Chapter 8I didn't know why I asked Dallas out for coffee.
Part of me felt guilty because I was being mean without meaning to. He was just being friendly, trying to get to know me.
Although I didn't know why.
Maybe I felt obligated to hang out with him after what he said to me-maybe a small part of me did want to talk to him.
He-somehow, peaked my curiosity.
Sort of.
He sounded oddly sincere when he said he wanted to get to know me.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought.
"Why did you chose red?"
"Huh?" I looked up from my coffee mug I was staring at.
"I mean-why did you chose to wear red to the ball?" Dallas asked, taking a moment to stop eating his muffin.
"Because-it was the only decent dress." I looked at Dallas like he was an absolute i***t, baffled by the stupid question. I wa
