Page 49 of How to Win the Girl

“Hey, can you come spot me?” One of my teammates stands over me, weight belt wrapped around his waist, lifting gloves on his hands, face expectant.

“Bro, no—I’m in the middle of something.”

That something: messaging a girl who clearly isn’t impressed by me.

“Bro, you’re not supposed to be on your phone when you’re in here.”

I hold a hand up. “Collins, take a chill pill. This is urgent.”

The urgency: messaging a girl who clearly isn’t impressed by me and wanting to hear why.

My ego cannot take it, sue me for being arrogant enough to give a shit what she thinks.

Arrogance or insecure?A little voice asks.

Shut the fuck up,I tell it.

Daisy:It hardly matters.

Drew:Oh, it matters.

Daisy:LOL why? I don’t even know him. I’m not about to admit I was stereotyping or jumping to conclusions based on his appearance.

Drew:His appearance? What does THAT mean?

She must think I’m good looking and won’t admit it.

Daisy:Can we change the subject?

Drew:That would be a negative, ghost rider.

Drew:Just give me one thing you didn’t like about Drake.

Daisy:I’m not going to say anything negative about your brother!

Drew:One thing.

Daisy:No

Drew:Please?

Daisy:**LOUD SIGH**

Drew:I heard that from here.

Daisy:Fine. I just thought he was too cocky.

Drew:So? What’s wrong with being cocky??

Daisy:I don’t know—I prefer guys who are more…modest? Humble.

I begin to laugh, Collins still hovering nearby, the sophomore running-back narrowing his eyes, unconvinced this is an emergency.

Drew:Sorry but the last time I checked, modest doesn’t get you very far in the game of football. And what made him seem ARROGANT?

Daisy:Gee, I don’t know. He was pushy and rude and full of himself.

When was I full of myself?!

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