The Quarterbacks Kiss

1 | First day

"Am I enough." - Gracie Owens (Our misfortune)
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Eve

"Get out of the way!"

Suddenly I'm pushed to the side, a skateboarder zooms past giving me their middle finger as they ride by. Very classy.

I pick myself up, and check my top and jeans for dirt. When I finally look up again, too many pairs of eyes to count are staring at me, some even judging.

What a great start to my first day!

The staring is something I'm familiar with , being the daughter of ex hockey player and a sister of one of the top NHL players, I usually get judged for wearing second hand clothing some days.

Sorry if I don't want to depend on daddy dearest.

Walking past the crowd of nosy people with my head low, I am reminded of the time when I was 8. Walking into the Christmas party with a bruise on my back for trying to help my brother, I remember walking out there with the gut feeling my brother wouldn't come out until the morning, most likely with bruises covering his whole body. And it was all thanks to daddy dearests.

I muttered the words, I'm not afraid, to myself about 500 times and when I finally saw my dads face, I wished he was dead.

I wished I wouldn't be so weak. I wished I could do something, anything. I wished my mum would come back, to hold me. And tell me everything would be okay.

Instead my big brother did, blood dripping down his face and a swollen eye, he continued to hold me until I could no longer cry.

From that point on I decided that the only person who would understand me would be him, the one person I could trust.

"You're a weak little girl! You were a fucking mistake, ya hear me! A fucking mistake!" He kicks me in the ribs, blood rushes out of my mouth-

The freshest memory of my father from two months ago haunts me, I could never sleep in my own bed not when he knew where I was. So I put in a transfer for Pembroke college, and I got in.

I swipe the student card I was given when I walked in, pushing the door open to a pretty brick building as I drag my suitcase behind me. A new start.

There's a few couches and chairs placed around the room with mailboxes decorating the sides other than that it's mostly empty. Homey.

"Hi darling, what's your name?" A voice of a middle aged lady startles me, snapping my head towards the desk I read her name tag. Louise.

"Hi-um, I'm Eve, Eve Beckett." Louise's eyes widen as I say my last name. I shuffle from one foot to the other as she starts aggressively typing on her computer.

After a few moments of silence she speaks in a curt tone, "Follow me." Picking up my suitcase, I follow her up the stairs noticing the way her body dramatically swings from left to right. She's definitely a cougar.

We walk through a dimly lit hall, my suitcase echoing the walls of the hall awkwardly before she finally stops in front of room 106. I reach out for the handle but she grips my wrist to stop me, I flinch at the sudden movement but it fortunately goes unnoticed by her.

"We are quite strict on our rules here in Crest dorms. No boys. No damaging property and respect your neighbours." She says each rule with a sharp glare which I reply with a little smile.

As I am about to push the door open, the door goes inwards and I stumble in to the room unexpectedly.

"Hi! You must be my roommate, I'm Katie!" A gorgeous ginger girl exclaims as she reaches out for my hand, I barely have time to compose myself before she is pulling me inside with my suitcase.