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)
Party my ass.
I hate when my neighbors throw parties…
I haven’t been to one in ages.
Oh! Maybe that’s what we should do this weekend for our date. You know how we were talking about it, maybe we should go to a frat party! My roommate Stella is dating a guy in one.
Not really, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Uh, sure. We could do that.
Yay! There’s an Anything But Clothes party on Saturday. I’ll have to start planning my outfit. Yours should be easy, LOL you won’t even need a shirt.
Cool.
Do you think your brother would come?
Which brother? I have 3
I roll my eyes. He’s being purposely obtuse.
Drake, your twin???
Oh yeah, him. I can ask.
Good, ’cause I wouldn’t mind being in a Drew and Drake sandwich.
WHAT????
LOL I’m kidding. I just wanted to see what you would say.
Oh. Ha ha.
I’m picturing your face right now, and I’m dying laughing.
I bet you are…sassy girl.
Sassy.
I shiver, delighting at the nickname.
twenty-eight
drake
Wanted by many. Taken by none.
Looking at some, waiting for one.
“You’re going to a frat party with Daisy tonight,” I announce as I hop into the cab of the truck with Drew behind the steering wheel.
“I am?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh.” He buckles his seat belt and puts the key in the ignition. “Why?”
“Because she wants to? Because she hasn’t been to one in a while and thinks it’ll be fun.”
His head swivels. “How do you know this?”
“’Cause. She told me.”
“Bro.” Drew leans back, shooting me a poignant stare, resting his arm on the back of the seat. “Are you still talkin’ to her?”
Shit.
I forgot I wasn’t supposed to have contact with her anymore.
“She messaged me thinking I was you, so I responded.”
Drew looks out the front window, staring across the street. He nods.
“Okay. I’ll take her to a frat party if that’s what she wants.”
He starts the engine with a whistle, the matter settled.
“That’s it?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted me to say?”
“Yes.”
No.
I wanted him to argue and tell me he just met her and doesn’t like her nearly enough to subject himself to a fucking fraternity party. A house full of douchebags isn’t his scene, nor is it mine, but here we are.
What a clusterfuck.
“Then why do you sound so bent?”
“I don’t.”
My brother laughs, pulling out into the street and hanging a left, driving in the direction of the gym.
“You’re coming—obviously.”
“That sounds like my worst nightmare.”
…I wouldn’t mind being in a Drew and Drake sandwich.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, turning my head so I can stare out the window and not at my brother’s smiling, happy face.
“Tough shit,” he tells me cheerfully, resuming his whistle. “What are you so pissed off about, anyway?”
“I’m not pissed off.”
He grunts. “How long has it been since you’ve gotten your pole waxed?”
Too long.
But letting Shannon or any other random suck my dick holds zero appeal to me now.
“None of your business,” I tell him. “How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid?”
For whatever reason, he finds this hilarious, tipping his head back and laughing, reaching to turn the radio on. “Long enough, but things seem to be turnin’ around.”
Damn.
That was a visual I didn’t need.
…I wouldn’t mind being in a Drew and Drake sandwich.
Why’d she have to go and say that?
Not that I’d ever entertain the idea of sharing my girlfriend—least of all with a brother, least of all my fuckin’ twin.
I can’t get Daisy or her smart mouth out of my mind; not while we’re at the gym, not while I’m in the shower getting ready for this party, not when Drew leaves the house early to fetch her.
Not when I’m yanking a navy blue tee shirt over my head, pulling it down over the waistband of my jeans.
Staring in the mirror, I curse myself.
“You just had to meddle in his business, didn’t ya?”
Yup.
’Cause that’s what I’ve always done.
No changing me now.
This was a terrible idea.
Because I hate these freakin fraternity parties and
I have to watch Daisy smile up at my brother, who also hates these freaking parties.
People keep trying to talk to me, which makes it difficult to spy on Daisy and Drew, who have managed to keep their hands off each other.
Then again, we’ve only just arrived, and none of us are drinking (yet). The keg on the back porch seems too far from where I’m currently standing, doing my best to look like I’m minding my own.
I’m not.
I’ve been hovering like a chaperone at a middle school dance, bumping into Drew and interrupting their conversation since the second I arrived; Drew, who happens to also be wearing a navy blue tee shirt almost identical to mine.
Happens sometimes.
Would have been great had it not been tonight. The last thing I need to do is mingle and be confused for my brother while I’m trying to forget this entire mess is because I pretended to be him.
Still.
The first few minutes after I walk through the door are spent correcting classmates who think I’m Drew or that he is me, eyes homed on his back as he guides her through the massive ground floor of the house.