#Chapter302
Strike three, and you’re out
Mack
After my disaster visit with Shawn yesterday, I realized strike three, and I was out. That proved with guys; I was the worst at picking or not picking them. I stay single for the rest of my life. I should join a convent. That way, if I’m a nun, I’ll get none. Eh, being single can’t be that bad, can it?
I stuck to the boys, except it wrapped them up with girls except for Nik, who had his head in his phone texting Leo. Sigh. Even my brother has better luck with guys than I do. That left me the odd man out of a woman. I couldn’t blame them; they can’t devote their entire life to keeping me company. That is weird. I’ll start collecting cats and become a cat lady.
