Allison Harper was at my lacrosse game, sitting on the bleachers like she belonged there. I would have to be absolutely crazy to admit that I liked the idea of her being there, but after the few weeks we’d had together, maybe I was. The ear piercing sound of coach’s whistle sounded and the crowds erupted in cheers. Allison stood with Joey at her side, clapping their hands with the rest of the crowd. Her eyes focused in on one of the players on the field, her body rigid as I followed her gaze. Matt.
My hands tightened their grip around my stick, as a thousand questioned filled my mind. The very first being, why is she staring at him? Part of me already feeling frustrated that she wasn’t looking at me, nor should she be. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since the kiss and already she was lookin
