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 shake my head. “How about after class? I probably need a minute.”
The entire time I'm sitting in class, all I can do is think about all the things Drake has said to me over the course of the two weeks we've been talking. All the joking and flirting. And let's not forget about the kiss we had last night after our date.
The kiss he apologized for.
Oh my god, the kiss makes a whole lot more sense to me now. Drake was apologizing because he felt like he had hand-picked me to date his brother and here, he was macking on me.
Probably felt guilty.
Bastard.
Of course, I can't stop my eyes from straying over to his brother now that I know this is not the same person. They truly do look alike; it's hard not to sit here and stare.
Drew turns his head and looks at me several times with a quirky little smile on his face that gives me a warm, friendly vibe. He doesn't seem as bothered by this as I do, but perhaps that's because he has done the twin switch before and they’re used to this sort of thing.
Have they ever considered the collateral damage from doing crap like this?
Damage being me and my hurt feelings?
It’s bizarre, this feeling. Definitely like being catfished but also not?
He has the same face, but he’s obviously not the same human; the whole situation is fucked up.
I bite down on my bottom lip.
Does this mean Drake Drew whoever he is… has feelings for me? Yes, yes—I know. We’d only had our one date and it was for about an hour, and it was at a bar and grille, but so what. It still counts for something, yeah?
If it’s possible he has feelings for me, it’s just as likely that he doesn’t.
Was he acting like his brother the whole time, or was he being himself?
It felt real.
Our date was fun.
On the other hand, what kind of asshole does this? To me, or his own brother?
What kind of guy fakes being his own sibling on a date? I’ve never heard of such a thing!
The balls on this guy.
Seriously.
Drew
Yes, I’ve seen this girl before.
Of course I have; she’s in my Mass Comm class. She’s pretty. Sits always at the right side of the auditorium, usually dressed in a sweatshirt. Of course I’ve noticed— I have a functioning set of eyes, don’t I?
But just because I’ve noticed her doesn’t mean I don’t notice most people. Unlike my brother, I spend a lot of my time making observations so my first impressions aren’t based on assumptions. I assess. I analyze. I weigh options.
Yeah.
She’s attractive.
But so are a lot of people.
“What’s your name, by the way?” I sidle up to her once class is over, walking side by side to the exit of the building.
“Daisy.”
“And you said you’ve been talking to my brother?”
She stops.
Turns.
Sighs louder than any sigh I’ve ever heard.
“Not just talking to him. We went on a date last night, and he kissed me.”
I swallow. “A date?”
This is news to me.
Daisy nods. “Like a date. Not to study.”
I’m tall, so it’s easy for me to keep up with her determined strides. “While he was pretending to be me?”
Daisy nods again. “Yup.”
I let out a low whistle. “Why would he do that?”
It literally makes no sense. He can’t care that much about what I’m doing or that much about my love life enough to hijack it.
“How should I know what goes on in a guy’s head?” She stops in the middle of the sidewalk. “You know him better than anyone—you tell me.”
It could be a million things, but I’ll go with, “Guess he thought he was doing me a favor.”
“Doing you a favor?” It seems to make no sense to her.
“I’ve been on a kick lately, and I’m…” This is going to sound horrible. “Sick of being single.”
I sound like a whiney little bitch, even to my own ears, but the information doesn’t seem to faze her.
She listens patiently, and it’s clear to me what Drake likes about her besides her adorable face.
Personally, I'm still really fucking irritated about what my brother did. Pretending to be me, setting up a profile for me on a dating app, and asking Daisy out on a date? A girl I have a freaking class with? How embarrassing.
But a plan to get back at him takes root in my brain, swirling. And who better to help me than Daisy?
"Hey Daisy, maybe you could help me with something?" I blurt out none too casually, shifting the backpack on my shoulder.
"Help you with what?" Her unflappable expression becomes one of curiosity.
"Well, I was thinking... how about we go out for some revenge on my brother?" I suggest, grinning.
Daisy raises an eyebrow. "Revenge?" She pauses. “What kind of revenge?” It doesn’t sound like she hates the idea.