Campus Legends

There is no such thing as redeeming a bad boy. I, Drake Colter, solemnly swear I DO NOT WANT a girlfriend . . . Carefree and ridiculously good-looking, I have the entire student body eating from the palm of my hand-shouldn't I let the ladies on campus have their fill rather than being tied down? If only my brother Drew would take notes from my playbook. As identical twins, we share the same voice, the same face, and the same physique; it's virtually impossible to tell us apart-but that's where the similarities end. Lately, my brother has been whining about wanting to settle down. He longs for affection, companionship and all the BS that goes along with it blah blah blah. Problem is, he's hopeless when it comes to dating. It's seriously embarrassing to watch, considering we're identical; everyone thinks I'm him and everyone thinks he's me. Luckily I'm not intimidated by women and have plenty of experience. I might not want to find myself a girlfriend, but that don't mean I can't help him. Dude never needs to know! And that's the very thing that lands me in trouble . . .

No good can come from sleeping with your best friend's younger sister . . . I, Drew Colter, think it might be time to go home. From school, from football-from living with roommates, my obnoxious twin brother and our older brother's girlfriend. The only person who I can talk to these days is my best friend from high school, and he's back in our hometown and halfway across the country. Somehow he convinces me that maybe . . . . . . Maybe it's time to take a trip back to small ranching town I grew up in. Celebrate. Have some fun. That fun does not include his younger sister. Long black hair and even longer legs, Tess Donahue had lost the braces and gained the confidence she never had as a teenager. She's hilarious, pretty-and when I see her in those cowboy boots? Whoa. Stolen glances. Flirty banter. One drunk filled night. Suddenly, my uncomplicated weekend of 'living a little' in my hometown becomes a lifetime being tied to the one girl that was off limits.

No good can come from having to fake date someone, but I'm out of options . . . I, Dallas Colter, am kind of a massive A hole-and need help fixing that personality problem. With too much on my plate, the very last thing on my mind is a relationship-the football draft is looming, I never understood why my teammates bother with girlfriends. None of us had the time. When my sports agent suggests that being seen in public with a "respectable" girl would be good for my bad reputation, I couldn't think of a single person to help me out. The only girls I know aren't wifey material, and the ones who are? Might catch feelings. Except Ryann Winters. Responsible. Sarcastic. Smart. Ryann is perfect but there was one clincher: she was my teammates ex-girlfriend and I had recently been paid by him to dump her. Oh. And she cannot stand the sight of me. Not the best start to a fake relationship . . .