Page 53 of The Charlie Method

“You’re my inch.”

“I am not your fucking inch, dude. Go away.”

Faith and I snicker from the porch, only to shut up when Blake turns to glare at us.

“I’m just saying, Iknowyou like me.” Isaac flashes a cocky smile, his perfect teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “So let’s quit playing games. Here we are, inches from the end zone.”

“Go home,” she grits out.

“One date. Just agree to one date, and I’ll go.”

“Dude, this isnotthe way to convince someone to go out with you.I’ll stop stalking you if you let me take you to dinner.” Blake snorts in irritation. “I’m not interested.”

“Look, angel—”

“Angel? Don’t nickname me.”

“Too late,” he says smugly. “Angel. Listen to me. I’m only asking for one date. Oh,” he amends, “and you have to promise to actually have a good time.”

“I can’t promise to have a good time. What if it’s a shit date?”

He capitalizes on her error, beaming at her. “Excellent. So you’re agreeing to the date.”

“What? No!”

They’ve attracted an audience, and I’m not talking just me and Faith. Other Delta Pis have streamed out to investigate the commotion, along with a handful of curious people from other houses on the Row.

I have to admit, Isaac does pose a pretty delectable sight. Six foot six. Muscular. Piercing eyes and square jaw. The guy is a walking wet dream.

For most women anyway.

“One date,” he pleads.

“I don’t even know you,” Blake grumbles.

“That’s the purpose of a date. To get to know me. I promise you, I’m tremendous.”

“Who refers to themselves astremendous?”

Faith snorts against her hand.

“Come on. What will it take? Do you want me to shout it out to the whole street? Get on my knees?”

“Please don’t—”

He drops to his knees. “Blake Logan,” he declares. “Angel. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Wow, he’s laying it on thick.

Wait. Should I be jealous here? I mean, he and I were hooking up only a couple weeks ago, and he’s not even looking my way.

Do Iwanthim to look my way?

Are you nuts? Of course you don’t.

Common sense returns to me. Right. Justlookat the guy. I don’t need this kind of drama in my life.

“Please put me out of my misery and go out with me,” Isaac is imploring.

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