Page 37 of How to Score Off Field

“And she looks nothing like she looked when she was a kid.” I chuckle, running the razor blade down my throat. “Like nothing like how I remember her.”

“What does that mean? How does she look?”

“She’s tall and…really cute.”

“Cute.”

I sigh.

He’s so exhausting. “Yes, cute. Hot, pretty, gorgeous, take your pick, dude.”

“Aw, I bet she’d be so flattered.”

“Fuck you. I said she was cute. You’re the one who forced me to say those other adjectives.”

Drake lets out a burst of laughter. “Calm your tits, bro. I was kidding.”

I continue shaving my face, trying to ignore him.

He does love egging me on and getting me worked up, not that it’s hard.

“What else?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. You called me, so why am I the one havin’ to make conversation? I’m shaving.”

“What’s the plan for later?”

“Don’t know. Drinkin’, barhoppin’, the honky-tonk.”

“Ugh, the honky-tonk!” Drake whines. “I wanna come. Why didn’t anyone invite me?”

“Because you wouldn’t have come.”

He nods. “That’s true. I wouldn’t have. But I still like bein’ invited.”

My brother loves telling people no.

He’s such a dick.

“Go back to the Tess Donahue stuff.”

“What more do you want to know?”

He gives me a look that says, ‘are you fucking kidding me right now? What do you think I want to know, idiot.’

“Is she into you?” Drake pauses. “Better yet, are you into her?”

I sigh again. “Fine. If you really must know, yeah. I think so.”

He pulls a face. “Uh. Which is it?”

“Both?”Actually,“I don’t know.”

“Dude, this is why you’re single.”

“No, I’m single because you’re dating my girlfriend.” I laugh, bringing up the fact that he hand-selected a girl for me and then fell in love with her. But I don’t like bringing up the past, and I didn’t actually know about Daisy when he was courting her and just like to give him shit about it ’cause that’s what brothers do.

“Ouch. That hurt me, kind of.”

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