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 didn't plan on telling Alyssa what Taylor and I were up to, but after I crashed karaoke night and everyone made it out alive, she knew something was up. It's the only reason she came tumbling into our room before the sun. She swore she could have seen it even if the lights were out, the high I am apparently still riding even hours later.
And maybe Taylor's pine and patchouli scent had wrapped around me like vines made of vapor because now we're facing each other, cross legged on our own beds.
The words come gushing out in a mixture of details and sighs. She's never given me a reason not to trust her, and she's surprisingly respected every boundary I've put between us so I don't hold anything back this time.
I tell it all. My mom, the Incident, my dad's plan to turn me into the modern day Rapunzel locked inside a dorm room. I don't bother to shade his plan to keep me here until he decides the world is safe enough for me to travel into. And my plan to get the hell away from here the second the year long agreement is up.
"I knew something was up," she says when I've finished. "I even called my mom after we went to that dinner at your house because I thought for sure you were abused as a child."
"And what was your mom going to do with that information?"
Alyssa shrugs, "She said you should try acupuncture."
I roll my eyes, but Alyssa seems unfazed. Her mom is apparently some holistic health guru, and they think terminal illness could be cured with sticking tiny needles all over your body.
She moves on quickly, pressing me for more information about Taylor, and why I'm smiling like an idiot despite everything I've been through. And I fold with force, telling her nearly word for word what Taylor proposed roughly twelve hours before.
"Omg! I'm in! I'll text him right now!"
"Why do you have Taylor's number?"
"It's a journalist's job to have multiple contacts everywhere she goes."
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Alyssa's text to Taylor proved to be effective, because within a few hours our duo had become a trio.
Every single day since, we've met in some capacity. Sometimes at the coffee shop, or Harry's. On Taylor's long day Alyssa and I met him at his house. Midterms are in full swing, so sometimes we meet to study. Other times to discuss the Help Camryn Build Her Case list. But after the whole biology midterm debacle, I wanted to make sure I'm holding up my end of the bargain. It's nearly impossible with Taylor's increased practices, lifts, film watching—whatever the hell else makes the team spend an ungodly amount of time at the practice facility, but we're making it work.
Taylor and Alyssa only huffed temporarily when I suggested they try my study methods again after hearing I was well above the curve on the exam, and have gladly helped curate an assembly line in a booth at Harry's the last few afternoons.
