Page 188 of How to Win the Girl

Don’t be a pussy. Eat one.

I cannot fucking believeShannon right now.

She’s causing a scene because I don’t want to fuck her anymore? Correction: she’s causing a scene because we were fucking and she caught feelings that I do not reciprocate and it’s pissing her off.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Guess I’m lucky all she did was cause a scene in the Quad, albeit in front of Daisy, though to be fair, I’m a bit glad she was there because having to explain it after the fact would suck major balls.

“…that what you called it when you came to my house last night? Fucking?”

“Oh my god, I was not at your house last night. Enough.”

“Oh—so you didn’t come over last night.” She rolled her eyes. “Gotcha.”

The.

Fucking.

Audacity.

And I have to live next door to her.

God has a funny sense of humor, doesn’t he?

Obviously, I followed Daisy home, if that’s what you’re wondering—of course I did. But that roommate of hers, Gabby, wouldn’t let me through the door when I’d arrived, slamming the door in my face because Daisy didn’t want to see me and needed time to think.

Fine.

Okay.

Deep breath.

I can deal with her needing time to think; what I couldn’t deal with was the girls next door fucking shit up every chance they got.

There was no way for me to prove that Shannon is full of shit. The only thing I can do is wait for Daisy to come to the conclusion on her own; give her the time and the space to sort through the shit.

In the meantime, I have to enlist an expert on the subject.

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daisy

Once my self-esteem is back at 100% you will be dead to me.

No amountof crying has helped me decide how I feel about this.

Crying in the shower felt good but a bit melodramatic.

Crying in bed felt great but also lonely.

I couldn’t call my mother and tell her any of this. She would hate Drake forever.

I couldn’t callDraketo tell him how I was feeling: he was the cause of this. And I certainly couldn’t give all the gory details to Gabby, though she did her best to pry them out of me—she’s already angry about men in general and knows nothing about my budding relationship with Drake in the first place.

I wasn’t about to fill her in on itnow.

Gawd, I can’t even imagine the advice she’d give me.

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