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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Logic is more packed than usual, even for a Saturday night. It's the only club on campus and the only one in the city that could care less if you present your student ID as proof of age. The simple act of breathing is enough to gain you access inside, and the marker they use to try and stop underage kids from buying drinks may as well be one of those magic water markers for toddlers so they can't mark up the house with a real one. And it's apparently the only place to celebrate the win today. There are bodies everywhere. Along the walls, packed onto the dance floor, waiting in line for the bathroom. I can barely even see the bar beyond the groups of people waiting to order drinks.
We weren't going to come here, but our original plan fell through when Alyssa failed to mention a city wide bar crawl fundraiser happening this weekend. The place was already overflowing, and had a line down the street just waiting to get in. Not that this place is any better, but at least with a lot of the team here, Anderson is letting us use some of the perks they are given. Like this table roped off in a corner, and access to a separate bar without the super long lines of the other one.
Taylor wasn't with the group when we met Anderson outside. He gave no indication of where he'd be once we left his house, but if the way he was chugging from that bottle of liquor was any indicator, he's probably face down in his bed right now covered in his own pee.
I don't want to be pissed, but I can't help it. Not when he's self destructing for some unknown reason. I would have thought he'd be thrilled to have his sister here with us. She's sixteen, not six. I know he's protective of her, but I didn't expect him to crash out over Zoey wanting to have fun.
They all deserve to have fun. What they're dealing with is a heaviness that young adults shouldn't have to bear. I know it's why Shea all but called the car to come take us away. She'd much rather spend time with her kids, but she doesn't want them to just sit around and watch her sleep. She wants Taylor and Zoey to be together doing normal college things.
I tap my foot along to the bass in the song. Thanks to the speaker hanging right above me, my entire body is vibrating. I've never been so thankful for a shitty remix of a halfway decent pop song. The room's duetting is the perfect distraction. No one can hear the catch in my breath when I finally spot Taylor across the room, and the look of hurt that I know flashes through my features goes unnoticed.
His back is to me, his newly buzzed head and plain t-shirt seemingly fitting in with the everyone else crowding around the bar. But I'd know him anywhere. My body knows him, my eyes are drawn to him, and with the way he throws a look over his shoulder it's like his can feel me too. Except his body doesn't seem to care to come find me the way mine calls me to close the distance between us so it can finally relax.
When he finally gets his drinks and turns from the bar, he keeps his body pressed up against the same girl it was while he waited. I haven't stopped watching, so I'm not surprised when his eyes finally find mine. Just like I'm not surprised to find his glazed over and reflecting the colored lights flashing all around us. I wait with no air in my lungs for him to finally approach me, acknowledge me. Instead, he takes the girl by the hand and leads her straight through the crowd and on to the dance floor.
