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 pull out a stack of note cards, pushing half to Taylor's side of the table without looking in his direction as he sits our coffees down between us. He insisted on meeting at the coffee shop today because he just had to have a vanilla latte. I joked that his period must be coming soon, and he hasn't forgiven me yet, considering the silent treatment I'm getting.
Taylor sits back down and begins writing out the terms I highlighted for him. I try not to make it seem like I'm inspecting him as I get out my own materials. My half of the notecards and vocabulary words, a highlighter and multiple colors of pens. Once the station is set up to my standards I dive into the list. I pick up the black pen and write polymer. I flip the card over and reach for the red pen, and then I discard the term by crossing it with a yellow marker.
"You really gonna do that for every single one?" Taylor asks, raising only his eyes in my direction.
"You don't get to question my methods until you prove that you can ace this test with those. Which may be difficult considering you write like a toddler," I say, pointing to the legible blue font on his already almost completed stack of cards. "Until then, I will create the flashcards how I would want."
We continue to work in silence for the next few minutes, aside from the soft jazz tunes and whirl of the espresso machines making up the background noise.
"Any plans for the weekend, Quinn?" Taylor asks, no doubt growing impatient considering he finished his cards five minutes ago, and I still have at least fifteen terms to go.
"Awh, no more silent treatment?" I crooned.
Taylor's only response is a quick flick of my nose. I retaliate with a kick to his shin and he quickly calls truce.
"Personal lives are off limits," I remind him.
"We're past that aren't we? Seriously, Cap. I have to sweat my ass off on the sidelines again. I just want to know one of us is having fun," he whines.
Definitely getting his period soon.
"You're supporting your team aren't you?" I ask, while slowly writing the steps of eukaryotic cells.
"I do so much by listening to play calls and slapping them on the ass after the whistle blows." He contorts his big green eyes to look like an innocent puppy."At least tell me what you're doing tonight since I have to be locked in my hotel room by ten."
"I have so many plans that I don't think we would make it through all of them before Coach Schwartz comes to tuck you in." I don't bother to look back at him as I begin to write the process of prokaryotic cells.
"So no plans at all," Taylor assumed. "But imagine all the sorority girls you could make cry from just staring at them while you wait in line for the bar." He laughs at his own joke, but quickly stops when I give him a death glare. It's as if he's forgotten everything I shared with him through tears and a snot dripping nose.
