I Dated Twin Guys As Their Online Experiment, But I Had My Own Plan Chapter 02

I Dated Twin Guys As Their Online Experiment, But I Had My Own Plan Chapter 02

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[The two male leads literally drove in from the next city to celebrate the female lead’s birthday. Can this side character not interrupt?]

[Relax, they’ve got her on mute. It won’t affect anything.]

Mute. Right.

No wonder my cheery little good morning and goodnight texts felt like screaming into the void.

I didn’t send any more messages. I shoved my phone under my pillow, rolled over, and went to sleep.

No classes the next morning, so I slept in until past nine.

I reached for my phone on autopilot. A notification dot sat on Instagram Stories—Evan had posted something.

I tapped through. Nine slides. A birthday party. Cake, balloons, flowers, a group shot.

Five of the nine were close-ups of the same girl. Sweet smile. She looked vaguely familiar.

The caption read, [Happy birthday to my best friend.]

Best friend?

I studied the girl’s face for a few seconds. I knew I’d seen her somewhere, but I couldn’t place it.

[This is actually a test from the female lead. She wants to see how the side character reacts when her “boyfriend” posts another girl.]

Got it. Data collection for the control group.

I liked the post without a flicker of expression.

The comments went nuclear.

[That reaction was way too calm. She’s always so intense with the male leads—why isn’t she blowing up his DMs?]

[Something’s off. Why did her whole vibe just shift?]

[She’s probably holding it together for show. I bet she’s about to go cry in the bathroom or something.]

I closed the app, stone-faced, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and walked to class.

The Personality Psychology lecture was in a giant tiered hall packed with over a hundred students. The professor droned about Freud while I took notes. My phone started vibrating against my thigh. Not once. Again and again, rapid-fire. I glanced down. Seven, eight messages from Evan stacked on my lock screen.

The comments reappeared right on cue.

[Ethan Sullivan, the younger twin, is such a clingy puppy. Look at the message spam.]

So the Monday-Wednesday-Friday cling was Ethan, the younger twin. The Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday ice king was Evan, the older one.

I opened the DMs.

[Baby, you awake?]

[I’m so sorry, my phone died yesterday.]

[About that Story—don’t take it the wrong way. Vivian and I grew up next door to each other. She’s practically my sister.]

[Her birthday was just a group thing. We all just tagged along.]

…

[Please just say something.]

I typed back lazily, [I’m not mad. Everyone has friends. I get it.]

The reply hit instantly.

[Really? You’re not upset?]

[God, I was so scared you were gonna ice me out.]

You’re the one who ignored me, I thought, but my fingers stayed soft.

[Of course not. By the way, you never answered my question from yesterday.]

[The meetup? Next Sunday works for me!]

Before I could reply, another message shot through.

[I’ll have something for you. A surprise. You’re gonna want to see it.]

The comments lost their minds.

[Oh my god, the disaster is loading.]

[The “gift” is literally them bringing the female lead to the meetup.]

A slow smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. My thumbs tapped out the words.

[Can’t wait.]