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Penn State University.
Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious football players, and a possible Vice President's son.
Sloane Beck wants nothing more than to have her cheating ex-boyfriend crawl back to her.
Blake Day wants not...
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Blake Day
"Yay, buddy! Way to go!" My mom greeted me in a hug as I came off the field. It was my first game back since having a broken foot. "Matti! Good game buddy!" I heard my mom yelling at him from behind me.
I stayed in her arms for a moment enjoying her company.
There was nothing like being a child in your mother's arms.
"Where's dad?" My twelve-year-old mind wandered. She frowned at my words and with no answer, I already knew the answer. He was at work, or he was doing something for his campaign. He was never there for me but he expected me to always be there for him.
"I'm sorry," She muttered as she kissed my forehead. I frowned because she shouldn't be the one apologizing. It's not her fault that he was a shitty father, it was his and only his. "I made fresh macaroons and baguettes at home," I beamed a smile at her.
Macaroons were my favorite treat.
"Mom, it's fine."
But it never truly was fine. Growing up every day I learned more and more that my father was absent and only around me when it benefitted him. He looked like more of a family man to America when I was near.
He still never shows up to my football games and last time I checked; he hadn't asked about my grades in eight years. I had been envious of Matti and how his parents always came, his parents were always present. Although his dad was an asshole, Colton still got the parenting job done.
My father just didn't care.
My father just didn't want to pursue the role as a father, he just left it towards my mother.
"Blake! I'm back with your special request!" Reese called out from the doorway. I stood in the kitchen, washing my hands of any of the ingredients that could've spilled on me. "Holy shit, it smells amazing in here! Can I have one?" He reached for a macaroon as I smacked his hand away.
"No, these are for something else," I warned as he raised his eyebrows. "Macaroons and a rose bouquet? What has gotten into the Penn State bad boy?" He teased as I scoffed.
What had gotten into me? My father's mentality.
I had it all planned out. I was going to show up to her window at dusk, I would throw rocks as if we were Romeo and Juliet, I would wait for her to come down and I would sweep her off her feet.
She just had to be compliant and work with me.
I couldn't deal with difficult and Sloane Beck was the definition of difficult.
I had it all planned out step by step.
I would woo her. I would win her heart and trust. She would open up and I would feed the tiny bits of information to the minions, it would be published and be swept under the rug. In the end, she wouldn't get hurt—she would just think it's some random mom from back at home that loved to talk shit on her.
