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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...
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Naomi Black
"Are you coming to the game today?" Nat burst open my door while I lay in bed surrounded by biology books. I could go to the game, I really could. But that means I would have to watch Matti.
After I left the ice cream shop, I really couldn't pull myself together well enough for the girls to not notice the look of disappointment on my face. I mean, it was all going so well. And it went so bad, so fast.
Should I blame him though? He doesn't know any better. He can't help the way he was raised with the privilege. And I tried to prove that argument to the girls but they all responded with, "Naomi, do you see us degrading you like that just because we have money? Absolutely not. And he is only going to get worse when he signs that multi-million dollar contract."
That was enough to end my argument.
I looked up from my books to see Nat with half her toothbrush in her mouth and toothpaste all over her face, not to mention the ridiculous amount of hickeys surrounding her collarbone.
"Should I? Or is there a chance there will be a vampire there?" I chuckle as I hear Finn start screaming from the next room, "Hah! Bitch I told you that you look like someone chucked a whole sliced pepperoni stick at you!" Nat just looked at me and smiled, "Get the fuck out of bed. He's a nobody."
Not really Nat.
He's Matti Williams.
She walks out of my room while a bang is heard from the room next to mine, "If you whores don't shut the hell up! I've got five more minutes of beauty sleep until I have to put on my glitter!" Sloane yells.
I roll out of bed and look at my closet.
God, what the fuck am I doing? I'm going to a football game, where I have to see a person who made me feel like shit to the point where I added another load onto my plate just so I didn't have to be around them degrading me anymore?
