Naomi Black
He had the audacity to text me.
Don't worry—I didn't respond.
"Naomi! You aren't wearing that! I laid out a perfectly hot outfit already for you!" Sloane bitched as Finn looked back and chuckled at us. I huffed, it was New Years Eve and I didn't want to get shit faced in a slutty cocktail dress and her Jimmy Choo's.
"Quit huffing—you need to dress up! You're hot! And you're single." She winked at me while stating the last part and it brought out a small smile in me.
But— I still didn't want to wear a dress that would have me chafing so badly, I would need oil on my entire body.
"I hate it here without Nat," Finn said, looking around the living room. Our living room was an absolute disaster. Glitter, lipstick, fake lashes- everything was everywhere.
But tonight, we all needed to look hot.
"Caden texted me, saying we were meeting at Cutch's in forty five," Sloane shoved me forward off the couch. "There—your hair and makeup is done, now go wear what I picked out." She ordered me as I saluted her.
"Mam, yes mam," I spoke in a mock way.
She rolled her eyes at me and I raised my eyebrows at her. "Wait—Caden texted you that?" I asked her. Finn's eyes immediately shot back to us, hearing her brother's name.
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Even The Playing Field | BOOK #1 IN THE PSU SERIES
Romance**completed** HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 IN FICTION #1 IN SLOWBURN #1 IN COLLEGE Penn State University. Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious football players, and a girl that's trying to dig her way out of her parent's mess. Naomi Black wa...