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 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 wrap a large hand 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 Cap," Taylor says, breaking the silence.
I grumble at the nickname he's thrust on me without my permission. I've never asked where it came from because I'm scared to know. The truth might send me into a frenzy, and I'm trying to avoid unwanted attention.
"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 with brows separated.
"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'm 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. The last time a guy wanted to get to know me it was the first therapist my dad sent me to. 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 dad 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. It's purely a line of defense against anyone who gets too close or threatens to disturb the equilibrium.
"I am capable of not having sex with every girl I meet, Cap. Good to know you think so highly of me." He takes a sip of his coffee, the next part comes out sounding like a plea."I'm actually trying to get to know you, okay?"
Gabi's voice rings in the back of my head telling me 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. I'd never admit it, but Taylor does have a point. I like to act like we're all business at the tutor center. It's virtually impossible with someone like him. He has the attention span of a goldfish and the curiosity of a child.
"Twenty questions," I offer, trying not to sound too surprised as I do. I'm just chalking it up to this whole ridiculous night leaving me willing to put myself out there.
