Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
And I’m trying not to be a creeper. It’s not like I’m openly staring, but dude, I haven’t seen her in years, and now that I have seen her, the juxtaposed thoughts I have about her in my mind are freaking me out.
Also, I’ve had a few beers, so that doesn’t help dial the thoughts down in my brain.
Grady slaps me on the back, laughing at something stupid. His laughter is loud and obnoxious, mostly because he’s approaching drunk. But what else is new? I love Grady, but he can’t tip them back as hard as he thinks he can without the blood alcohol level rising quicker than it does for someone my height and weight.
He’s not a big dude, not by any stretch, so he cannot drink like one.
He laughs again, snorting.
“You should go over there and talk to her, dude. She keeps looking over here,” he’s telling me none-too-quietly and in front of other people.
I’m lost. “Who are we talkin’ ’bout?”
“Lizzy.”
Lizzy who? “I have no fuckin’ idea who you’re talking about.”
No offense to Lizzy. I’m sure she’s a nice girl.
Grady rolls his eyes. “I thought the point of you comin’ home was to let loose a little. You’ve been hidin’ in a corner all damn night. Don’t try denyin’ it.”
So what if I am? I don’t feel comfortable being the center of attention in crowds, and lucky for me, most people have left me alone. No one is hanging on me the way they do at school. Girls aren’t trying to grab my junk or grabbing my ass or vying for my attention, hoping I’ll take them home.
That always gets on my nerves.
My twin, on the other hand? He used to eat that shit up.
The funny thing is, now that he has a serious girlfriend, it doesn’t seem to stop the chicks from hitting on him even though you’d have to live under a rock if you didn’t know he was seeing someone.
SportsCenter plastered the story and Daisy’s pretty face all over the evening news.
And I’m not getting that desperation here.
No one here cares that I play football because literally everyone here plays football.
A few dudes here tonight play for other schools—a few of them are Wisconsin’s conference rivals. The fact is, I’ll be back in Texas in a few months to play one of them…
So yeah.
I ain’t shit, and they’re letting me know it.
“Lizzy is the one over there in the hot pink dress.”
I follow his gaze to the other side of the room to the clique of girls near the small entryway, clustered at the base of the stairs, and give the girl in the hot pink dress a quick perusal.
Small.
Compact.
Blonde.
“She’s not my type,” I finally say to get him to climb down off my nuts.
“Bullshit. She’s everyone’s type.”
“Not mine.” Seriously, just ’cause she’s cute doesn’t mean my dick will automatically get hard for her.
What an idiot.
I give Grady the side-eye. “What about you, bro? You’re single. Why aren’t you over there taking your own advice?”
He ducks his head to hide his grin. “I’ve kind of been talkin’ to someone.”
“Hold up.” My brows lift in surprise. “You’ve been talkin’ to someone and haven’t told me about it?”
“Dude, not so loud.”
I smack him on the bicep. “Dude, no one’s listenin’. Tell me who you’re talkin’ to. Where’d you meet her?”
“An app.” He sounds embarrassed.
“Why are you embarrassed? Drake met Daisy on an app.” It’s almost impossible to meet someone in person these days. Even when you meet them organically in the wild, there’s still no guarantee there will be chemistry on the first date.
I should know.
I spent the first half of this year putting myself out there and asking girls out and look where it got me. My brother is dating the girl he catfished on my behalf.
He has the balls to roll his eyes at me. “Casey’s real.”
“Kay. I’m just sayin’… I don’t want you wasting your time if this Casey person isn’t real when the actual thing is right in front of you and you’re missing your chances.”
He scoffs. “Take your own advice.” He gives me a nudge. “You act like an old man whose dick has shriveled off.”
I nudge him back. “You should talk. You’re standing right beside me, asshole.”
Grady laughs. “Hey, we’re here for Lucas. Not to get laid.”
I clamp him on the shoulder. “I mostly came to see you. I could give a shit about Lucas. You were right when you said I needed to let loose and chill, but…” My shoulders move up and down in a shrug. “Not sure how to. I just need to unwind and not overthink everything.”
“Not sure how? Brother, the answer is right here!” He lifts his red cup high in the air. “Listen up, everyone,” he shouts. “Our friend Drew here needs your help letting loose. Who wants to be the first one to welcome him home?”