I Dated Twin Guys As Their Online Experiment, But I Had My Own Plan Chapter 07

I Dated Twin Guys As Their Online Experiment, But I Had My Own Plan Chapter 07

Another week passed.

My life had snapped fully back into its old rhythm. Classes, clubs, library. Rinse and repeat.

The comments still popped up occasionally, feeding me updates on “the male leads’ side,” but I mostly ignored them.

Until Friday afternoon, when I saw a flyer on the campus bulletin board.

Fall Fest Volunteers Wanted.

The poster design was gorgeous-deep blue background scattered with gold music notes. I stood there for a moment, then pulled out my phone and scanned the QR code to sign up.

I was almost halfway through college. It was time to do something actually fun.

I filled out the registration form and then headed to the dining hall.

The dining hall was packed and loud at dinner. I grabbed my tray and found a corner spot. I was mid-bite when someone set a tray down across from me.

“Hey. Is this seat taken?”

I looked up. A guy stood there in a clean white T-shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms lean and defined. When he smiled, his eyes curved into crescents. Like a summer breeze.

“It’s free,” I said.

He sat and glanced at me. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”

Such a tired line. I raised an eyebrow. “And what’s next? ‘Have we met somewhere? Oh right-in my dreams’?”

He blinked, then laughed, his shoulders shaking,

“No,” he said, tapping the volunteer badge on his chest. “I meant I’ve seen your photo. You signed up for Fall Fest volunteering, right? I saw your picture on the registration form.”

He flipped the badge so I could read it. [Volunteer Coordinator – Owen Murphy.1

I glanced at the name, then at his face.

“You review the applications?”

“Yeah. That’s how I saw your photo.” He pulled his fork out of the napkin. “Nora, right? College of Arts and

Sciences.”

“Psychology minor,” I added..

“Oh yeah?” He seemed genuinely interested. “Psych minor. Are you observing me right now?”

I bit into a piece of chickes “No, I’m eating.”

Owen laughed again. This girl was funny.

“You’ve been approved,” he said. “The festival is next month. There’ll be some prep work before then, so I’ll

reach out if we need you.”

“Okay.” I kept eating, not adding more.

Owen didn’t push, either. He ate his dinner in comfortable silence.

As he stood to leave, he turned back. “By the way, your photo doesn’t do you justice.”

I paused. He was already gone, his silhouette dissolving past the dining hall doors.

The comments arrived a few seconds late.

[Who was that? New character?]

[Owen Murphy. That name doesn’t sound like an extra. Is he the third male lead?]

[This pacing is insane. It’s only been a week since she dumped the twins.]

[Who cares about pacing? She was dumped. She deserves better.]

I ignored the comments and finished my last bite of food.

Owen Murphy. It was a nice name,

Back in the dorm that night, Lena was on a video call with her boyfriend.

“My roommate’s back,” she chirped, then said goodnight and hung up. She rolled over to face me. “Nora,

you’re in a good mood.”

“I’m okay.”

“Did something happen?”

I thought about it. “I signed up to volunteer for Fall Fest.”

“That’s it?”

“I also met a guy. He said my photo doesn’t do me justice.”

Lena launched upright. “Who? What’s he look like? What’s his major? Did you get his number?”

“He’s the Volunteer coordinator who reviewed my application. No idea what his major is. I didn’t get his number”

Lena fixed me with a look of pure disappointment. “Nora, are you just not into men?”

“I am into men,” I said seriously. “I’m just more into Fall Fest right now

Lena groaned and flopped back.

I turned off the light and lay staring at the ceiling. I knew why I was hesitating about the whole “dating” thing. It wasn’t because I wasn’t interested in men. It was because the last experience had taught me something hard.

Liking someone is dangerous, You never know who’s actually on the other side of the screen, which words

are real, which are fake.

Ever, when you hear a voice, even when you see a face, you still can’t read what’s in their mind. That uncertainty is worse than any experimental variable.

But not everyone in the world is a liar.

I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head.

Forget it. Stop thinking. Focus on Fall Fest.