I was in my apartment, banging my head against the table, punishing myself for being so overly soft on Arthur.
"He deserves to pay," my mind said, but seeing him that night only served one purpose: to feel more than just pity for him.
I wasn't in love, that was for sure. But when he left me at my apartment without trying anything else, my heart raced wildly, wishing to see him again soon.
The strange thing was that, despite us having kissed, I didn't hear from him again. I thought that after that, Arthur would be much more insistent and lively, but it was like he vanished off the face of the earth. How did I know?
To be honest, if there's one thing I've learned from movies and romance books, it's that girls should never beg or look for a man, since that's the least they can do for us.
