When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
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Thanksgiving was one of those Holidays I had mixed feelings about. I liked all the food and spending time with certain people. But the meaning behind the holiday wasn't one worth celebrating.
I was thankful for my family, for my life and for second chances. But today was one I dreaded, it was dinner at Rosie's and hers was a face I'd rather not see. I even begged dad, but he said mom already accepted the invitation to the Campbells long before, and it would be rude to back out now.
So as I pulled my sweet potato casserole out of the oven. I wanted to just take it up to my room and sit there and eat it all by myself. Because I knew Liam would be there and he'd be at the game with her. I knew I had to let go and get over it, but it was a year ago that I gave myself to him. Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday with Rosie.
We've spent it together since I could even recall. But now she hated me with me not even being able to give her an explanation. She'd probably just use it to gossip about me now. Because she wasn't someone I wanted to know, she was a mean girl.
I think her and Regina George were pretty tied at the moment. But Aaron Samuels wasn't her boyfriend before me and she wasn't just taking him back. She took him from right under my nose as Clara just acted oblivious to it all. I saw her face in the hallway.
I knew deep down Clara wanted to talk to me. To get an explanation, but she never had the courage to. Because she was afraid to lose Rosie, because she already lost me. She couldn't risk losing her only friend in the process.
"Sloan you ready to go to the game?" I turned to dad in my doorway as I finished my makeup. I nodded grabbing my black winter coat as I'd been bundled up due to the temperature. Going to a football game in 20 degree weather wasn't ideal. But it was Thanksgiving.
As I went downstairs mom was baking. She never baked, but on Thanksgiving it was like her inner Julia Childs came out. She all of a sudden couldn't stop baking. But her sweets were the best.
"We'll see you at twelve after the game Laura? Then we'll get ready and go to the Campbells?"
Mom nods not even registering what dad said as she whisks ferociously "Mhmm"
He looks at me and chuckles. As I slip on my gloves dad opens the front door and we walk out. But a few feet outside my door, stood him.
He was honestly asking for a death wish "Alex" I felt my eyes widen at the sight of him and then I shifted to dad who looked confused.
He stood in a winter jacket with a Harvard business school t-shirt underneath "Alex?" Dad looked at me confused, and I suddenly didn't have many words.
