How to Win the Girl (Campus Legends #2) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Campus Legends Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
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Me: Interesting

Drew: LOL

Incidentally another voice message pops up and I’m beginning to think Drew Colter has more to say than he originally led on. At least—in class, he doesn’t come off as the deep conversationalist type but the reality is he’s more insightful than he looks.

So much for judging the guy based on first impressions.

“Listen, Daisy Cakes. There is only so much a person can do or control when he’s in the quote-unquote public eye. None of us ask for this, right? We grow up loving the game of football, and in my case, I was born with it in my blood.” He goes on to explain. “My father played. My two older brothers play professionally, and that’s my plan, too. If a woman takes it upon herself to assume I’ll be lured by a sexy photograph, that’s on her—not me. All I can do is block and delete the same way you did with the douche canoe asking you to take off your granny panties.”

My brain racks.

Both his older brothers play professionally? Does that mean they’re pro or that they play in arena leagues? I don’t follow football. If I happen to hit a tailgate or a game, it’s for the food.

I heart snacks and Drew Colter seems to have more layers than an onion.

Not that I’d want to eat an onion…

But you get what I’m saying.

I squirm in the kitchen chair, almost forgetting about the pizza, leaning to gaze through the small oven window.

Bubbling cheese.

Not quite golden enough to be done cooking.

Me: Thanks for sharing that info—it was a good reminder that I shouldn’t lump all guys into one category when it comes to sex.

Drew: I think we’re all guilty of stereotyping, let’s be honest.

Me: Oh?

Drew: Yeah, I mean when I first met you I assumed you were a raging beyotch.

Me: Gee, thanks.

Drew: LOL don’t take it the wrong way

Me: Is there literally any other way to take it???

Drew: ALL I MEANT WAS THAT YOU WERE TRYING TO FOCUS, so I assumed you were a giant nerd.

Drew: But that’s cool ’cause I’m a giant nerd too.

I roll my eyes.

Me: I just rolled my eyes SO hard.

Me: You are NOT a giant nerd, give me a break.

Drew: Try me

Me: What’s the last book you read?

Drew: Lord of the Rings

Me: And WHEN was that?

Drew: Idk, last week?

He is so full of shit. He did not read Lord of the Rings last week.

He couldn’t have possibly. That book is like, a billion pages long.

Drew: What about you? What’s the last book you read?

Me: This isn’t about me. This is about you trying to prove what a “nerd” you are.

I go back to Drew Colter’s photo gallery and give him a once-over. He certainly doesn’t look like the type of guy who sits at home poring over a sci-fi fantasy fiction novel.

Drew: LOL ok

Me: What’s your hardest class?

Drew: Biochem

Me: Biochem! Why are earth are you taking THAT!? Aren’t you a football player? Don’t they take fake classes??

Drew: NO we don’t take fake classes, but yes, some are way easier so those of us who are solely focused on football can focus on football.

Me: And you are not solely focused on football?

Drew: I like having options.

Me: Interesting

Drew: Dude, stop saying interesting.

Me: DUDE, I’ve only said it twice, bro.

Drew: LOL

I bite down on my bottom lip, imagining him sitting at home the way I am and laughing in that deep voice of his at my double friend-zone tactic, though honestly, that’s not necessarily where I’d stick him anymore.

The little weasel is worming his way onto my good side.

YOU HAVE A VOICEMAIL FROM DREW COLTER

“Listen, you shit. You cannot be calling me dude and bro. I am not your brother nor do I want to be.”

Instantly, I respond: Did you just call me a shit?

Drew: Would you stop texting me and send a voice message like a normal person?

What normal person sends voice messages? Normal people text.

Get with the program.

Me: Hey buddy, I get to choose which way I message you. Don’t be bossy.

Drew: Sorry

Also, I have no idea what I’d say to him if I sent a voice message. My voice is…a normal voice, and his is like bourbon. Rich. Deep.

Sexy.

There is nothing sexy about me, let’s face it. As far as vixen vibes go, it doesn’t make any list of my finer qualities.

I poke on the small microphone icon and stare when the app gives me instructions on how to leave a voice message.

I pep talk myself. “You’re being ridiculous, Daisy. He’s already heard your voice, and it’s not like this guy is interested in you. We’re killing time.”

Which is true but could also be false. How do I know what his intentions are? He’s on the app the same way I am, and he’s already said he’s looking for long term, and who’s to say that person can’t be me?



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