Page 17 of How to Win the Girl

Super nice?

In what world is the guy who was sitting behind me nice? He was rude and inconsiderate, showing no glimpse of having any manners.

I scoff. “Drew Colter cankissmy ass. He’s a dick.” Pausing before heading back to a new seat, I turn to this girl determined to chat me up. “What did you say your name was?”

“Isabelle.”

A sweet-sounding name. “Let me give you some friendly advice, Isabelle. Just because everyone else hero worships a guy does not make him a decent person. No one even knows him.”

“You don’t know that he isn’t a decent person,” she argues. “Maybe he’s having a bad day.”

Maybe.

However. “All I’m saying is he may be good looking and popular, but that doesn’t mean I have to tolerate his bad behavior.”

Isabelle’s face scrunches up, and I can see that she’s confused. “All he did was kick the back of your seat because he doesn’t have enough room.”

Clearly, Isabelle is drinking the Colter brother Kool-Aid; this argument isn’t worth my time when we have to be in our seats, like—now.

I’ve had enough of her arguments in favor of a boy she obviously does not know personally.

“Welp.” I nod at her. Tipping my proverbial hat, if you will. “Good to meet you.”

And when I go back into the auditorium, I accidentally make eye contact with Drew, that giant, rude brute.

He cocks an eyebrow.

I stick my nose in the air and pivot, stalking to a seat in the opposite direction.

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I don’t have one-night stands. I have auditions—and you’renotgetting a callback.

“That class was a literal shit show.”

I’m dumping chicken and pasta onto my dinner plate, unloading my evening drama onto the brother who sent me to academic purgatory, unarmed with all the information necessary.

The professor being a douche: could have warned me about that.

Bitchy classmates with zero tolerance.

Granted, Drew can sit still better than I, but a bit of compassion for my boredom leg jiggle would have been swell.

Anywho.

“You might have mentioned that already.”

I hold the wooden spoon I just used to serve noodles in the air, brandishing it about for dramatic flair.

Drew can’t be bothered to even patronize me for one second even though it’s his twindutyto do so by birth! He was literally put on this earth to tolerate my bullshit and vice versa.

“Then there was this chick riding my ass about being rude because I was talking.”

“Oh, really—another one?”

My brows go up. “Another one? What’s that supposed to mean?”

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