Page 22 of How to Win the Girl

What is he, a mind reader or something?

So annoying.

Daisy:No, I don’t have to have the last word, but you messaged me, and I assumed that during our next class you would harass me about not messaging you back.

There. That sounds legit.

Drew C:Why don’t I believe you?

Daisy:**shrug** I don’t know—why don’t you believe me?

Drew C:I just don’t. You were mad as a wet hen in class, and if looks could kill, I’d be a dead man.

Daisy:Can I remind you that YOU are the one who swiped on ME?

Drew C:False. You swiped on me.

Daisy:You swiped on me first.

Drew C:Did this just become a dick-swinging contest? Because I can assure you, if it is, I will win.

Dick-swinging contest?

Gross.

Daisy:Obviously. You’re the only one here with a dick.

The app flags my message, asking me if I want to reconsider sending because of the profanity. I’m assuming it doesn’t like my use of the word dick, or maybe it thinks I’m asking for a picture of one?

“Yes, I want to send it! He said dick first! Did you flag his message? No.”

I hit send and off it goes into cyberspace.

Drew C:Obviously.

Daisy:Yeah, obviously **eye roll**

Drew C:Are you always this sarcastic?

No.

And I’m not always this rude, and I’m not always this combative, but something about this guy rubs me the wrong freaking way. He had no business messaging me in the first place, let alone swiping on me.

At least my swipe was by mistake. His was on purpose!

Daisy:No.

Drew C:Then why are you being a sarcastic asshole with me?

Daisy:Am I? I’m sorry I didn’t realize…

Drew C:There you go again.

Daisy:Oh, you caught that? ’Cause I was laying it on pretty thick.

Shit. I sound like a snarky brat.

What do you care how you sound? You’re not interested in this guy.You’re trying to get rid of him, remember?

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