Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)

by Avery Keelan

Am I obsessing over minor details to distract myself from all the things in my life I can’t control? Yes. Will I continue to do so? Also yes.

Writing has been one of my favorite escapes from reality ever since I was a kid. It started with devouring books at a young age and evolved into imagining my own stories.

Although everyone in my family thinks writing was a phase, one of my best-kept secrets is that I still do it. Mostly poetry, along with some other scraps of fiction that I’ve buried in the furthest depths of my hard drive, praying no one finds them should I meet an untimely end.

That men somehow managed to convince the world women are the emotional sex is the biggest scam of all time.

‘In every partnership, there’s a person who stacks the dishwasher like a Scandinavian architect and a person who stacks the dishwasher like a raccoon on meth’?” She narrows her eyes. “No…” “I mean this in the nicest possible way, Ser, but you’re the meth raccoon in this scenario.”

It’s better if you let people open up in their own time.

Kidding. Right. Otherwise known as the go-to gaslighting method of misogynists everywhere. They’re joking—until they mean it.