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Elizabeth Summers I didn’t see Oliver during the game, I assume he went home after being accosted by Jasper and Nico. So instead I spent the game sitting next to Adam, which wasn’t too bad even though I had very little idea what was going on in the game. To me, it just looked like a lot of needless running and shouting. It was safe to say this wasn’t my usual scene, I preferred quieter pastimes with fewer people around. “Adam, would you be able to drive me home?” I asked, as the game finished and people started getting up to leave. I had been worrying about how to get home ever since I realised that Oliver wasn’t coming back. It took me almost the whole duration of the game to build up the confidence to ask that one simple question. Even now I could feel my heart pounding in my chest whi