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 sit my mug back down. No matter how many times I blow before I take a sip, it's still too scolding to actually drink. I was doing it more to have something to busy myself with. To gather my thoughts before Taylor said anything else to me, since he obviously isn't leaving anytime soon. Not that he asked if I was okay with him staying. I'm not okay with it, but I'm not not okay with it. I watch him as he's sitting across from me, a large hand wrapped around that mug, the other arm slung up over the back of the booth. He's eyeing me like he wants something.
"So tell me about yourself Miss Quinn," Taylor says, breaking the silence.
"Why?" is what I picture myself asking, but it oddly comes out sounding more like, "Why would you want to know anything about me?"
"Well considering I spend more time with you than I usually do with girls, I think I could go off course a little. Would it be such a bad thing if I knew more about you besides your name?" He fires back his brows separated and raised upward on his forehead, a challenge.
"If this is you trying to 'take me to dinner first'," I say, adding air quotes around the dinner comment. "Let me go ahead and tell you I am not interested."
Taylor isn't hitting on me, at least I don't think so. But this nice guy act has ulterior motives, I can feel it. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least the tiniest bit disappointed in that fact. But the last time a guy wanted to get to know me it was the first therapist my dad sent me to. And he only wanted to get to know me because he was being paid a hundred dollars an hour to dig deep into my psyche. To make me talk about all of my issues until he found the root of all the evil in my life. We only lasted two dates before I had to dump him. It's not you, it's me, was never more accurate, considering all of his comments somehow insinuated that all of my actions were bound to be repeated rather than actually attempting to help me heal. No wonder my father seemed so scorned when I refused to go back.
It's always been easier to just keep people at surface level. A form of self protection I keep in place at all times, like a blanket over my barbed wire wrapped soul. Threatening to stab anyone who gets too close or threatens to disturb the equilibrium.
"I am capable of not having sex with every girl I meet, Capt. But I am glad to know that you think so highly of me. I'm actually trying to get to know you, okay?" Taylor answers, but it comes out almost like a plea.
Gabi's voice rings in the back of my head telling me that I don't have to change who I am overnight. Like with Alyssa, it's a marathon, not a sprint. I can move this one inch at a time. Taylor does have a point, though. I like to act like we're all business at the tutor center, but with someone like him that is virtually impossible. His attention span is shorter than a child's, his curiosity almost mirroring one as well.
"Twenty questions," I offer. Chalking it up to this whole ridiculous night, leaving me willing to put myself out there.
"Man, brings back some good memories. Haven't played that since middle school when I would use it as a way to ask the girl I liked if she liked me back," he says with a snort, pulling his mug to his mouth and taking a sip.
