Alex stops coming by as often as before.
The hecklers aren’t motivated to come back, but it does cause a different disturbance.
“Has anyone seen him today?” Charlie asks, fretting over him. “I tried to message him, but he didn’t reply…”
The other club members look at each other awkwardly, glancing in my direction before answering her. I really wish they wouldn’t look at me. Whenever they do, Charlie always shoots me a dirty glare, like I’m at fault somehow.
Dammit. This is exactly what I was afraid of.
I’ve diagnosed Alex’s problem.
He likes talking with people, which is fine. However, he fails to establish boundaries, especially toward girls. Then, because he doesn’t like uncomfortable situations, he callously blows things off.
The girls get misled when he doesn’t staunch their fli
