"What the hell? What the actual hell? She kissed me. She pulled me in for a kiss, and now she is sorry. Sorry for what? Leaving me in the middle of a kiss? Using me? Wrong? Why was the kiss wrong? The way she was kissing me, nothing felt wrong. Everything was right. What the actual hell!!!" shouted Archer at the top of his lungs.
"Where did she go? Oh no! Is she going to hurt herself again? Wait! She could have hurt me to get rid of all the sensations she was feeling, so why did she choose to kiss me? Is she attracted to me? Is that why people call her one-night-stand-queen? She was using me?? God!" he gritted his teeth and came out. He again checked every bathroom, and when he found nothing, he straightened his shirt, tamed his hair and went outside.
