Baking club

Vivian Delacroix entered Woodcrest University as one of the hottest girls on campus—confident, social, and sure she’d make the cheer team. When she didn’t, her routine collapsed into late nights, hangovers, and endless takeout runs. By sophomore year, she’d gained far more than the freshman 15, trading gym sessions for cafeteria booths and quad lunches. The sorority that once flaunted her quietly cut ties, and now Vivian spends her days drifting between classes, snacks, and parties—still beautiful from the shoulders up, but a faint echo of the girl who once ruled the campus.