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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
I watched him move around his room, no shirt but his black jeans were making me dizzy. His chain dangling while his tanned skin was shining from the shower he just took.
My phone had been buzzing the entire morning since we had woken up it was freshly around ten in the morning. We had got a rude awakening when Blake's phone blared—it was his father alerting him that he had to go into his office and prepare because they would be doing a family sit-down interview in 45 minutes.
I watched as his chest continued to work into overdrive—he was a ball of anxiety.
Climbing out of the bed, his long-sleeved t-shirt was engulfing me.
"Blake," I spoke his name. With every step I took, a pain shot through me—memories of the night before. He didn't respond to me as he quickly buttoned up his white, dress shirt. Walking over to him, I stood on my tiptoes gripping his face in between my hands.
"Baby," I spoke his name as he froze. His eyes melting into mine as I puckered my lips—bringing him in for a kiss.
Pulling away, "You'll be okay. I'm not leaving." I assured him as he looked anywhere else but in my eyes at that moment.
I furrowed my eyes at his disconnect. "What? What's wrong?" I asked as he shook his head. Reaching above me, he grabbed a watch from his collection, fumbling to clip in on.
"No—no, what is wrong? What do you know that I don't? What's wrong?" I pestered him as he huffed.
Stepping aside from me, he continued to ignore me.
Fine, if that's how he wanted to act then I would let him act like that. If he wanted to shut me out because of his emotions today, then fine—so be it.
Would I be a complete bitch if I just walked out right now?
Why would I continue to be with someone who wasn't willing to be open with me when I wanted nothing more than to be open with him about everything.
