Page 83 of How to Win the Girl

“Guess we won’t know until we know.” I hear Drew moving around his bedroom; it sounds like he’s plopping down on the bed.

“So. You want me to come over?”

I hear a thump. “Yeah. Tomorrow?”

Uh-huh. “I can do tomorrow.”

“It’s a date.”

twenty-two

drake

You call it a one night stand. I call it “catch and release.”

I haven’t heardfrom Daisy in twenty-four hours.

Not that I’ve tried texting her; I don’t want to look needy or desperate or like…

I miss her.

Daisy:You’re sitting here ignoring me.

Drew:Are you in class? I don’t see you.

I sit staring at our messages from last night, running a hand down my face. So cringe.

I don’t even want to know what happened in that lecture hall, or what was said between my brother and Daisy.

You should be glad they finally met. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?

Yes.

No.

How the fuck am I supposed to know what I want anymore? First, it was one thing, and now it’s another thing entirely. I have no idea what end is up.

Don’t think about it anymore. What’s done is done, and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.

Still, Drew hadn’t said a word about it when he walked in the door, and I would have known because I was sitting right there in the living room waiting to pounce.

Instead, he’d walked in and set his bag down in the same spot where he set his bag every Wednesday night. Gave me the same look he gives me, walked past to the kitchen for a snack.

Same as always.

It was weird.

Maybe she wasn’t actually in class?

Of course she was in class, halfwit—she messaged to find out why you were ignoring her. Don’t kid yourself.

Drew was there.

Daisy was there.

My stomach churns.

Shoot her a message, man. She’s probably wondering why you’ve been so quiet.

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