Losing Streak didn't save me.

A few days ago I mentioned that I really truly believed I was going to be cooler this go around when it came time for Losing Streak to make its way into readers's hands. And then it started inching closer and I realized, wait. No. I'm still that twitchy girl prone to pacing and pulling at her hair. Part of it might be my social awkwardness/anxiety. I'm never quite sure what to do when the attention is on me. I'm basically a Ricky Bobby:




With Wild Ones and Bri, I was nervous because I knew my g...