Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Tess: You went to the gym? Damn. I took a nap.
Drew: LOL, I didn’t have a choice. My damn brother was waiting for me when I walked in the door with my bag. He’s such a pain in the ass.
Tess: He always was kind of, wasn’t he? Haven’t seen him in years, so obviously, I don’t know if he’s changed.
Drew: He hasn’t. Still butts into my business, he’s still loud as hell, he’s still a psycho when it comes to football. He lives and breathes it. Thank god he has a girlfriend now, she keeps him grounded.
Tess: Does she?
Drew: No, not really. LOL
Tess: He was never the modest type was he?
Drew: Not even a little…
Tess: And what about you?
Drew: I’m definitely the modest type.
Tess: I wouldn’t argue with that. You’re such a nice guy. I can’t see you being anything but humble…
Drew: Ugh, “a nice guy.” Is that the kiss of death?
Tess: NO! I meant it as a compliment…
Drew: ’Cause you know what they say about nice guys
Tess: What? That they’re the freakiest, and you have to watch out for them? Ha.
Drew: Nah. They say nice guys finish last.
Tess: Do they? Hmm, I hadn’t heard ;)
Drew: You’re funny.
Tess: Just teasing you…
Drew: So. Speaking of being freaky—should we talk about what happened this weekend?
Tess: What happened this weekend?!
Drew: You’re cute, do you know that?
Tess: **fluffs hair** I try
Drew: I’m being serious. Should we talk about this weekend?
Tess: I mean, we can if you want to, but I’m scared to.
Drew: Scared? Why?
Tess: I’m scared you’re going to tell me to forget it, it was just fun, no hard feelings, let’s be friends, don’t make it weird.
Drew: Want to know something?
Tess: What
Drew: That’s exactly what I was worried YOU were going to tell me.
Tess: Seriously? Or are you messing with me?
Drew: Why would I mess with you? I’m being serious. Just because I’m a guy doesn’t mean I want to be rejected.
Tess: You’re not just a guy. You’re Drew freaking Colter
Drew: Drew FREAKING Colter? LOLOL
Tess: Quit acting like you’re normal, and you grew up normal around here—everyone treated y’all like gods, and you know it.
Drew: Not me. My brothers, yes. Me, no.
Tess: I’m rolling my eyes so hard. You are all one and the same. No offense, but…
Drew: Fine. I’m stuck with the Colter last name, and you’re right, it comes with certain…stigmas.
Tess: Stigmas? You say it as if it were a bad thing.
Drew: Long story that we don’t have to get in to right now, but honestly, there are days I wish I’d been born into a normal family that didn’t come with such high expectations.
Tess: I’m sure it’s been a lot of pressure.
Drew: Yeah.
Drew: There is no such thing as taking a day off from it.
Tess: I’m sorry.
Drew: Hey, don’t be. It is what it is
Tess: It sounds so depressing when you put it like that. “It is what it is.”
Drew: Okay but it is LOL
Tess: I KNOW but you don’t have to SAY it like that!
Drew: Blah. Change the subject, then.
Tess: Let’s get back to the original subject: the one where you were scared I was going to tell you this weekend was just fun, no let’s be friends, don’t make it weird.
Drew: You forgot the bit about “Don’t tell Grady.”
Tess: Why on earth would I tell my BROTHER? Wait. Didn’t he ask where you’d gone off to when you didn’t show back up at his place Saturday night?
Drew: No actually he did not. He just assumed I went back to someone’s place and banged her.
Tess: I mean…you did.
Drew: He doesn’t have to know that. I don’t need my ass kicked.
Tess: Don’t make me laugh. Grady could not kick your ass. You’re like twice his size.
Drew: It doesn’t matter how big he is. If he’s pissed enough, he could probably take me LOL
Tess: Eh, I doubt it.
Drew: You get my point, though. The last thing I need is my best friend from high school knowing I slept with his sister.
Tess: Hey. Let’s get one thing straight: I banged YOU, okay?
Drew: UM, THAT SOUNDS EVEN WORSE.
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TWENTY-EIGHT
A MORNING TEXT DOESN’T JUST MEAN “GOOD MORNING.” IT ALSO MEANS, “I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU WHEN I WOKE UP.”
Drew: Good morning…
Tess: Oh, hello. Good morning to YOU!
Drew: You’re up early. Do you usually get up at 7?
Tess: Um no, but my phone was vibrating, and I was curious to see who was texting me at 7 IN THE MORNING.
Drew: What time is your first class?
Tess: 8
Drew: See, you would have been awake soon anyway…
Tess: True…
Sixteen hours later.
Drew: Back from my night class. What are y’all up to?
Tess: Getting unpacked from being gone. My roommate is grocery shopping. She went home for break, too.
Drew: It’s weird knowing you have roommates, and shit I haven’t met yet.
Tess: Yes LOL this whole life at school the same way you do. So crazy.