Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
As soon as I saw DAISY, 21 on the dating app, I was sucked in for the sake of sticking it to her more so than anything.
Clearly, I have no interest in her for Drew. Nor myself.
All I wanted to do was tell her what a bitter troll she is and move on with my life.
But like a sucker, almost two weeks later, we’re still at it, bantering back and forth in spurts.
Despite whatever this weird communication is we’ve established, Daisy still refused to sit near me, as Drew, in Mass Comm, the second week in a row my brother couldn’t get his shit together enough to attend, over scheduling himself with a course load he shouldn’t be taking.
My phone pings the exact moment I look over at her, down the rows to the center of the seating to where her head is bent, hands poised over her laptop.
She’s taking notes the way I should be.
Daisy: How did your date go with what’s-her-face?
Drew C: How are you messaging me? Two seconds ago, you were taking notes.
Daisy: Texting on my computer. So. How did your date go with what’s-her-face?
Drew C: Which what’s-her-face do you speak of?
Daisy: I don’t know, the last person you told me about going out with it was a date dash, right before you hit the gym?
Drew C: Ohhh herrrr. Yeah, it was a no.
Daisy: How was she a no??
Drew C: Turns out, she was a gold-digger.
Daisy: LOL
Drew C: What’s so damn funny?
Daisy: Do you HAVE gold for her to dig?
I glance over at Daisy again.
We make eye contact despite the distance between our seats.
I stick my tongue out and pull a face.
My phone vibrates.
Daisy: Did you just stick your tongue out at me?
Drew C: Oh, you caught that?
Daisy: Um, yeah—you stuck your tongue all the way out.
Drew C: LOL I was flirting.
Daisy: No, you literally were not.
Drew C: How would you know?
Daisy: Because only seven-year-old boys stick their tongues out at people.
Drew C: #foreveryoung.
Daisy: Stop messaging me. I’m trying to concentrate.
Drew C: Oh PLEASE this saggy sac of nuts hasn’t said anything remotely relevant to this class. All he does is filibuster about himself.
I pat myself for the use of big words: relevant. Filibuster. Remotely.
Wonder if she’ll be impressed with Drew’s vocab. I’m certainly impressed with mine.
Daisy: You did not just call the professor a saggy nut sack…
Drew C: Yeah, in fact, I did, and also, it’s SAC when you’re talking about balls, which you are.
Daisy: You are making me dumber.
Drew C: I’m not wrong, tho.
Drew C: So how is the online dating going for you? It can’t be easy for someone like you to meet someone.
Daisy: Um. What does THAT mean?
Drew C: Nothing. It just means you’re independent, and it doesn’t seem like you put up with much bullshit, and dudes this age are all about bullshit.
Trust me. I know.
Daisy: You’re not wrong, but I’m also slightly butt hurt that you think it’s hard for me to meet people.
Drew C: Not people. Just dudes.
Daisy: That’s what I meant by people.
Drew C: Oh. I was being literal.
Daisy: No shit?
Drew C: See. There you go being sarcastic.
Daisy: Like I said, I’m butt hurt.
Drew C: So any dates lined up?
Daisy: I went on one over the weekend, but I wouldn’t call it a date.
Drew C: What would you call it?
Daisy: Idk, we met for coffee, which is lame? But easy I guess.
Drew C: Dudes don’t want to spend money on a chick they probably aren’t going to actually date, and if it was during the day, he knew he probably wasn’t getting laid, either.
I glance over at her and she’s turned around, her mouth falling open. “What the hell,” she mouths.
It’s bonkers that I can understand her.
Daisy: OBVIOUSLY, he wasn’t getting laid. I don’t even know the guy, why would I sleep with him??
Does she not know how casual sex works? Or is she just the type of girl who has to be in a quote-unquote meaningful relationship before she’ll fuck a dude.
I’m so tempted to ask.
Drew C: Like that’s ever stopped anyone LOL
Daisy: Yes, I’m aware of that. What I meant was, I’m not that kind of girl.
Drew C: So you’ve never slept with anyone on a first date?
Daisy: No.
Drew C: Ever had a one-night stand?
Daisy: Actually, yes, not that it’s any of your business.
I put my hands up—she’s right, it isn’t any of my business, but somehow, this is the way this conversation veered, and I went with the flow.
ABORT THE FLOW.
ABORT.
THE.
FLOW.
Daisy: Have you ever had an actual relationship???
I have to think about this one. Drew hasn’t dated much, but in high school, he did have a girlfriend our senior year. He didn’t have much time for her, but he freaking loved her—then, for whatever reason, after we moved into college, he never heard from her again. She totally ghosted him, which was odd since she was sort of a nerd?