Even The Playing Field | BOOK #1 IN THE PSU SERIES

sixty-two

Sloane slowly winced.

"Mmm—yeah." She whispered, focusing on her eyebrows. My eyes almost fell out of my head.

"Sloane! He cheated on you!" I exclaimed but she gave me a nod. "Yes—and I know that. And we aren't getting back together as of now-"Finn cuts her off.

"As of now!" Finn yells as I nod, agreeing with her.

"Once a cheater—always a cheater." I remind her as Finn crosses her arms over her chest.

"Chillax ladies, you're talking to the biggest whore on campus. I just wanted to make amends." She defended. "Maybe a little baby too-" I cut her off by snapping my fingers in front of her face.

"You know—if you want to snap your fingers in my face you have to be able to at least reach my collarbone." She teased me as I gasped.

"Quit being cranky, both of you." Finn split the two of us apart. I glared at Sloane as she laughed at me. I walked over to the table and picked up the outfit she had laid out and stomped down the hallway to my bedroom.

"Don't forget the boobs! No bra!" Sloane yelled at me as I shut my door.

I hated this.

I was such a homebody at this moment in time but I knew this would be good for me. Going out—getting shit faced, shaking my money makers, and not thinking about him would be good for me.

The only downside to this: I was going to his bar.

The upside: I don't believe he was going to be there.

"Hope you had a merry christmas."

I can't fucking believe he had the nerve to text me about the holiday! He literally got up and left me—had no balls to talk to me, but then he unblocks me all of a sudden?

This guy was a fucking trip.

"Naomi!" Sloane banged on my door. "What!" I yelled. I started to take off my silk penn state robe, a Christmas present from Sloane, all four of us had them.

They were custom designed by her dad.

"Thirty minutes! And Blakey is picking us up!" She yelled through the door. That's when I snorted, trying to stuff my foot into this fucking stiletto.

"Does Blakey know that you're still in love with Cay Cay-" I get cut off by my door swinging open. "I hope you break your ankle." She spoke with a glare in her face.

I winked, "And I hope you get pregnant." I heard Finn from down the hallway snort as Sloane stuck her tongue out at me.

I shrugged as she rolled her eyes, finally I was able to get my foot in one fucking heel. She slammed my door shut. I chuckled—stuffing my ankle in the other heel. Mimi hopped off her cat tower and pranced over to me.

"Shhh—if she finds out you're rubbing on me near her Jimmy's she might rip out my piercings in my sleep!" I whispered to Mimi as she stared at me.

I finally got the other heel on and walked towards the mirror—I looked good only wearing a bra, underwear, and some high heels. I always wished I was tall.

I stared at myself a little longer, I was so bloated. I had consumed so much pasta today—I thought my gluten intake would've killed me. It was so severe that my piercing was literally out.

Mimi meowed and I smiled at her through the mirror.

I decided then that I would actually throw on the fucking cocktail dress. It was cute—I just didn't have the tits for it.