i sit down beside him and tug off my jacket. he looks over at me and laughs.
"what?" i ask, tightening my scarf.
"i-i'm being s-silly, aren't i?" ashton asks.
i shake my head, "it's okay. i understand."
"you probably wish i w-were that g-guy sending you texts a-again," he nervously plays with his sleeves.
"no, stop, you're fine." i tell him.
he looks over at me, "why... why did you follow me?"
i laugh, "i was just curious,"
"about what?" he asks.
"just wanted to know more about you," i admit.
he smiles at me, "that's so creepy."
"i know," i say, "... sorry."
his smile slowly fades, "elle... what happened to your jaw?"
