Page 13 of Saints and Sinners

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Catalina

“Dad, I'm going to belate for class!” I sigh as my father makes me sit in front of his desk.

“I'll make sure your professor knows you were with me; you're fine.” My dad says, a bit annoyed.

My father and I have always had a good relationship, well, at least until my Senior year in high school when I started getting into trouble. It's not like I was a delinquent or anything; it was more like staying out past my curfew, sometimes drinking, messing with boys, you know, typical teenager stuff. I think he thought that by having me come here, he would be able to keep an eye on me better, but I've barely seen him since I've been here.

“So, what did you call me in here for?” I ask, frustrated that he's just staring at me but not saying anything.

“How have you been, Catty?” He asks, using the nickname I hate.

“Please don't call me that, Dad; not here anyway.” I practically beg him, and when he holds his hands up in defeat, I continue, “I've been good. I'm doing well in my classes, and I've become good friends with Dani, the other Saint's Legacy.”

My father actually makes a face, “How's that going? Living at the Sorority, I mean. You don't have to stay there, you know.”

I roll my eyes, “Mom would freak if I quit the Saint's Sorority. She's been waiting for me to attend college just for this.” I chuckle.

“Your mother doesn't realize how much has changed since she was a Saint.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, for one, there was no rule or ban on the whole Saints and Sinners not associating,” my father chuckles, “I think that came about because of a bad break up between the Sorority President and one of the members at the Sinner's Frat house.”

“How do you know this? I know you're Provost, but I didn't think you really got into the Sororities and Fraternities.” I grab a piece of candy from his dish and pop it into my mouth.

“Your mother never told you about when we started dating?” he asks, surprised.

“I shrug, “Just that you guys met here.”

He smiles, “Well, Catty... I mean, Cat,” he holds his hand up in apology, “I met your mother my Junior year here. I lived in the Sinner's Frat house, and in my Senior year, I was one of The Lords while your mother was the President of the Saint's Sorority.”

My eyes bulge at hearing this, “Wow, my father, a Lord of Sin. That's pretty cool...so what happened?”

“What do you mean what happened?”

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