Page 95 of How to Win the Girl

“Yeah, you. Quit wastin’ your time with the girl next door and the fan girls and the plastics, and meet someone who gives a shit about who you really are.”

I did meet someone who gives a shit about who I really am, and she thinks I’m you.

Or that you’re me.

Whatever, you get what I mean.

Except.

I don’t say that because I can’t.

Because I love my brother, and suddenly, he’s in love with Daisy, and I won’t be the one to wrap my hand around his heart and crush it.

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Being single isn’t easy. Sometimes you start missing the person you made eye-contact with across the Quad.

Drake:

You in bed?

Daisy:

Just climbed in, how about you?

Same. You tired?

Not really—I was going to sit on my phone and play around, as per usual. You?

Kind of tired but I have a lot on my mind so I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep. Should probably take some melatonin or something ha ha.

What’s on your mind?

Not much—thinking about how it went introducing you to my bother.

Ha. I said bother when I meant brother. Freudian slip.

Why would you be thinking about it? Don’t you think it went well? Did he not like me?

My heart races, and for a moment, I can’t freaking believe Drake is still pretending to be his twin, but then I remember he doesn’t know that I know. Still. He has the balls to message me as Drew from his own phone when I changed the contact information when the REAL Drew Colter gave me his REAL phone number.

We’ve been chatting here and again since our revenge plot, but considering there wasn’t any actual chemistry, it’s been light banter and not much else.

No sparks.

Not the same sparks I had with Drake, and those weren’t even real. He was playing a role.

Yeah he likes you, why would you worry about that?

Um, every girl worries a guy’s family is going to like her. Do you not know anything about women?!

I tease him, to poke the bear.

There’s a certain freedom not thinking about every word I plan on typing; not thinking through every sentence I send because we’re no longer in the stage where we want to impress one another. We are not dating, we never were.

So I can say what I want.

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