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)
I stand aside to let him pass. “After you.”
“No, no, after you.”
My head shakes. “I insist.”
As our stare down ensues, students graze past, some of them curiously staring, others greet Drake, the rest of them ignore us but walk through the door I’m holding open.
“Go,” I tell him assertively. “I have all day to stand here.”
I don’t actually have time to stand here playing doorman, but he doesn’t need to know that. It’s none of his dang business.
Drake purses his lips. “Ladies first.”
“Oh my god!” My outburst is loud. A few people in the student union look over at us. “Would you go already!”
With a laugh, he walks, and I wait a few heartbeats before letting the door close behind me, then wait a few heartbeats more so he’s more than a few feet in front.
I am not walking next to this Neanderthal.
“Why doesn’t it matter that Drew is a twin?”
Are we still doing this?
I sigh. “Because, like I said, we’re not going to date. ‘Your brother’ and I are just friends.”
I use air quotes around the words “your brother,” still not trusting that Drew isn’t playing a prank on me, despite a few people greeting him as Drake. Which by the way is weird? If they’re twins, they’re identical, and how the frick are people able to tell them apart?
“Does my brother know you’re ‘just friends’?”
I shrug. How the heck should I know? “I’m sure he does—we only swiped on each other because we were annoyed with each other.” The same way he’s annoying me now. Are these two guys always this…
Exasperating?
“Also,” I continue. “When a guy likes someone, he asks her out. And he hasn’t asked me out. We’ve been chatting long enough for that to have happened already. Plus in class he leaves me alone.”
He’s walking backward as if he does it every day. People are careful not to smash into or crash into him, swerving to avoid him.
“Should I tell him to?”
“I don’t care what you do.” We just met. Nor am I about to spill my guts to him about what I want and don’t want from a relationship or who I want one with.
Is this twin dude annoying?
Yes.
Would it be cool if Drew grew a pair of balls and asked me on a date?
Sure.
Do I want him asking me out because his brother tells him to?
Absolutely maybe.
thirteen
drake
Telling a chick to “calm down” when she’s mad is like trying to baptize a cat.
I heard you met my brother today.
I hit send, keeping the app open, waiting for those tiny words to appear on the screen: seen at 5:17
Three dots appear.
Disappear.
Daisy: That wasn’t you in disguise?
That message makes me smile.
I mean—it was me, but she doesn’t know what—and I have no idea what possessed me to be myself, but in hindsight, I wish I had pretended to be Drew. Not me.
Because judging by the disgusted looks Daisy was giving me, she doesn’t like me for me, but there is only one way to find out.
Me: That wasn’t a great disguise if it was LOL
Daisy: Wait—so that seriously was your brother?
Me: Yes, that was my brother.
Daisy: Why didn’t you tell me you have a TWIN?! A twin is a big deal!
Me: Is it????
I add more question marks than necessary because she’s being dramatic about it.
Daisy: YES!
Me: I mentioned my brothers.
Daisy: But wasn’t it your OLDER brothers you mentioned, not one that’s your CLONE who also goes to school here, who I could bump into at any time. I looked like an idiot.
No, she looked adorable.
Hair in two braids down her back, Daisy had on an oversized tee shirt and jeans, feet in sandals, pink toes peeking out.
Yes, I noticed her toes.
Yes, I noticed her freckles.
Yes, I noticed her boobs, the blush on her cheeks when she started to get irritated with me, and the way she kept rolling her eyes.
And.
Her perfume.
Me: I’m sure that’s not true. I bet you looked cute.
Daisy: That’s not what I meant when I said I looked like an idiot, LOL. I meant he probably thought I was a moron, the only person on the planet who didn’t know he existed.
Which, honestly, is refreshing.
Better than girls using us because they think we’re their meal ticket. Lock down a football player with an NFL future, become an influencer who stays home, sucks dick for a living, buys expensive purses and shoes, shows off on the internet for strangers.
Yeah, no thanks.
Not knocking anyone’s girlfriends or wives, but it happens to some really great dudes blinded by the big titties and fake hair.
Don’t date with your dick, our older brother always used to tell us. And in turn, I’ve shared that wisdom with my teammates.
Some of them listen; some of them don’t.
Drew: Drake doesn’t care if you knew who he was or not. He was just happy to meet you.