Page 53 of How to Win the Girl

He stood there and acted as if I were supposed to know who he was because he thinks he’s famous, and it had nothing to do with the fact I’ve been chatting and getting friendly with his brother.

Why would he follow me?

Does he do that shit to everyone, trying to recruit people for his little fan club? Must be a slow day at the office if he’s hitting up random girls noshing on french fries.

So thirsty.

In my limited experience with athletes, I’ve now encountered two of them in a short time. Allegedly.

Maybe that was actually Drew, and he was playing a prank on me?

Switching gears, I do what a normal person would do in this situation and hit the internet. Why I did not google this information earlier is beyond me.

Keyword: Drew Colter brother

A gallery of photographs pops up, along with the Wikipedia of the Colter family history, beginning with his father—an infamous football player turned sporting commentator—to the two older brothers. One who currently plays for Texas and the other who plays for Washington.

And twin pics.

Sooo many twin pics. Photographs of them as children, donning football uniforms. Prom pictures and pictures of their rookie football year at Wisconsin, how they ended up in the Midwest is a puzzle, considering they’re from Texas.

“Huh. So he wasn’t full of crap after all.”

My eyes stray to that cocky smile, the sparkle in those brown eyes, the messy, sweat-soaked hair.

Heart racing, I zoom in.

Perfectly straight teeth, high cheekbones, big hands.

How annoyingly good looking are these two?

Older brothers equally so.

What on earth was in the water growing up?

Give me some of that…

Drew:Deal

Drew:When should we make this happen?

Daisy:Er Idk. I feel like that’s up to you because you’re probably way busier than I am?

Drew:Actually, that’s false. I have nothing but time.

I highly doubt that’s true, but it’s kind of him to say so.

Daisy:Um. This weekend?

Drew:Really? You want to wait that long?

Drew:What about tomorrow?

Daisy:We have class.

Drew:Let’s skip it.

Daisy:I am not skipping class to go on a date.

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