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)
Drew C: Define “Actual relationship”
Daisy: Are you being serious right now?
Drew C: No LOL. I just like to get your panties in a twist.
Daisy: Well that would be impossible because I’m not wearing any.
I look over at her again.
She’s not looking back.
Drew C: Seriously???
Daisy: YES, I’M WEARING PANTIES. God, you’re easy.
Drew C: And yes, I’ve been in an actual relationship. Only one, and I was young.
Daisy: How long did it last?
Shit, I have no idea how long Drew dated that chick—I can barely remember her name, she never came to our house, and I don’t recall them going to any dances together? Or maybe they must have, I’ve seen a picture of the idiot in a tuxedo wearing a bright-blue cummerbund. Where the hell was I?
Drew C: I don’t remember. A few months?
Daisy: You can’t REMEMBER?
Drew C: I was in HIGH SCHOOL. It’s not like I planned to marry the girl. Why would I remember how long it lasted? I was 17.
Daisy: Okay, okay, valid.
Drew C: What about you? Since you’re so nosy about what I’m doing.
Daisy: Yeah, I’ve had boyfriends. My last relationship ended about 6 months ago.
Daisy: And before you ask WHY, it was because he thought it was getting too serious.
Drew C: Um….was it?
Daisy: NO. I’m 21, I had no idea what he was talking about. If he wasn’t into it, he could have just said I’M NOT INTO YOU ANYMORE instead of acting like we were about to get engaged when all the guy did was take me to a few movies. Men…
Drew C: …are pussies
Daisy: LOL
Drew C: I’m not kidding. Do you want to know where my brother met his girlfriend? He was paid to dump her by her boyfriend.
Daisy: Wait. WHAT???
Drew C: Yeah, she was dating some douche on the football team who didn’t want to date her anymore, and he was too chickenshit to do the dumping himself so he gave my brother $50 to dump her for him.
Daisy: FIFTY BUCKS??? That’s it??
Drew C: I mean, I think that’s all he could afford.
Drew C: Anyway, she was SUPER pissed about it, but not really about being dumped. She was more irritated because my brother had the audacity. It was love at first fight. HAHA
Daisy: 50 bucks seems like a steal to get someone else to dump your girlfriend.
Drew C: Don’t it?
Daisy: I would be SO PISSED. Like seriously furious.
Drew C: Yeah, so was Ryann but now she’s my roommate, so. Guess it all worked out.
Daisy: Your roommate?
Drew C: Yeah, my brother got drafted, and she took his room. Which is bullshit because it’s the biggest bedroom in the house and next to the bathroom.
Drew C: The good news is she doesn’t stink up the bathroom like my other brother does.
Daisy: Other brother?
Drew C: I have another brother that goes here.
Daisy: Ahh. I have zero brothers who go here.
I’m surprised she doesn’t launch into a million questions about me, my brothers, our family—the way most people do, especially woman, who suddenly become interested in everything about us.
Daisy does not ask.
Does that mean she doesn’t care? Or is she being polite?
Hmm.
Weird.
I’m both oddly surprised and oddly disappointed, I was bracing myself for an onslaught and was looking forward to shutting it down, but instead, all she does is says, I have zero brothers who go here.
My knee begins to shake.
I check my phone for the time, half out of my seat by the time the professor excuses us for the break, grabbing Drew’s backpack and hoofing it out of there.
nine
drake
After we had sex she said, “You’re probably not going to remember my name tomorrow, are you?”
I said, “Honestly, I don’t even remember your name right now.”
“Dude, why are you back? Class doesn’t end for another forty-five minutes.”
He’s staring at me from beneath the arch between the kitchen and the living room, holding what appears to be a glue stick and a Styrofoam ball.
“Class doesn’t end for another forty-five? Weird.”
My twin brother stares blankly, and I stare back, thinking damn, he’s good looking.
“Why’d you leave?”
“Hey.” I throw down. “If you’re not gonna go yourself, then don’t start ridin’ my ass about leavin’ early. That class is mind-numbing. I can’t fuckin’ stand it.”
The only entertaining part is messaging back and forth with Daisy and even that wasn’t enough to entertain me for another hour.
I set his backpack down next to the stairs before crossing the room and plopping down on the sofa. Snatching the remote control, I point it at the TV.
“Dude.” I begin only after I’ve found a show to watch. “I have someone I think you should meet.”
Daisy might be a little more assertive than Drew is used to, but she seems like a good catch and a decent human, and she makes for good conversation.
Plus, she’s cute, especially when she’s fired up, which is most of the time.