Page 47 of How to Win the Girl

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Telling a chick to “calm down” when she’s mad is like trying to baptize a cat.

I heardyou met my brother today.

I hit send, keeping the app open, waiting for those tiny words to appear on the screen:seen at 5:17

Three dots appear.

Disappear.

Daisy:That wasn’t you in disguise?

That message makes me smile.

I mean—itwasme, but she doesn’t know what—and I have no idea what possessed me to be myself, but in hindsight, I wish I had pretended to be Drew. Not me.

Because judging by the disgusted looks Daisy was giving me, she doesn’t like me for me, but there is only one way to find out.

Me:That wasn’t a great disguise if it was LOL

Daisy:Wait—so that seriously was your brother?

Me:Yes, that was my brother.

Daisy:Why didn’t you tell me you have a TWIN?! A twin is a big deal!

Me:Is it????

I add more question marks than necessary because she’s being dramatic about it.

Daisy:YES!

Me:I mentioned my brothers.

Daisy:But wasn’t it your OLDER brothers you mentioned, not one that’s your CLONE who also goes to school here, who I could bump into at any time. I looked like an idiot.

No, she looked adorable.

Hair in two braids down her back, Daisy had on an oversized tee shirt and jeans, feet in sandals, pink toes peeking out.

Yes, I noticed her toes.

Yes, I noticed her freckles.

Yes, I noticed her boobs, the blush on her cheeks when she started to get irritated with me, and the way she kept rolling her eyes.

And.

Her perfume.

Me:I’m sure that’s not true. I bet you looked cute.

Daisy:That’s not what I meant when I said I looked like an idiot, LOL. I meant he probably thought I was a moron, the only person on the planet who didn’t know he existed.

Which, honestly, is refreshing.

Better than girls using us because they think we’re their meal ticket. Lock down a football player with an NFL future, become an influencer who stays home, sucks dick for a living, buys expensive purses and shoes, shows off on the internet for strangers.

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