That night, I rushed over to Allison’s house as soon as midnight struck. I’d gotten there so early that I’d even beat her home from work. I was getting so eager to see her it was becoming lame, but I couldn’t care less. My anxiety was still all too high after the events of early today at the mall, and tonight had been so quiet every passing minute seemed to drag on and on. Being with her again was the only thing that could possibly calm me down.
I’d spent all night thinking about our relationship. I wanted more with her, I wanted an actual relationship with her, and that wasn’t just coming from the jealousy that Matt had stirred inside of me. Although, the jealous was definitely eating away at me and making me question some of my decisions here. I wanted to show Allison that I was boyfrie
