Chapter 17
Autumn
Me: So, after you left, guess who showed up at the diner?
Alice: Fuck off.
Alice: Are you kidding me? What happened?
Me: Quite a lot, considering that I only spoke to him for five minutes.
Alice: DUCKING HELL, why do I always miss the good stuff?
Alice: DUCK
Alice: DUCK
Alice: FUCK! When will predictive text finally learn that in the history of ever, nobody has ever meant DUCK when they’ve typed FUCK!
Me: He gave me his number.
Alice: OMG, finally!
Me: Then I deleted it.
Alice: You are a dick!
I round the corner as fast as I can without looking back. Jed is trotting along beside me.
What the hell was that encounter about?
I really felt as though we might have been getting somewhere, and he immediately returned to being a dick again. He can’t seem to help himself.
Why am I even giving him the time of day?
As I take my phone out of my pocket, I hit delete on his number.
I hover over the ‘Are you sure you wish to delete this contact?’ information on the screen and hit confirm because fuck that, and fuck him.