Daddy's Little Defect

Her fingers grazed the keys, unsure of what to write. Professor Longwihd wouldn't be happy if Morgan missed this deadline. He knew she was a brilliant person, it would be a sad goodbye. Morgan was a senior, graduation is in a few short weeks. What would lie in the unpaved path of her future? Sure, she was an amazing writer, but her father keeps telling her she can't make a career out of it.I sit 6 empty seats away on computer 40. Come on Winters, grow a pair and move over to computer 37. She's sitting right there you moron, computer 36...

Longwihd drops his keys next to Morgan and she gives him a smirk. "There's a camera in that corner, no making out in front of it." He sips the last of his cold coffee and heads out. I turn to look at Morgan and see her face is red with embarrassment.

"You know he means well." I say looking at her, my hands fiddling with each other as if they were playing tag.

"I have been on the newspaper all throughout this hellhole we call college, he picks on me as much as his wife does him." She says with her neck craned and a blank expression on her face. She presses her lips together and her eyebrows furrow. Why does she have to look so damn beautiful all the time. . .

"You're Eli, right? Eli Winters, I've read what you've written in the columns, you're kind of a wise-ass." She turns her body to face me. Her elbow rests on the tabletop whilst her head balances perfectly atop her delicate fingers. Words escape me. What should I say? Reply with a compliment? Say thank you and return to computer 40?

"Alrighty then." She drops her arm and returns to the blank word document. God, why do I have to think so much? Maybe Longwihd leaving was a clue for me to do the same. . .

My feet moved faster than my brain could. Computer 35 was at my right, Morgan in front.

"You are a very interesting person, miss DePen. I can't figure you out." I say, my eyes squinted and leaning my elbows on my knees. I look with my eyes slightly squinted and my hands cupped together, resting on my mouth.

"Excuse me?" She replies, her eyebrows meeting her reddish-brown bangs.

"The way you write. You're naturally gifted, have you ever thought of yourself a tragic hero?" I simply say. "I mean, think about it. Your father is the most powerful man in congress, there's the highborn part. You have an amazing gift for writing and creating things in general. You're about to major in graphic design, Morgan--"

"Eli, stop. Please." She looked at me a way I had never seen her before.

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