I Dated Twin Guys As Their Online Experiment, But I Had My Own Plan Chapter 13

I Dated Twin Guys As Their Online Experiment, But I Had My Own Plan Chapter 13

Evan tried to contact me afterward. A DM request from him popped up-he wasn’t in my followers, so it went straight to the message requests folder. Lopened it. He’d sent a single line: [I want to talk.]

I stared at it for about three seconds. Then I hit “Delete” and the whole thread disappeared.

The next day, another request came. This time Ethan’s account. The note said, [I’m sorry.]

I declined again.

On the third day, both accounts sent requests at the same time. [I know an apology doesn’t fix anything. But

I still needed to say it. If I could go back, I’d do it all differently]

I looked at the screen for a long time. The comments were quiet. Nobody was spamming.

After a while, I picked up my phone and typed a single message to Ethan. [You don’t need to apologize. Just

don’t contact me again. We were even a long time ago.]

I sent it, then blocked both accounts. Completely, this time.

Lena came back into the dorm and found me sitting on my bed. “Nora, have you been crying?”

“The wind.”

“The window’s closed.”

“The AC, then.”

Lena looked at me and didn’t press. She walked over and pressed something into my hand.

It was a photo from Fall Fest. The stage was lit up brilliantly, and I was standing at the backstage entrance, my profile soft in the glow.

“Owen asked me to give this to you,” Lena said. “He said it’s a candid, and he hopes you don’t mind.”

On the back, in neat handwriting: (Nora, your profile is beautiful. But I’d rather see you face-to-face.] Below that, a smiley face.

I stared at the words, and a smile pulled at my mouth.

The breeze from the window ruffled the papers on my desk. One of them was my project feedback form, and the last line was highlighted in fluorescent yellow. [Recommend the author experience a positive romantiè relationship firsthand.]

Outside the window, someone was still setting off fireworks.

I flipped the photo over, laid it face-up under the glass top of my desk, and picked up my phone. I typed a

message to Owen.

Are you free tomorrow?]

The reply was instant. Yes. Where do you want to go?]

I thought for a second, still smiling. [You said you wanted to take me out, right? Then picking the place is your job.]

A location pin dropped onto the screen. Lakeview Park.

[8 a.m. I’ll pick you up.]

[Okay.]

I set my phone down and leaned back in my chair, looking at the photo under the glass. Fireworks bloomed and faded outside, painting the sky in pulses of light.

One last comment drifted across my vision, quiet and unhurried, as if it was afraid of disturbing something.

[At the end of the story, the side character finally met the right person.]

I smiled.

Yeah. Who says I didn’t?