9
ASHLEIGH
The weekend was over and it was time to get my mind back into books and school. That was easier said than done considering I’d been reading the same page over and over. Stop thinking about them, Ash.
No more daydreaming about the dimples in their cheeks when they smiled, the way they smelled, or the way their blue eyes heated up every time they saw you. Oh whatever, Ashleigh, I scolded myself. It was probably the way they looked at every girl just to draw them in.
I didn’t even realize that class was over until Gabriella shook me by the shoulders and hollered in my ear, making me jump. “Wake up, girl! Class is over.”
The room was empty.
“You got it bad, you know that? Maybe you should’ve let the Twins of Terror rock your world this weekend,” she teased.
Rolling my eyes, I
