BECKETT
I will f*****g ruin myself first before I let this touch Ashley.
Shit.
This is my fault.
I should’ve protected her better. I should’ve kept my f*****g hands off of her—kept my promises. But I didn’t. I let it happen. I let everything go to s**t, and now she’s caught in the f*****g fire with me.
I’m not a nice guy, I never was. Hell, it’s my name on the line, but why are they dragging her? I shove open the door so hard it slams against the wall. Everyone stops, turns. Coach. The newspaper advisor. And Ashley.
Fuck. What the hell is she doing here?
For a second, I wanted to cross the room, drop to my knees, beg her to hate me less than I hate myself. But I don’t. I stand there, rooted to the spot, f*****g paralyzed by the sight of how red her eyes are.
“Langley,” my coach sai
