Oakley's POV
I took a taxi to the old junkyard and took my time going through my memories as I walked up to the old shed. Jason’s car has parked the entrance, and I can't help but feel the same butterflies in my stomach. Remembering what that shed looked like every weekend after he was gone. It reminded me of what we could have had, and it reminded me that no matter what all those years he believed I was beautiful and that ‘my first’, wasn’t a bad person. You get some girls and you hear some stories of how girls lost their virginity and honestly I feel grateful that Jason wasn’t at all bad. He built me up for a lot of disappointment because after him I thought all men were the same, but I was naïve back then. As I enter the shed, it feels smaller than I remember, maybe it was because Jaso
