Page 45 of How to Win the Girl

Ignore him.

God, he’s obnoxious.

“I recognizeyou,though.”

Sure, uh-huh. This illusive twin recognizesme.

“How?”

“My brother shows me his dating app from time to time.”

The way he says it is so distinctly Southern it gets my attention, and I pause with a bag of potato chips suspended above my backpack.

What does that mean? His brother shows him his dating app? “First of all, your brother and I are not dating.”

“And second of all?”

“Excuseme?” I gasp, affronted.

“You said, ‘first of all.’ I assume you were gonna to follow it with a second of all?” He seems pleased with himself, folding his arms across his chest, cocky grin plastered across his arrogant face.

“I’m allowed to say first of all without having a ‘second of all,’” I announce, snatching my backpack off the chair and shouldering it, my container of fries having lost their appeal. “What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh my god. Are you going to tell me your name or not?”

He is SO ANNOYING!

“It’s Drake.”

“Drew and Drake?” I snort. “How fun, your names rhyme.”

“There are four of us, and all our names begin with the letter D.”

I start walking toward the exit. “I didn’t ask.”

Sheesh.

“Drew didn’t tell you he was a twin?”

“No.” And that seems like important information, doesn’t it? “Not that it matters.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?”

Feeling him behind me when I push through the student union doors to the courtyard beyond, I halt. Turn.

“Stop following me.”

He hesitates. “But I have to go outside.”

Ugh, fine. “Which way are you going?”

This Drake person—if he is indeed Drew Colter’s long-lost twin—points toward the library.

My brows shoot up. “You’re going to the library?”

His head shakes, and I decide he needs a bang trim. “No. I’m goin’ to the gym, which is behind the library.”

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