Page 78 of How to Win the Girl

My spirits fall. “Oh.”

Last week.

Then it hits me.

He was trying to set his brother up with me last week, then he went on a date with me himself last night.

Everyone around us is moving back into the lecture hall, the time to socialize and respite gone.

“I’m sorry about all this.” Drew smiles at me.

It’s a nice smile; a kind smile.

Unlike the lady-killing smolder of his twin brother.

“Don’t apologize.” He hadn’t done anything wrong.

His brother had.

“Do you want…” Drew has his hands in his pockets, bashfully watching me. “Wanna bring your stuff over and sit by me? I feel like we still have more to talk about.”

I shake my head. “How about after class? I probably need a minute.”

The entire time I'm sitting in class, all I can do is think about all the things Drake has said to me over the course of the two weeks we've been talking. All the joking and flirting. And let's not forget about the kiss we had last night after our date.

The kiss he apologized for.

Oh my god, the kiss makes a whole lot more sense to me now. Drake was apologizing because he felt like he had hand-picked me to date his brother and here, he was macking on me.

Probably felt guilty.

Bastard.

Of course, I can't stop my eyes from straying over to his brother now that I know this is not the same person. They truly do look alike; it's hard not to sit here and stare.

Drew turns his head and looks at me several times with a quirky little smile on his face that gives me a warm, friendly vibe. He doesn't seem as bothered by this as I do, but perhaps that's because he has done the twin switch before and they’re used to this sort of thing.

Have they ever considered the collateral damage from doing crap like this?

Damage being me and my hurt feelings?

It’s bizarre, this feeling. Definitely like being catfished but also not?

He has the same face, but he’s obviously not the same human; the whole situation is fucked up.

I bite down on my bottom lip.

Does this mean Drake Drew whoever he is… has feelings for me? Yes, yes—I know. We’d only had our one date and it was for about an hour, and it was at a bar and grille, but so what. It still counts for something, yeah?

If it’s possible he has feelings for me, it’s just as likely that he doesn’t.

Was he acting like his brother the whole time, or was he being himself?

It felt real.

Our date wasfun.

On the other hand, what kind of asshole does this? To me, or his own brother?

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