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)
Daisy: Um. This weekend?
Drew: Really? You want to wait that long?
Drew: What about tomorrow?
Daisy: We have class.
Drew: Let’s skip it.
Daisy: I am not skipping class to go on a date.
Drew: Why not?
Daisy: Um, because the man literally gives us at least one quiz per class, sometimes TWO.
Drew: Exactly. It’s a quiz, not a test…
He does have a point.
Daisy: The class is only once a week.
Drew: Yeah and it’s mind-numbing.
Daisy: Some of us have to get good grades because we HAVE to get good jobs when we graduate.
I clamp a hand over my mouth at the same time he replies back: Ouch…
Daisy: That was so rude. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.
Drew: You can make it up to me by skipping class.
Drew: Live a little…
I don’t love being manipulated, but on the other hand, it wouldn’t kill me to skip the class.
I nibble on my bottom lip.
Daisy: LOL no
Drew: It was worth asking, I guess.
It’s also worth watching him beg, if begging is actually happening here. Hard to tell.
Daisy: Hmmm *taps chin*
Drew: You’re tapping your chin? Does that mean you’re thinking about it?
Daisy: Maybe
Drew: Maybe isn’t a no
Daisy: But it also isn’t a yes.
Drew: But it also isn’t a no, which means now the odds are 50/50. I like my new odds.
Daisy: I guess if you have an argument that could convince me to play hooky…
Drew: So what you’re saying is I can change your mind… Compromise. I like it.
Drew: 1. The prof is a wanker whose only interest is hearing the sound of his own voice.
Daisy: **yawns** That has already been established.
Drew: 2. YOLO
Daisy: Wow. People are still saying YOLO?
Drew: 3. If you haven’t skipped the class this semester, you won’t fall behind. It’s the same class every single class.
He is not wrong, not even a little bit.
Even so, skipping a class for a boy feels desperate. Doesn’t it?
I may need to phone a friend for this, shooting a message to Stella, who isn’t home but probably has her phone in her hand.
I’m taking a poll. If a girl is asked on a date, but the girl has a class, should she skip it for a guy?
That depends. Who is the girl, and who is the guy?
Um. I don’t want to say.
DAISY MAY, YOU BETTER TELL ME WHO YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.
My middle name is not May, by the way—it’s Bethany—but that’s what Stella loves calling me, and I hadn’t wanted to give her details because I need her to be objective.
I need an impartial 3rd party to answer this poll.
Then you shouldn’t have come to me, especially if it involves you. Ha ha.
Fine. The girl is me, and the guy is…
Drew Colter
DAISY MAY ELIZABETH BETHANY ARE YOU FUCKING KITTEN ME RIGHT MEOW. YOU BETTER GO ON THAT DATE
Well. I guess I have my answer—a biased one but an answer nonetheless.
Are you SURE? Because right now, we’re just friends, and I don’t want to ruin it.
If you do not go on this date, I am breaking up with you, and I’m packing up my things and moving out. The only other eligible bachelor on campus worth salivating over is Drake Colter, and he will never settle down. Drew is the next best thing.
My heart squeezes.
Drew is the next best thing?
Is that how people see them? Drake as the prize and Drew as the consolation?
I instantly get a glimpse into what being a Colter might be like, and I don’t love it for him.
Let me know how it goes. I’m in the middle of letting Tyler Turnbow give me a foot rub…
I nod and reply:
I’ll send screenshots.
I switch to the app to message Drew.
Daisy to Drew: Alright, I have confirmation that I can hang out with you tomorrow.
Drew: I don’t even know what that means. Confirmation?
Daisy: Yes, I asked a friend what she thought, and she gave me the thumbs-up.
Drew: I’m sure she did LOL
Daisy: Hey, don’t get cocky. I didn’t even tell her who asked me to hang out.
Drew: Would you stop saying hang out? We’re going on a date, not hanging out.
Drew: Stop trying to keep me in the friend zone.
Daisy: LOL, sorry, I can’t help myself. It’s my way of keeping you humble.
Drew: I AM HUMBLE! As apple pie!
Daisy: Guess we’ll see tomorrow when I get you out of the classroom environment and into a more casual one.
fifteen
drake
Dude got so drunk he asked his own girlfriend if she was single.
She said “yes.”
Remember, Drake, you are Drew.
You are your brother.
You are chill. You are sensible.
You are humble.
“I can pull this off,” I tell my reflection, chin confidently angled, jawline set.
Honestly, I already have this half in the bag, considering I’m wearing Drew’s face.
Shaved.
Deodorant on the pits, smelling good.
Even stole one of Drew’s tee shirts rather than wear one of mine—a blue polo shirt with a tiny embroidered alligator on the chest.