#Chapter 80 All Grown Up

I took Victor's advice. The following day when I got to school and found Amy outside waiting for me, I asked her not to text for a few minutes. She looked more grown up than ever with her light blonde hair styled in a twisted bun at the back of her neck, and she was wearing mascara and eyeliner that made her chocolate brown eyes look even prettier. “What’s up?” she asked. “I don’t want to sound like a jerk,” I began. “But I feel like you don’t want me around anymore because of Justin. Doesn’t he want you to have friends?” I knew from watching talk shows that a guy isolating his girlfriend is one of the signs of an abusive mate. “We never talk about our friends much,” Amy replied. “I’ve mentioned you. He knows you’re an Alpha and that I went to your ball. But we don’t talk about you much.” “What do you talk about?” I asked. Amy shrugged. “I don’t know. What we want to do with our lives and stuff.” “Please try to understand, Amy. I want you to be happy. I