Page 25 of The Stud

Iworkfor what I have.

She’s handed everything.

Which despite the brand building lie my parents are hellbent on telling themselvesisthe case with this whole social media brand testing spectacle they’ve concocted.

Somehow – to no real surprise –I’mstill doing the majority of the work.

The boys wanna bang her, not talk to her.

They wanna look at her, not listen.

They wanna picture her naked, not get in a photo op.

It’s basically now mysecondside job to my main job since following Tanner around like a fangirl is my first.

Er.

Frosky.

Um.

Snowman.

Having to interact with him one on oneinthe barn is bad enough.

Being forced todress upto do itoutsideof the rink is a Ridley Scott movie level of vengeance in the making.

I really should just find another job.

I’m sure Finland is a great place to go.

I’ve heard their hockey league is amazing,plusBear would appreciate that weather much more than the constant heatstroke we currently live in.

I just…I’m not sure I can learn to speak Finnish that easy or how well playing Shakira will roll over.

Those are pretty much my only problems.

The whole lack of blonde hair, blue eyes, and paler skin thing I’m quite accustomed to already.

I’m used to sticking out and getting blatantly ignored like a frumpty dumpty anytime hockey hoes are in the vicinity.

I’m sure it might suck less in the same place they filmedRobert the Bruce.

Or was that Scotland?

Hm.

Maybe I should move to Scotland.

They’ve probably got hockey there.

Oh!

What if I just travel south and over until I hit Germany?

Set up shop there?

Learn more about that heritage.

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