ASHLEY’S POV
I sat cross-legged on my bed, curling my hair with one hand while my phone balanced against my shoulder. Melissa’s voice came through the speaker, teasing as always.
“So let me get this straight,” she said. “Jason. the Jason, captain of the football team, six-foot-three, all-American smile, asked you to a hangout tonight, and you said yes?”
I rolled my eyes and laughed “It’s not a date, Mel. It’s just a team hangout.”
“Uh-huh.” She dragged out the sound. “And next you’ll tell me he just wants to study algebra with you.”
I snorted. “Stop. You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m ridiculous? You’re the one giggling while curling your hair for a non-date. What are you even wearing?”
I looked at the clothes laid out on my bed: my favorite dark jeans and a fitted red top that hugged me in a
