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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Taylor and I haven't discussed the Dark Day or the events that followed. We haven't even really seen one another due to the fact that he's finally practicing with the team again. When he's not in class he's at the training facility and all of our sessions this week have been canceled because of it too. I wanted to argue that it wasn't smart for him to start this now, giving up on the other aspects of his life now that football is almost within reach again. He almost has what he wants, but trying to argue the importance of anything above football is like arguing with a brick wall, completely pointless. We have however texted, meaningless messages in the forms of funny pictures or videos that we find online. It's nothing special, nothing of value to be found within the messages. It only leaves me even more confused with his motives. He isn't the type to text consistently, or frequently, with someone he isn't trying to have sex with. Not that his communication to me has been anything groundbreaking, but it has to mean something, right? Regardless, he is my brick wall in this situation. I feel like I've been searching for a hidden message etched into the stones, one that probably isn't even there.
Not all relationships in my life are as stagnant, however. Alyssa and I broke new ground when I learned that she is practically dating Taylor's roommate, Anderson. I now have an insight into the innermost workings of Taylor's life, his routine, and how I somehow might fit into it. In return, Alyssa demanded I fill her. Her argument was that she needed to find her angle on the assignment. She's a journalist in training and I'm desperate enough to need a new perspective on the situation.
I spared her the more gruesome details about my past life, and stuck to the few instances that Taylor and I have found ourselves alone. I made sure to focus on the new level of vulnerability that had been reached each time, at least on my behalf. But even then, her opinion was inconclusive, noting that if Taylor wasn't making a move on me he probably just sees me as a friend. A conclusion I had already found on my own. Alyssa was good for one tip however, to keep doing what we've been doing. She insisted there is obviously something about our interactions that keeps both of us invested and coming back for more. I tried to argue that we are in fact contracted to see one another, but was persistent in the fact I needed to trust her. I reluctantly agreed, and here I am impatient waiting for Taylor to say something.
He agreed to meet for our last session of the week, but only after I saw a coach follow him to our biology class, probably to make sure that he was in fact going, before then following both of us into the tutor center.We lasted a whole fifteen minutes in that room before making sure the coast was clear, then we made our way to Harry's. Only because Taylor insisted he needed a burger to be able to retain any information.
We found our usual booth and fell back into our routine. With each academic question he answers, he gets to ask me a question of his choosing, and vice versa. A few academic and unrelated questions later I think Taylor is ready to move on to Biology and now knows that if I could follow one band around from tour stop to tour stop it would be The Struts. When he demands to know why though, I cut him off. Demanding he abide by the game rules. In reality it's because I don't want to have to admit that the guy I lost my virginity to played them nonstop and it was the only enjoyable part about being with him. Instead I ask him to tell me something true.
