Page 114 of Not Fooling Anyone

I take a bite of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, actually wishing I could have the salad, instead. It’s too expensive to buy regularly. I’d offer to switch with him, but he needs to watch what he eats.

“Even if you weren’t diabetic, you’d still need to be careful about what you eat today. Your match is tomorrow. What time is the weigh-in?”

“Nine. Lawrence said if I’m late, I can’t compete.”

“Then plan on being there at eight-thirty at the latest. You’ll be glad for the cushion if something happens.”

He takes a bite, frowning, and swallows it down. “And you’ll be there, right? When my match starts?”

I reach over and take his free hand. “I’ll be there all day. I’ll drive you if you want.”

“With your car? Yeah, right.”

Okay, he’s got a point. Even with the new battery, it’s still not running perfectly.

“Well, maybe I should spend the night at your place so we can ride together in the morning.”

He kisses me again, a smile on his lips. “You could ask to stay over without making up a reason.”

I bite my lip, hiding my grin.

Our schedules have been too different the past two days to easily get together, but tonight, we’re both free.

I’ve been insanely anticipating tonight.

An approaching couple snags my attention, not too many people on campus on Fridays compared to other days of the week, and my brain takes a minute to recognize the brunette. “Oh my god, she bagged a lookalike.”

“What?” Ethan turns his head in the direction I’m looking, and lets out a soft, “Oh, shit.”

“Weird, right?” The guy Savannah is with is like a lesser version of Ethan. A little younger, a little shorter, a little less muscular. Wait. Isn’t that the guy I saw her talking to when we left the frat party?

“That’s Jordan,” Ethan says.

Jordan… Jordan… Why does that name sound so familiar? Hold on… “Your brother?”

“Yep.”

The guy waves to Ethan, who holds up a hand in response.

“Are they coming over here?” I hiss under my breath.

“Yep.”

“Aren’t you concerned?”

He shrugs, no time to answer as they’re suddenly in front of us, Jordan appearing delighted to have happened upon his brother like this, Savannah looking supremely uncomfortable.

Good. She should be.

“So this is why you’re always too busy to eat with me on campus?” Jordan asks good-naturedly.

“Just spending time with my girlfriend,” Ethan replies, not acknowledging the ribbing.

“Nice to meet you,” he says to me. “I’m his brother, Jordan.”

“Lexie,” I say cautiously, sensing some kind of strange undercurrent going on.

“And this is my girlfriend, Savannah.”

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