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.

He laid on his back with one arm underneath his head as he stared up silently, what is he thinking about so hard?

“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, 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?”

“The fact that I told you not to go after your girlfriend,” I tried to sound so sure about what I said, but I wasn’t about to offer him the opportunity to say that he’s mad at me.

“No,” he said, simply leaving me confused; if he were lying, I would see it.

“So, are you mad at me?” I pointed to my chest and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, I am not mad at you or the fact I