Page 4 of How to Win the Girl

She’s not likely to run into Drew on campus anytime soon. He’s taking mostly afternoon classes this semester, and none of them are on Tuesdays. Even has a few online this year ’cause he claims he focuses better when he can listen to the lectures inprivate.

Pfft, what a nerd.

The girl steps closer still. Confidence doesn’t seem to be a trait she’s lacking.

“You said your name was Drake?”

“Yup.” I pop the P. “What’s yours?”

“Felicity.”

Ah, Felicity. “Well, isn’t that a pretty name.”

Shit, did that sound cheesy? Felt like it. Couldn’t be too cheesy based on the smile she’s giving me, all feline like. I wonder what her game is or if she has one at all; since she was sniffing around after Drew and not myself.

Not the first time and it won’t be the last; Felicity had no idea we were twins so of course she probably considers us interchangeable. Most people do.

Sad but true.

Felicity stands a few feet away, not a hint of a blush staining her cheeks—most girls are one of three things:

Not even remotely interested in me, regardless of my social status and clout on campus.

Down to fuck to raise their own social standing.

Immediately want to be my girlfriend, want me to commit, get emotionally attached.

I may have left one or two out, but that touches the basics, and I can see by looking at the smoking-hot sorority girl what her intentions are: Felicity is down to fuck if the chub in my pants is any inDICKation.

“Something tells me you don’t have a boyfriend waitin’ for you back at the house.”

Her shoulders move up and down in a shrug that I’m unable to translate.

“Would I have been chasing you across the parking lot if I did?”

Not exactly an answer, but either way, it’s good enough for me. I’m not the moral or ethics police. What she does is none of my business.

“You seem like a trustworthy gal.”

Not really—not with that calculated glint in her eye.

Still, it’s broad daylight. What could possibly happen in the parking lot next to an administrative building?

Oh, how the mind wanders…oh, how the eyes stray.

Hers.

Mine.

I can’t help myself. It’s human nature, and she’s gunning for me, anyone with decent vision can see that.

Felicity stands so close I can smell her. “I don’t think I’ve seen you at many parties. Where do you keep yourself?”

“I party.”

“Where?”

“Bars mostly.” Not a lot but I do get out. Few times a month, maybe? Now that I don’t have to bust my ass because we have games, I’ll go out more than I do during the regular football season.

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