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'm watching highlight videos online from Nora's games so far this season, 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 Waterboy for instead of tight end.
I stand to leave anyways, having been here for hours now, my Facetime with my mom and sister ended at least an hour ago, but I stayed anyway. I wasn't ready to go face the guys after seeing her. My mom has finished a week of treatment and thought she could lie to me, that she has been feeling fine. Nora, however, called her out immediately. 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 tell that just from looking at her, her body looked a little puffy and swollen, a sign that her body has already started to inflame, holding onto any fluid she is able to keep down.
I told Nora I would mail them some of the electrolytes from the training facility. They pump them into us during camp and the hotter season games, they should work well for my mom too. The call had ended with tears in all of our eyes, and I was once again forced to pretend that I'm fine with it all.
I walk over to the register off to the right of the entrance to pay, the bell hanging over the door ringing in my ears. Harry's is open twenty four hours, but I find it hard to believe that students are already seeking out drunk food. My curiosity gets the best of me, sending my eyes glancing over my shoulder.
A girl is walking in, her head down so I can't see her face. I didn't know girls went places alone at night, usually preferring to travel in packs of at least twenty. I especially didn't think girls walked around alone when they are wearing clothes like that. Her jeans are so tight they look painted on, strips of skin peeking through slits in the thighs and knees. What catches my eye, however, is the tight tank top showing off a toned stomach, and hugging her breasts perfectly. The perfect amount of cleavage poking out the top, leaving me curious. I inspect her more closely, seeing the straps of something black and lacey run alongside the green straps of the tank top. My mind, and dick begin to relish the image of what is hiding underneath.
She's looking down at her phone so I can't see her face, but I don't need to. Her body tells me all I need to know. I turn completely now, ready to make my move. It would make my life easier, not having to find a girl at whatever bar the guys are at.
The girl however moved quickly, passing me and walking in the opposite direction towards a booth at the back of the diner. It's when she passes me that I catch her profile, one that I already know. My curiosity just grew for a completely 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, a way to try and take the upper hand as soon as she walks in.
