel in packs of at least twenty. She especially shouldn't be walking alone dressed like that. Her jeans are painted on with strips of skin peeking through slits in the thighs and knees. The tight material of her tank top is cropped to perfection, showing off a toned stomach and a perfect amount of cleavage. The straps of something black and made of lace run alongside the green straps of the tank top. It makes me want to inspect her further, to find out what exactly, is hiding underneath.
She's locked in to her phone, so I can't see her face. It doesn't matter. Her body tells me all I need to know It would make my life easier, and give me an actual excuse not to go find my friends at some bar. I settle my bill and quickly retreat back to my table, the one the girl has now occupied.
As I approach her, I catch her profile. It's familiar, and my curiosity grows, but for a different reason.
I had no idea that someone with as much pride as her could show off that much skin, let alone in public. I pictured her as more of a prude, especially considering before every session she makes me recite what she calls the tutoring mission statement. She claims it's a school wide policy, but I know she made it up herself. I think she made it up for herself as a way to try and take the upper hand from the start of our sessions.
