JACK’S POV
The week felt like punishment. Every morning I walked into school with the same pathetic hope that maybe today Ashley would finally look at me, finally text me back, finally give me something other than cold silence.
But she didn’t. Not once.
I texted her, “Can we talk?” No reply. I called her; she declined the call. I tried intercepting her between classes, but she only gave me quick cold glances before turning her face away like I was nothing but a ghost in her hallway. And every time she looked away, something inside me twisted.
People noticed. I could hear the whispers even when I pretended I couldn’t.
“He deserved it.”
“No, Ashley is being dramatic.”
“Jack messed up so badly.”
“I he didn’t like her before so, what happened?”
I hated how everyone thought they had
