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 pull out a stack of note cards, passing half to Taylor 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 pumpkin spice latte. I joked that his period must be coming soon, and he hasn't yet forgiven me considering the silent treatment I've been given.
He begins writing the terms I highlighted for him immediately, while I get my materials set up. My half of the notecards, my term list, a highlighter to cross them out as I go, a black pen for the term and a red pen for the answer. Once the station is set up to my standards I dive into the list. I pick up the black pen and write Mitochondria. I flip the card over and reach for the red pen.
"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 at the barely 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.
"What are your plans for the weekend Capt?" Taylor asks, no doubt growing impatient considering he finished his cards five minutes ago, and I still have at least fifteen terms to go.
"Personal lives, off limits," I remind him.
"Oh come on, we're past that aren't we? Seriously, entertain me with your wild plans. I have to sit on the sidelines again sweating my ass off in the heat for nothing. I need to know at least one of us is having fun," He whines. Definitely getting his period soon.
"You're supporting your team arent' you?" I ask, while slowly writing the steps of eukaryotic cells.
"I do so much by listening to play calls and handing out squirts of water with the trainers." He looks at me with those big green eyes, now resembling that of a tiny innocent puppy. "Come on, 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 that ten pm bed check," I nonchalantly say, now writing about the process of prokaryotic cells.
"No plans, but you're a freshman girl, you could get in anywhere. Imagine all the sorority girls you could make cry from just staring at them for too long while you wait in line." 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.
"If you didn't pick up on it from the drunken spin off of Cake Wars I put on a few weeks ago and my suicide attempt, alcohol and I don't mix. If you want to get technical, I'm supposed to be practicing 'sobriety' as part of my treatment." I put air quotes around sobriety, only because alcohol wasn't really the problem. Regardless, I make sure I stay in control now, sans showing up at Taylor's house shitfaced. "I do actually think my dad would lock me in a tower if he knew I drank again and risked bringing shame unto his reputation, especially with a chance to have a back to back championship season."
