- four: part one -
“I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.”
Confused was an understatement. I was completely and utterly baffled as to why he had asked me out on a date then kicked me out of his car and sped off, leaving me standing there like a fucking idiot without even an explanation.
I spent the next few days in a weird muted daze, still not having heard from him at all as I went about my somewhat normal and boring routine of classes and work. I wasn’t sure what to expect at the pub, part of me anxious that he was just going to show up there one night with his mates and act like nothing had happened and the other part worried that he wouldn’t show up at all. But going off the fact that almost an entire week had passed since the incident outside my flat and I still hadn’t even received a text, I was pretty sure he had forgotten all about me.