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)
“It means you’re cool.” I wink at him.
Yeah, that’s right, I winked at Drew Colter.
Then I widen my eyes at him. “Aren’t you going to hit the ball?”
His mouth opens at my nerve, then closes as if he wants to say more things but can’t decide what, and my stomach flutters. Honest to God flutters.
He hesitates before gently hitting the ball toward the hole beneath the windmill. It narrowly misses the slowly turning blades, disappearing into the dark.
I do the same.
Well. I miss, obviously, because I suck.
It takes at least four tries before I can get the ball into the base of the windmill, and just like that, it’s gone.
Game over.
Or is it game on?
DEAR DIARY…
Me again. Went to the mall today with Tosh, Bev and our new friend Madison, and then to the see the 3rd Barbie movie.
I got a new bra today at the mall when I was there with my friends—it’s pink and lacey and so freaking cute, I can’t wait to wear it even though no one is going to see it. Brandon Tyson asked me to Winter formal but I haven’t told him yes yet. I’m worried that if I say yes, Drew will find out and think I’m dating someone else, which could ruin my chances with him—just in case he's thinking of asking me on a date. Tosha said he looked in my direction during the basketball pep rally so THERE’S ALWAYS A CHANCE.
Xx Tess
CHAPTER 13
DREW
CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS: MADE DINNER FOR TWO. ATE BOTH.
Drake: Bro, what are you up to?
Drew: Nothing. Just took a shower, and I’m getting ready for this bachelor party. Why?
Drake: I’m calling.
My phone rings, and I see my brother calling, wasting no time in video chatting me because it’s not possible for him to be anything other than obnoxious.
I prop the phone on the bathroom counter, on top of a bottle of men’s daily vitamins, and hit Accept.
“What?”
“Can’t I call to see how you’re doing?”
I guess so, but it’s still weird.
I roll my eyes at my twin, who appears to be lounging on his bed.
“Are you that miserable?”
I grab the deodorant and pluck the top off, rubbing under one armpit, then the other.
“No, I’m not miserable. I just got done playin’ golf with Tess.”
Drake’s eyebrows go up curiously. “Playin’ golf with Tess? Since when do either of you play golf?”
“Miniature golf,” I amend.
“With Tess,” my brother deadpans. “Who is Tess?”
Is he being serious? “Grady’s sister?” I say it like a question because duh, how does he not remember Tess Donahue? Then again, I barely remembered much about her, but still.
“Why were you spendin’ the morning with Tess and not Grady? What’s that dumb bastard been up to?”
My brother certainly has a way with words. “Workin’.”
“All the time or some of the time?”
“All the time.”
Drake cocks his head, then scratches it. “Now, why the hell would he convince you to fly all the way there—on your dime—then not be around?”
“’Cause he’s a guy and invited me here for the bachelor party. He never promised we were gonna hold hands and have a picnic in the park.”
“What? He just sticks you with his sister and expects you’ll be cool with it?”
I nod, dampening my face so I can shave it. “That sums it up.”
“Who picked you up from the airport?”
“She did.”
Drake is quiet for a few seconds. “And now you’re spendin’ all your time with her?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I take the shaving cream off the counter, spray a dollop in my hand, and spread it out over my face. Cheeks. Chin. Neck.
“So…aren’t you gonna tell me what she’s like?”
I shrug, getting out the razor. “She’s cool.”
My brother looks unsatisfied. “And?”
“And…” I pull the razor down over my cheek, then tap it against the sink beneath the water to rinse the blade. “She’s not what I remember. Like. At all.”
His brows go up again. “Oh? Tell me more.”
I might as well confess what he’ll probably find out when I get home. “When he told me his sister was pickin’ me up from the airport, I was picturing the Tess I remember from when we were young; braces, messy hair. Kind of short.”
Drake is already hanging on my every word.
“And she looks nothing like she looked when she was a kid.” I chuckle, running the razor blade down my throat. “Like nothing like how I remember her.”
“What does that mean? How does she look?”
“She’s tall and…really cute.”
“Cute.”
I sigh.
He’s so exhausting. “Yes, cute. Hot, pretty, gorgeous, take your pick, dude.”
“Aw, I bet she’d be so flattered.”
“Fuck you. I said she was cute. You’re the one who forced me to say those other adjectives.”
Drake lets out a burst of laughter. “Calm your tits, bro. I was kidding.”
I continue shaving my face, trying to ignore him.
He does love egging me on and getting me worked up, not that it’s hard.