The second class was over, Allison was up and out of her chair so quickly you would have thought it was on fire. She made a b-line for the exit, disappearing from my gaze so quickly all I could do was stare at the empty space she’d left in surprise. What had I done wrong? Clearly she was upset, but after our banter at the beginning of class I’d completely left her alone. I felt like an i***t, a sinking feeling settling over me like a ton of bricks. I’d spent the entire class absorbed by some fantasy that Allison was super into me and everything between us was going so well, meanwhile she can’t get away from me fast enough.
I shoved my books back into my bag as quickly as possible, dashing into the hall after her. I had hoped I might catch up with her, but I was too late. Finding her alre
