Ashton's POV
Rosie was storming off the pack house when I had bumped into her.
My arms caught her before she could fall.
She was shaking. I held her arms to steady her.
"Whoa there." I said with a soft grin. "Didn't expect to catch you running from detention like a fugitive."
She blinked at me. "I... I didn't mean to... I was just..." She stammered.
'You look like someone who survived her first detention." I said gently.
I didn't ask questions. I felt that since this was the first time she's serving punishment, it could be very difficult.
Unplanned, I swept her off her feet.
We were bestfriends, of course, my job is to always lighten up the mood.
"Ashton, what are you d-?". She gasped.
"Taking you somewhere safe." I chuckled.
Obviously, my room. She didn't resist, good girl. S
