Jayson P.O.V.
I started walking out of the door. I closed it, locked it up, and walked toward the steps.
Once I parked the truck in the school parking lot. I usually go pick up Ashely, but I needed to think.
So, when we have that talk. I know something to say to her. I put my truck in park.
I started to turn off the engine and unsnap the seatbelt. I swing the door open. I got out, started shutting my door, and walked away toward the school.
In class, I heard Miss Weber, the math teacher. She is filling in for Mrs. Waters who is still on leave from having her baby boys. My father and my uncle's best friend, Andy Waters. So, Miss. Weber, me, and she had a one-month thing. I am walking into her classroom. I could see she was still trying to get my attention, but I wished I had never slept with her.
"Good morning, Jayson; how you been," I heard her say. Then she said something I could listen to.