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 shove the door closed, letting it slam with an extra loud thud.
"Good morning, Vietnam!" My voice is an octave louder than it probably should be, but I need Alyssa to wake up.
The sun has been high in the sky for hours now, but it doesn't stop her from threatening to burn all of my things. Tequila makes her mean, and she drank about a quart of it last night before Taylor and I left the party. Who knows what happened once we were gone.
At least she and Anderson made it back to our room in one piece. They somehow didn't wake me, but I was a little shocked to see his extra large frame hanging haphazardly off of the futon when I climbed out of my bed this morning.
He obviously left sometime between my shower and me leaving to get breakfast. It may be a game-free Saturday, but my dad scheduled a practice for this morning. It's why Taylor didn't complain when I was ready to leave last night.
"I come bearing gifts," I say, sitting two coffees and a brown paper bag down on my desk. Alyssa is behind me with hands out before I can even announce what the gift is.
"I could smell it from the hallway." She unwraps the sandwich, taking a huge bite.
"What are you doing up and moving this morning?" she asks, using her empty hand to wrap a blanket around herself and cocooning on the futon.
"I didn't drink my weight in a toxic substance last night." I take a seat on the floor and lean against the couch before biting into my own sandwich. "So I've been doing laundry while the rest of our dorm fiends off the shakes." Alyssa shrugs, finishing off her sandwich and then reaches for one of the coffees sitting on the floor next to me.
"But what time did you get home?" she asks. She pulls the blanket the rest of the way over her head as I inform her that I was in fact already home and in bed when she got back.
"At least you were too drunk to try to have sex," I point out. "I would have had to kill you for that one."
"Maybe I should take a page from you and Taylor and never drink again. Ever ever ever." Her small body melts into the couch until it's unclear what is blanket, and what is her.
"You'll be drunk in like twelve hours." Without a game today, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole team is sneaking beers in the locker room. The way Taylor talked about BYE week made it seem like a free for all. He and his teammates seem to go out nearly every night anyway. Give them a weekend without an actual game, and it's just an excuse to go even harder.
"Before you lecture me, I promise to drink only half as much tonight."
"You're talking to someone who practically completed the twelve steps. Don't complain if you don't want my comments. " I quickly added, "I'm mostly joking. Just—be smart."
