ASHLEY’S POV
I walked straight toward Lucas before I could hesitate, before the doubt or embarrassment had time to catch up with me. My heart was pounding, not from fear but from the weight of everything that had happened last night. The jacket. The tires. The way he left my messages on read. I needed answers. I needed something to make sense.
But the moment I stopped in front of him, he didn’t even look at me.
He leaned against the locker, hood up, scrolling on his phone like I wasn’t standing right there. Like he hadn’t texted me at 2 a.m. asking if I’d gotten home safe. Like nothing between us had ever existed in the first place.
“Lucas,” I said, trying to steady my voice.
He didn’t look up.
I swallowed. “I need to ask you something.”
His eyes flicked up briefly. He looked cold a
