Attracting girls' attention had never been one of the things I was good at.
At least, that’s what Matt and Jake said.
But I liked girls. No, no. I f*****g loved girls.
I was just not as ‘on-par’ with the flirting and the arrogance and the whole ‘be a douchebag, and they will come’ motto that my friends seemed to hold to an exceptionally high standard.
Trying to get Renee’s attention hadn’t proved better for me than any other time I’d tried to hit on a woman and failed. To be fair, brooding Matt and cocky-ass Jake didn’t seem to have any better luck, so I guess I was still in the running. Maybe even second place instead of third with how she looked at Matt like she was dreaming of all the ways she could slowly kill him and drop his remains in the ocean.
Me? I believed that if you stood
