We never spoke, and he remembered my name!
I would take that flyer and doodle his name on it alongside mine.
Drew + Tess.
Tess Donahue + Drew Colter.
Tess Colter.
TessMirabelleColter.
Tess Mirabelle Donahue-Colter.
Heart.
Star.
More hearts.
Opened my diary that night and wrote:
Dear Diary, it’s me again.
Drew and his buddies came into the lunchroom today and gave me this flyer. Okay, so it wasn’t to me specifically, but he handed it to me and said, “Hey, Tess,” and I thought I was going to die.
He is so cute!!!!
I still haven’t said anything to the girls about having a crush on him. I don’t want them to think I’m out of my dang mind. He’s a Colter, and Colters only love one thing—football.
Homecoming is coming up, and Mom said I can go this year with Bev, Charity, and Tosha, but I don’t want to go if Drew isn’t going, which I doubt he is ’cause he isn’t dating anyone I don’t think.
Grady is going—obviously—with Beth Newman. I can’t stand that B. She’s so rude and treats me like I’m a kid and she’s only a year older. My brother is an idiot with horrible taste in girls and do you think he takes my advice? No. Because Beth Newman has big boobs and laughs at every stupid thing he says. I think she caught me rolling my eyes at her but whatever.
Well, Diary, I should get to bed.
I have tennis lessons in the morning, and Mom said I can’t skip even though it’s going to be hot as Hades. I don’t know why, it’s not like I’m going to play professionally.
Xx Tess, age 14
I folded up the football flyer covered in hearts and doodles and our names, tucking it neatly into my diary and locking it away.
CHAPTER1
DREW
“I’M BEGINNING TO THINK I’M SINGLE BECAUSE I NEVER FORWARDED THOSE CHAIN LETTERS I GOT IN HIGH SCHOOL…”
I’mthe last man standing.
My three brothers have girlfriends, including my twin—the guy no one ever thought would get himself relationshipped has gone and got himself a better half.
Talk about ironic…
I was always supposed to be the one in a relationship, not Drake. Everyone knows he had zero interest in dating! He’s the one who never wanted to date the same person twice or sleep with the same person night after night. Drake wouldn’t go on dating apps to find love. He only went on the dating apps to pretend to be me.
Now look at him, gallivanting around campus like a pig in shit when he intended to find a girlfriend forme.
The universe is a fickle mistress.