The Same Mistakes Club

Chapter Four

Boys were dead to me. The only question was: Why hadn't I thought of this sooner?

I knew the idea was genius. But it would've been nice if my best friend was able to stop looking at me like I was an escapee from a mental institution.

"Alissa, you know I love you, but..."

Here we go.

We were having an emergency meeting (complete with the cheese fries required to get over a breakup) at our local diner, less than an hour after my inspiration hit. Margaret took a sip of her milk shake, taking in my tirade about all the problems guys have caused me over the years. I hadn't even gotten to the part about the club yet and my decision to not date.

"I know you're upset, and you have every reason to be," Margaret said. "But not all guys are evil."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, really? Should we go through your lists from the last two years?"

Margaret slumped down in her seat. Every year she made a list of guys she wanted to date. She would spend all summer weighing her options before putting the list together for the school year, with each guy ranked in order of preference based on a ratio of looks, popularity, and looks.

The list definitely caused more heartache than it was worth. Margaret hadn't been on a date with any of the candidates. In fact, she's never had a boyfriend. I couldn't figure out why. She was pretty, funny, smart, and one of the most loyal and dependable friends anyone could ask for. But, as if I needed another example of why boys sucked, none of the guys at Isabelling seemed to feel she was girlfriend material.

Lucky her, I thought. But she wasn't seeing it that way.

"I don't know what you are talking about," she said.

"Right. So you're telling me you don't have a new list ready for inspection?"

Margaret moved her purse onto the seat next to her.

Of course she had a new list. We only had a few more days before the start of junior year.

"What to the evs," she huffed. "I guess I should just throw the list away since, according to you, all men are jerks."

I smiled. "Now we're getting somewhere. Let's burn it!"

Margaret groaned. "You've clearly lost your mind. Can you be serious for a second?"

"I am being serious."

Now it was Margaret's turn to roll her eyes. "Come on - not every single male on this planet is a horrible human being. What about your dad?"

"What about Trace Meshlin?" I shot back.

Margaret's mouth dropped open.

Okay, maybe that was a little harsh. Trace had been on last year's list. She'd spent an entire semester flirting with him in Chemistry. Finally, he'd asked her if she was free one weekend. Margaret had been thrilled... until he texted her an hour before they were supposed to meet and told her that something had "come up." Then he'd ignored her the rest of the year. No explanation, no apology, nothing.

Typical male.

"And Matthew Willikers?" I pressed.

Margaret glared at me. "Well, it's not my fault that he doesn't know I exist."

There was always one name on the top of Margaret's list - Matthew Willikers, senior football player extraordinaire. Unfortunately, Matthew had never acknowledged that Margaret was even alive. When I'd been dating Derek, I'd invite Matthew and his friends over to my house for the sole purpose of letting Matthew get to know Margaret. But he never paid any attention to her. One of the only reasons I put up with Derek for as long as I did was because Margaret needed her daily Matthew Willikers fix.

Thinking about that list and how much it dictated Margaret's happiness made me want to rip it out of her purse and tear it apart. Because I knew - one by one, she'd have to cross their names off, and she'd end up in tears.

Margaret sighed, then collected herself. "This year is going to be different," she swore. "I don't know - I've got a really good feeling about it." She took the list out and started wistfully looking at this year's contenders.

Had I seriously believed that Margaret would understand my need to stop dating? All she thought about was going on dates.

I gave up... for the moment.

Margaret wasn't the only one who had a good feeling about this year.