ASHLEY.    My eyes are wide as my gaze meets with Sinclair's, and I move so fast, and almost fall off the bed.    I scurry away from him, heat spreading across the cheeks at the thought he caught me. Again. Why the hell is he always walking in on me doing nasty things? Why is he even here? Isn't he supposed to be at a party with my brother? How the hell did he even get in?   "Enjoying yourself, little Greene?" There's a glint in his eyes as the words slip through his lips, and I shake my head, slowly backing further away from him.    "You seem like you were to me, " he chuckles, his eyes darting down to the book that lays on my mattress, and he cocks his brows as his gaze moves across the cover. "Just a little dirty. You're one nasty little thing, aren't you?" His gaze moves back to me; focused, and darkened than before, and that look crosses over his features. The look that tells me o

ASHLEY.    "So how was it?" I inquire Lucy as we stride down across the corridor of the school with a huge smile on my face. Lucy doesn't seem as delighted as I thought she was going to be after spending last night with Darren, and the curiosity is killing me.    "Nothing like what you visualized. " She murmurs as she stops at her locker, punching the code, and pulling it open.    I frown, and cross my hands against my chest, before saying, "Why? Did something happen? Did he try to do something stupid? Did you get caught up? Or he bailed on you?" The words slip through my lips, and Lucy responds with a chuckle, shaking her head as she rummages through her locker.    "I would have been happy if any of that stuff happened. At least I wouldn't have to go through what I went through yesterday. " What the hell did that guy do? I swear to God I'm going to... Let's not jump to conclusion

ASHLEY.    An alarming thought flashes through my mind— Sinclair is standing by my door.    Then the second one; Sinclair is standing by my door, staring at the position I'm in with my ex-boyfriend. One he knows. And one I told him not to hurt.    I push at Dave, not caring if I hurt him as I move to my stand, with a smile directed at Sinclair.    "Um, hi, " I mutter awkwardly, but he isn't staring at me. His eyes are fixed on a boy behind me, who's now struggling to get up.    Dave moves to stand beside me, and his eyes find Sinclair, who doesn't look so happy with the boy.    With one last glance at Dave, Sinclair walks out of my room, and the first thought in my head is to go after him. But I don't do that. Instead, I turn to Dave with a scowl on my face as I say, "What the hell was that?"   He shakes his

ASHLEY.    The wetness between my thighs only seem to worsen at Sinclair's words, and I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, laying my head against his back, and not caring about the fact that I'm missing a couple of periods for a time with this man.    The ride comes to an abrupt end, and I lift my head at the noise that surrounds me.    Gazing around my surroundings; we are literally at another part of the town I never knew of. This place seems far from home, and I furrow my brows as Sinclair jerks his head towards me.    Landing safely on my feet; I remove the helmet, fix my hair, and meet Sinclair's gaze with lifted brows.    "Um... What are we doing here?" I question as I give him the helmet, and he chuckles, fixing it into place before getting off 6je bike to lean against it instead; his arms crossed against his chest as he says, "I told you alrea

ASHLEY.    I gape at Darren with a dazed expression; wondering why he's standing outside the girl's restroom.    "Oh, hi Ashley. I didn't know you were in there. " He says with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head as his gaze moves from me to the space, and I tilt my head, crossing my arms against my chest.    "Did you really?" I question, and his head snaps to me; meeting my eyes with lifted brows.    "What are you talking about?"   "Did you not know I was in there, or did you come here knowing I was? I want the truth, Darren. Why were you waiting here? Were you taking a peek, or something?" I take a step forward, and his gaze moves down to the motion, before lifting to meet my eyes.    "I don't understand what you're trying to say, Ashley. Why will I do something like that?" Because you're a fucking creep!