JACK’S POV
The sound of the teacher’s voice faded into a blur. It sounded like noise I wasn’t really listening to. My pen hovered over my notebook, but I hadn’t written anything in ten minutes. My eyes, traitorous as ever, drifted again.
To her.
Ashley sat two rows ahead. Her hair fell softly over her shoulder as she leaned forward, focused on whatever the teacher was saying. She wasn’t the same girl I remembered. Not even close.
She looked… different. The kind of different that made something twist deep inside me. The way she sat….even her sitting position was confident. I noticed the small smile on her face when she answered a question right. Even the way her hand brushed her hair out of her face. It was natural now, easy.
“When did she start looking like that?” I thought, staring.
