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 woken up by the sound of sirens outside. My first thought is to find a way to silence them by writing a letter to the siren creators to inform them that they are entirely too loud. My second thought is about how awful my mouth tastes. I feel as if I have swallowed a whole bag of cotton balls but not before they were soaked in something sour and then set on fire and then placed into my mouth to be extinguished. The process transferred the burnt sour acid onto my tongue before then drying out again and stripping my throat of all moisture. I pull my blanket even higher over my head trying to drown out the light from the window above my bed hoping to fall back asleep for at least six more hours.
I smell the faint scent of pine and patchouli on my blanket. It reminds me of Taylor and the way he smells freshly showered after practice. I can picture him as he walks across the room in McGregor, slicking his wet hair back and tucking it behind his ears before asking me, "What's new, Capt.?"
I'm amazed that his scent would still be on me over a day later. But why would it even be on me? I make sure to keep a clear socially acceptable distance of six feet between us at all times. My eyes spring open with realization hits. Images from the night before come flooding into my mind.
Me, drunk, using the railing on Taylor's porch as a balance beam to reenact my missed calling as an Olympic gymnast while yelling his name. But only after I had begged the homeless man outside of the Brew Mart to buy me a bottle of cheap vodka by offering to buy him three in return. It was only then, one brown paper bag of my own in hand and thirty dollars lighter that I set out on foot. Not knowing where I was going to go, just knowing that I really didn't want to feel. I found myself turning left onto Lane and then right onto Waldeck stopping in front of the third house on the right.
I sit up on my elbows slowly trying to let my surroundings come into focus while also trying not to disturb anyone else who may or may not be in the room. Upon initial scan, I am in fact not in my room, but I'm also not in a room I recognize. It's sparsely furnished with the essentials, a bed, dresser, a desk, and a bookshelf doubling as a bedside table.
I see my phone and keys sitting on the shelf beside the bed and right below it on the floor, a pile of blankets and a pillow that seem deserted. I give my best sloth impersonation and grab my phone with little disturbance to the silence otherwise filling the room. I check the time, 6:04 am? God, I forgot how early I wake up when I drink. I also have a notification for an unread message.
Taylor Reed: Went to lift in case you wake up before I'm back. I have my own bathroom across the hall check under the sink for supplies and borrow anything you need.
I sit up fully uncovering myself and letting my legs dangle off the side of the bed. I'm still fully clothed in last night's outfit sans my sweatshirt that I can see slung over the back of his desk chair. So at least I know things didn't get too carried away. Sliding off the bed, I stab a toe into the pile of blankets just to be sure there isn't anyone else in here. I leap over them once I'm sure, and head for the door.
