I immediately freeze, that didn't even sound human. Still in the same position, leaning down to open my backpack, I glance over to Ashton.
His body is tense, shaking almost, like he's about to snap. His knuckles are white from holding his pencil so hard. I look back to his face. His eyes are shut tight and I can hear breathing is ragged. His jaw is clenched tight.
The pencil snaps and I jump at the sharp noise. Ashton's hand slowly opens and drops the now broken pencil on the table. I gape at the broken mechanical pencil, who's that strong to break a mechanical pencil?
I glance warily back at Ashton who seems to have calmed down a tiny bit. He takes a deep breathe and mumbles something under his breath. Ashton's eyes open and they meet my wide ones.
Concern is etched across his face an
