Page 169 of The Charlie Method

“Leave my Big alone,” Blake chides.

Gigi grimaces. “God, this sorority lingo is so weird.”

“I know,” I sigh.

“But no, Blakey, we will not leave your Big alone,” Diana says, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. “So, Big…tell me…what are your intentions with our William?”

Luckily, I’m saved by the loud vibration of my phone.

“Hold that thought,” I tell them while inwardly praying they’re human goldfish and will forget what we’re talking about in five seconds.

I lift my purse onto my lap and dig around for my phone, finally finding it hiding under my wallet. As I pull it out of my bag, a piece of paper comes out with it, fluttering onto the tabletop in front of Diana.

She plucks it up and gives it back to me. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” I say, a crease puckering my forehead. I don’t recognize the paper and have no idea why it’s in my bag, but rather than check it later, I make the stupid decision of unfolding it in front of everyone.

My heart stops when I recognize the handwriting.

It’s Beckett’s.

Not Will’s.

“Oh my God, is that a love note?” With a grin, Diana steals the paper back, her green eyes twinkling with mischief.

I try to snatch it out of her hand, but she’s already reading it out loud.

“Have a good day, baby girl. Miss you already.” Her jaw falls open. “Whoa. Will’s leaving secret notes in your purse? The boy has itbad.”

Relief floods my chest at her assumption that the note is from Will. Thank God she doesn’t know what their handwriting looks like.

And thank God that Beckett chose to write the most innocuous note on the planet. This could’ve gone in a whole other direction if he’d saidWill and I can’t wait to fuck you later, baby girl.

Gigi’s voice drips with amusement as she says, “Okay, that is beyond cute.”

I give a nervous laugh, hoping the flush in my cheeks doesn’t give me away. “Yeah. Will’s sweet like that sometimes.”

“Would it kill you to admit you like him?” Blake says with a smirk, and I realize she’s mimicking my exact words when I was harassing her about Isaac in the fall.

“I like him a lot,” I admit.

I stuff the note into my purse as casually as possible, pretending it wasn’t from the wrong guy. No, not thewrongguy. Just adifferentguy. My mind races, guilt gnawing at me. I have no idea how to handle this situation anymore. I don’t want to lie about who’s writing me sweet notes. But I also don’t want to tell the truth.

“What’s a lot?” Gigi asks, smiling.

What am I supposed to say? That I’m falling for him? For Beckett too? The notion feels too big. Too terrifying. When we started this thing, I hadn’t planned on catching feelings—especially for both of them.

For the first time in my life, the Method failed me. Because “falling in love with two guys” wasnoton my list of potential outcomes.

“I don’t know,” I finally say. “I mean…Imightbe falling for him.” I laugh awkwardly, trying to brush it off as no big deal.

Blake’s eyebrows soar. “You’re falling for him? Charlotte, that’s serious.”

“Yeah.” I sigh, hating how conflicted I feel. How scared I am.

Because…falling for one guy? Fine.

But two?

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