The Strike Out

It started with one night out with the boys. She was the hot diner waitress putting herself through school. I was the rich, arrogant player everyone misjudges. On paper we didn't match. Yet all it took was one day. One single day to change her mind.

She wasn't planning to spend her day off with me. She wasn't supposed to fall for my charm. But one day, one smile, turned into several nights of her calling out my name.

I'm not the guy she should end up with. I'm jealous, possessive. Not here for a long time - just a good time. She's changed me.

But, for some reason, I feel her slipping through my fingers and no matter what I do, I fear I'm going to strike out with the one and only girl I've ever fallen for.