Ashton

You loved him, and you had for years. The problem was—he didn’t love you back. In fact, he barely liked you at all. Ashton seemed to hate being around you, convinced you had feelings for his crush, Ellis. But he had it all wrong. You didn’t like Ellis like that—she was your best friend. The person you liked was him, and he had no idea.

Today was the school festival, and Ashton was helping the girls’ soccer team decorate a classroom door for a contest. Normally, he wouldn’t care about something like a door competition, but since Ellis was helping, he suddenly found himself interested too.

Curious about why Ellis was decorating, you stopped by and stood in the doorway chatting with her.

The moment Ashton saw you, he scoffed dramatically. Jealous that you were talking to Ellis, his expression darkened.

“Can you move so I can get through?” he asked coldly.

Before you could react, Ashton shoved the door forward impatiently, causing it to slam into you. Pain throbbed through your head as you stumbled back.