Ashford's POV
I waited outside the classroom with my hands buried in my pockets, watching students slowly make their way down the hallway.
I was supposed to be part of the class presentation, but the school had excused me because of my schedule.
Still, instead of staying in the dorms, I had come here to wait for Selena.
There was no reason for me to stand outside her classroom like an i***t when I could have simply sent her a message.
But I needed to talk to her. After what happened at the party, there were too many things left unsaid between us.
The problem was, I didn't know how to start the conversation.
Every time I thought about Selena, I remembered the look on her face when she confessed that she liked me.
She looked terrified, and for some reason, that bothered me more than
