guys in the whole school right underneath you."
"When I first moved back to town, I thought you were gonna show me the best places on campus, maybe where to get something to eat, not where the cute boys are," I explain.
"You don't need me to tell you where the boys are because they're all in your house!" Becca makes herself laugh. "Anyway, I'm glad you're joining me at State, even if it wasn't by choice."
"Yup, dad made it clear that I need to go while I can still go for free. If he gets fired, at least I'll have my degree if I can finish in time."
There's a silence between us as I ponder the situation I'm in. An awkward silence hangs over our conversation as Becca fusses with the phone in her hand. I try to find a way to get her attention again.
"So, I did see one boy down there. He was really cute too," I tell her.
"Tell me more!"
I start to give Becca the details of the guy, slowly at first and then I get lost in my own recollection.
"And a cute dimple right here," I explain while pointing to a spot on my cheek. I'm so lost in the memory I don't immediately notice that Becca's mouth is wide open in shock. She returns to her phone for a moment, typing frantically.
"Was it this guy?" she asks and turns the screen of her phone to the camera so I can see. The guy on her phone looks an awful lot like the person who was in my kitchen.
"Yeah, I think so. You know him?"
The look on Becca's face makes me nervous.
"Everyone knows him Quinn, especially all the girls on campus. That's Beau Tillman. If I'm not mistaken, he's the best player on your dad's team and the biggest player on campus, if you catch my drift."
I'm disappointed. "Oh, so he gets around quite a bit, huh?"
"Um yeah" she says, "Little bit."
"Well good thing I have to hurry and get my degree this summer. No time for guys like that."
"You still singing?" Becca asks, remembering the old me.
"That's another thing I'm forbidden from. If my father caught me spending time with my guitar instead of studying, I'd be in big, big trouble."
Becca understands and we lose the steam to our conversation because I'm distracted. Though I never would act on the impulses I felt when looking at this Beau Tillman, it's a little heartbreaking to hear that he was even more off limits. I tell Becca I'm going to return to my paper and we hang up the call. My notepad, textbook and pen are within reach but when I try to go back to them, my guitar that I've hidden in the corner of the room demands my attention. Just five minutes, I assure myself and put it on my lap. I strum the guitar mindlessly until I hear some commotion outside. Wheeling my chair to the window, I keep strumming as I check out what's going on out there. Right under my window is the famous Beau, chatting with a few of his teammates. The boy is impossibly sexy and I'm shocked by how drawn I feel to him. He's confident and leading all conversation outside, people waiting for the chance just to speak with him. He's in charge and in control. My face feels flush and just when I tell myself I'll pull away from the window, he looks up. We lock eyes and I freeze for a moment, the two of us connect in a way stronger than anything I've ever felt before.
"Quinn?" my father calls from downstairs and it brings me back to reality. I dive away from the window embarrassed, off to find out what it is my father wants.
*****
Chapter Three
Beau
*****
Due to the way the school is laid out, I have to go all the way into the middle of campus when I want to use the gym and work out. Not that I'm complaining, trips across the quad afford me the luxury of getting a good look at the beautiful ladies who attend this fine
"When I first moved back to town, I thought you were gonna show me the best places on campus, maybe where to get something to eat, not where the cute boys are," I explain.
"You don't need me to tell you where the boys are because they're all in your house!" Becca makes herself laugh. "Anyway, I'm glad you're joining me at State, even if it wasn't by choice."
"Yup, dad made it clear that I need to go while I can still go for free. If he gets fired, at least I'll have my degree if I can finish in time."
There's a silence between us as I ponder the situation I'm in. An awkward silence hangs over our conversation as Becca fusses with the phone in her hand. I try to find a way to get her attention again.
"So, I did see one boy down there. He was really cute too," I tell her.
"Tell me more!"
I start to give Becca the details of the guy, slowly at first and then I get lost in my own recollection.
"And a cute dimple right here," I explain while pointing to a spot on my cheek. I'm so lost in the memory I don't immediately notice that Becca's mouth is wide open in shock. She returns to her phone for a moment, typing frantically.
"Was it this guy?" she asks and turns the screen of her phone to the camera so I can see. The guy on her phone looks an awful lot like the person who was in my kitchen.
"Yeah, I think so. You know him?"
The look on Becca's face makes me nervous.
"Everyone knows him Quinn, especially all the girls on campus. That's Beau Tillman. If I'm not mistaken, he's the best player on your dad's team and the biggest player on campus, if you catch my drift."
I'm disappointed. "Oh, so he gets around quite a bit, huh?"
"Um yeah" she says, "Little bit."
"Well good thing I have to hurry and get my degree this summer. No time for guys like that."
"You still singing?" Becca asks, remembering the old me.
"That's another thing I'm forbidden from. If my father caught me spending time with my guitar instead of studying, I'd be in big, big trouble."
Becca understands and we lose the steam to our conversation because I'm distracted. Though I never would act on the impulses I felt when looking at this Beau Tillman, it's a little heartbreaking to hear that he was even more off limits. I tell Becca I'm going to return to my paper and we hang up the call. My notepad, textbook and pen are within reach but when I try to go back to them, my guitar that I've hidden in the corner of the room demands my attention. Just five minutes, I assure myself and put it on my lap. I strum the guitar mindlessly until I hear some commotion outside. Wheeling my chair to the window, I keep strumming as I check out what's going on out there. Right under my window is the famous Beau, chatting with a few of his teammates. The boy is impossibly sexy and I'm shocked by how drawn I feel to him. He's confident and leading all conversation outside, people waiting for the chance just to speak with him. He's in charge and in control. My face feels flush and just when I tell myself I'll pull away from the window, he looks up. We lock eyes and I freeze for a moment, the two of us connect in a way stronger than anything I've ever felt before.
"Quinn?" my father calls from downstairs and it brings me back to reality. I dive away from the window embarrassed, off to find out what it is my father wants.
*****
Chapter Three
Beau
*****
Due to the way the school is laid out, I have to go all the way into the middle of campus when I want to use the gym and work out. Not that I'm complaining, trips across the quad afford me the luxury of getting a good look at the beautiful ladies who attend this fine
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