ASHLEY.
"Ashley!"
I jolt back in shock at the shout of my name, and Lucy shakes her head at me as our gaze meets—reminding me that there's someone present before me, and have probably been saying some things I've failed to listen to, judging by the expression that covers her face.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
I clear my throat, shifting in my seat, my gaze moving to my untouched food.
"I've been yelling your name for minutes now, and you're sitting right before me, Ash. What are you thinking about so much?"
Sinclair.
Pressing my lips into a thin line, I shake my head, "Nothing, sorry I spaced out. "
A look of concern crosses over her feature at my words, and I let out a soft sign, knowing she'll start being worried over absolutely nothing again.
"Whatever it is that's going on with you, please just talk to me. You know I hate it when you hide things away from me. "
I'm not
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ASHLEY. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my palm rubbing against each other as I try to shake off the anxiety that runs through my veins. Raising my hand to the wooden door, I find myself bringing it back down; sweats covering my forehead with the echoes of my heart pounding fast, and loud against my chest si sound in my ears. What the fuck is wrong with you, Ashley? It's just Sinclair! It's just fucking Sinclair, and it's not like he's going to murder you or anything! Get your ass together, and knock on that fucking door. Shutting my eyes, I take in a deep breath to calm down the racing of my heart before settling a smile on my face, and raising my hand to the door again; ready to click it against the wooden material, only for it to be opened from the inside. I flinch slightly as Sinclair's face appears through the door, and he lifts his brows at me with a smile etched on his gorgeous face. 
ASHLEY. Sinclair has this look on his face that makes me want to drop everything, and beg for him to do something to me. Anything! As long as it's coming from him; I'm willing to take it. But knowing those are only perverted thoughts of a teenager who's over the moon for having her childhood crush speak to her; I push those thoughts back, and dig my fingers into the flesh of my thighs to control myself. "Little Greene, " Sinclair's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I lift my brows with a hum. He chuckles with a shake of his head before saying, "I think I'm going to need you to answer that. Do you still want us to talk about it?" He questions, his voice going lower. You bet your fucking ass I want to! I don't tell him that though. "Yes, I'll like to speak about it. " I respond, and he nods; his gaze moving to where my hands rest against my la
ASHLEY. "Where the fuck have you been all day?" Vincent questions the moment I walk through the door, and I shut the frame behind me, dragging the straps of my bag. Vincent is sprawled on the couch, watching a basketball game it seems, and I shrug. "The library. " Trying not to fuck your best friend. My stomach churns in excitement at the memories of what went down at Sinclair's house I swear to God; it took everything in me to not pull that man towards me, and have him fuck my brains out. "Talk about being a nerd, " he mutters under his breath before turning back to the television, and I roll my eyes with the middle finger. "Where's mom?" I question, my eyes moving across the room in search of my mother. "You know. The usual. She's out. " Vincent says with a wave of his hand; not seeming to be paying much atten
ASHLEY."Hi, Darren, " I greet the guy that sits behind the wheel with a smile, and he only responds from his seat; not bothering to turn around to check who it is.I know he knows who I am, but my point is that... The guy is so damn shy!"Evening, Ashley, " he responds in a voice that I barely heard, but caught it anyway, and decide not to say any further thing."Why are you beside me?" I cock my brows at Lucy who's perched beside me, and she glares at me in a way that says, 'Keep your damn voice low. 'Shifting closer to her, and leaning my head towards her, I say, "I'm pretty sure you were at front when you guys came, so why are you here now? Are you shy?" I tease her, and she rolls her eyes before shifting her gaze away from me; her arms crossed against her chest.A laugh rips through my throat as I lean against the glass; a soft s
ASHLEY. I lift my head, and turn in my stand to come into view with a furious looking Vincent, with Sinclair standing beside him. Murmurs erupt in the air at the sight of the town's ever so popular man, with his infamous best friend beside him. "What the fuck are you doing to my little sister?" And talk about being so fucking overprotective. I had this. I didn't need him to do this, but knowing Vincent; I know better than to try, and stop him. This is why I move to the side instead; my gaze going over to Sinclair who's a few feet away from us with his hands in his pant pockets, and his eyes on a certain boy. Sinclair knows about Dave, and that look he's giving him right now tells me he regrets the moment he decided to listen to me about letting him go. "No one was doing anything. She came to my house, and create
ASHLEY."We are here, " Sinclair announces from his seat, and I raise my head to stare at the view of my house ahead.Guilt eats me up from the inside, knowing that I should be here with Vincent, but I just had to be a fúcking bitch to him.I know he's just trying to protect him, but that overwhelms me most of the time, and now, I said something I shouldn't have."He will be fine, little Greene. You don't have to worry about him. "Sinclair says, turning in his seat to come into my view, and I nod with a sigh.I know he will be fine, but that doesn't make me less worried about him. Not does it make me feel any less guilty?"Come on, you should head inside. " He says, jerking his head towards the direction of my home, and I stare up at the building before moving my gaze back to him; my brain regis
ASHLEY.I walk down the hallway that leads to my mother's room.Opening the door slowly; a small smile crawls to my face at the sight of the woman sprawled over her bed, with her hair covering her face.She works too much trying to take care of me, and Vincent, and it saddens my heart that she overworks herself. Which is why I have to make her proud.Shutting the door silently to make sure it doesn't disturb her; I make my way back to my room, and drop on my bed, a soft sigh leaving my parted lips as I stare at the white ceiling.The events of the night flow through my mind, and have me clutching my pillow. So many disastrous things in one night.From that stupid Quinn, to fighting with Vincent, and then Sinclair.Sinclair.I don't even want to think about that.
ASHLEY.Sinclair has this that makes me want to jump me right here, and there. But thankfully, for the both of us; I'm able to control myself, look away, and walk up the stairs, and down to my room.Shutting the door behind me; I lean against the frame with my hand against my chest. The echoes of my heart pounding wildly against my chest so sound in my ears.That man is barely doing anything, and I'm like this.Shaking Sinclair's thoughts off my mind; I strip down my clothes, and stride to the bathroom to get ready for school. Where I have to see Quinn, and Dave. Again.My hatred for those two grows with each passing day, and even when I try to forget about them— they somehow find a way to make that NOT happen.Stepping under the shower; I shut my eyes as the cold water runs down my body, calming down my nerves, but d