Page 29 of How to Win the Girl

Daisy:50 bucks seems like a steal to get someone else to dump your girlfriend.

Drew C:Don’t it?

Daisy:I would be SO PISSED. Like seriously furious.

Drew C:Yeah, so was Ryann but now she’s my roommate, so. Guess it all worked out.

Daisy:Your roommate?

Drew C:Yeah, my brother got drafted, and she took his room. Which is bullshit because it’s the biggest bedroom in the house and next to the bathroom.

Drew C:The good news is she doesn’t stink up the bathroom like my other brother does.

Daisy:Other brother?

Drew C:I have another brother that goes here.

Daisy:Ahh. I have zero brothers who go here.

I’m surprised she doesn’t launch into a million questions about me, my brothers, our family—the way most people do, especially woman, who suddenly become interested in everything about us.

Daisy does not ask.

Does that mean she doesn’t care? Or is she being polite?

Hmm.

Weird.

I’m both oddly surprised and oddly disappointed, I was bracing myself for an onslaught and was looking forward to shutting it down, but instead, all she does is says,I have zero brothers who go here.

My knee begins to shake.

I check my phone for the time, half out of my seat by the time the professor excuses us for the break, grabbing Drew’s backpack and hoofing it out of there.

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After we had sex she said, “You’re probably not going to remember my name tomorrow, are you?”

I said, “Honestly, I don’t even remember your name rightnow.”

“Dude,why are you back? Class doesn’t end for another forty-five minutes.”

He’s staring at me from beneath the arch between the kitchen and the living room, holding what appears to be a glue stick and a Styrofoam ball.

“Class doesn’t end for another forty-five? Weird.”

My twin brother stares blankly, and I stare back, thinkingdamn, he’s good looking.

“Why’d you leave?”

“Hey.” I throw down. “If you’re not gonna go yourself, then don’t start ridin’ my ass about leavin’ early. That class is mind-numbing. I can’t fuckin’ stand it.”

The only entertaining part is messaging back and forth with Daisy and even that wasn’t enough to entertain me for another hour.

I set his backpack down next to the stairs before crossing the room and plopping down on the sofa. Snatching the remote control, I point it at the TV.

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