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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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Sloane Beck
Okay—so he was acting weird. Like he wasn't answering my texts or calls today.
"Can you put more butter on the popcorn next time? I feel like I'm chewing one of your low-calorie snacks, Sloane." Ellie slapped her hands over her mouth to cover her giggles as Finn spoke.
Finn, Ellie, and I were watching the newest season of The Bachelor. I was watching the show on the single recliner while Ellie and Finn were elbows deep in pre-buttered popcorn on the loveseat.
I watched in horror as they attacked the dish with ease—it was like an animal attacking its prey. "It's pre-buttered, Finnegan," I spoke, emphasizing the buttered part. She shook her head, "Everyone knows that you add butter to pre-buttered popcorn." She continued to stuff her face.
I shook my head, "No, nobody does that." I disagreed. She pointed towards the television, "If you put some elbow grease in your cooking Sloane you could end up with a man like that." Flipping her off, my attention switched to my phone.
I was anxiously and eagerly awaiting my results for my first exam in my accounting class. Accounting was a huge part of being a business major—you needed to know all the things involving money. Since it was the beginning of the school year I need to have a great first exam score. I couldn't dig myself out of a hole—I could start at the top of the hole.
I would like to say I was smarter than the average person but unfortunately, I was not Naomi. I definitely wasn't Blake either.
I wasn't paying attention to the girls or the television, I was too invested in refreshing the screen to find out what my grade was. I needed to do good. My fathers were anal about me getting good grades and if I didn't get a good grade then I would be in deep shit.
It wasn't like I was a daddy's girl either—that was Gwen.
I mean, I love my fathers. I wouldn't be here without them, but it would be nice for once if they could just be fucking harsh on her and not me. I think that's where most of my problems stem from. Never feeling good enough, always comparing myself—it's because of my parents and Gwen.
