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Chapter Ten
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2023-01-03 14:34:38*Caroline*
First day of class, I arrive at Dr. Cartwright’s lecture hall early to get the best seat, which is center and front.
I’m working on setting up my workspace when I hear loud laughter from outside. The doors burst open, and in walk Dillon and Noah, two peacocks entering a new courtyard. You can almost hear “We Are The Champions” blaring in the background as their theme music. Puffed up and preening, they walk down the center stairs of the lecture hall toward the front row. Everyone in the room goes silent, and I gape as some of the students sitting around me on the front row get up to make room for them.
Fuck that shit. I’m not moving.
I’ve been in classes with football guys, and they always do this. They should just walk up and piss on the chalkboard to mark their territory already.
Noah walks forward, getting perilously close to where I am, and looks for a seat.
“Hey, Noah. You can sit her
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My Obsession Chapter Ten
*Caroline*First day of class, I arrive at Dr. Cartwright’s lecture hall early to get the best seat, which is center and front.I’m working on setting up my workspace when I hear loud laughter from outside. The doors burst open, and in walk Dillon and Noah, two peacocks entering a new courtyard. You can almost hear “We Are The Champions” blaring in the background as their theme music. Puffed up and preening, they walk down the center stairs of the lecture hall toward the front row. Everyone in the room goes silent, and I gape as some of the students sitting around me on the front row get up to make room for them.Fuck that shit. I’m not moving.I’ve been in classes with football guys, and they always do this. They should just walk up and piss on the chalkboard to mark their territory already.Noah walks forward, getting perilously close to where I am, and looks for a seat.“Hey, Noah. You can sit her
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*Caroline* “Need some help?”I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center.My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of the hot summer night and slow kisses—kisses we never had…well, except for that one time.I ignore him and try to grab the book.“You’re too short. Let me,” Noah says, this time closer, his voice soft, almost placating.I suck in a breath. The artist side of me was always drawn to the colors I saw when he spoke, shades of gold and gray, one side of him sunny and easy, the other part wrapped in fog and smoke.I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sw
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*Caroline* “Wake up and get me a cigarette, bitch,” cries Vampire Bill, the African grey parrot that’s in his cage on my nightstand. I ease up and glare at him from my bed. Ryker stayed over with Penelope, my roomie and best friend, last night, so I pulled the parrot from her room into mine. Nothing kills the lovey-dovey mood like a parrot telling them to “Get your bony ass down the road and get a job.” He was rescued by Penelope from a bunch of cigarette-smoking, belligerent, low-class morons. Our neighbors from across the street, they left him on the side of the road on their move-out day, and Penelope ran out to save him. She says he’s hers, and I guess he is, but I like to think of us as co-parents. When I stretch and reach out to pet him, he fluffs his feathers and rubs the back of my hand with his head. I study his misshapen right wing, the one that keeps him from flying, and hand him a cracker from the box on the table. Regardless of the things he says, he’s an affectionat
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*Noah* At the table, Dillon is recounting to everyone the only big play he was part of during the game where we ran a fake kick in the first quarter and he threw me a touchdown pass. “…and then out of nowhere Noah rises up and catches the ball with one hand. He cradled it like a little baby and landed on his back. I thought my pass was intercepted for sure, but he bailed me out!” He raises his glass. “To Noah! A Buckeyes legend!”Yeah, right—but what’s next? A tingle of dread goes down my spine. If the NFL doesn’t work, I’ll probably just end up selling cars like I do in the summer to earn extra money.“Lighten up, man!” Dillon says as he claps me on the back. “Lose that frown and let’s celebrate.”Right, right.“Maybe he just knows deep down that he didn’t have anything to do with our big win,” adds Archer with his Cajun drawl. “Defense won that game. Then you pretty boys get all the glory. Please.”I swivel my head and take him in. Tall and lean with a sleeve of tattoos up his arm
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