ALLISON’S POV
I feel someone following me and when I sneak a glance back, it’s Justin. The determined look on his face says he’s not letting this go, and for a split second, my heart does something stupid. Then his words from that night echo in my head and the feeling disappears just as fast.
I pick up my pace, my gaze darting around for an escape, because I already know he’ll follow me anywhere. The look on his face makes that painfully clear.
No one in the hallway is giving the right vibe or looks like someone I can use as a quick distraction, so I duck into the nearest empty room and swing the door shut. A foot shoots into the gap at the last second, stopping it.
Obviously, it’s Justin so I shove back hard, fully intent on slamming the door right in his face.
“Allison, stop fightin
