#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...