ABL 35: How Did We End Up Here?

This was getting tiring. I felt so restless, and my heart kept beating violently against my chest. Tossing the blankets off my body, I groaned as I stomped my way into his bedroom.

I had a lot to get off my chest!

He laid on his back with one arm underneath his head as he stared up silently; what was he thinking about so hard? How his girlfriend cursed and told him to leave her alone?

Aha, that was sad, but I didn't care!

“What’s wrong?” He uttered so quietly that I almost didn’t get it. Have I annoyed him already? “No, you haven’t,” he said, looking at me, and I froze in my stance. My belly swelled warmly when our eyes met, and I felt nervous. Ooh butterflies.

“Well, it wouldn’t matter either way,” I lied, knowing damn well he knew that I cared. “Are you mad?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“At what?”

“That I told you not to go after your girlfriend, and she told you to leave her alone,” I tried to sound sincere, but I wasn’t about to offer him the opportunity to say he was mad at me.

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