- 5.
Ashton started to say something else, but I
stopped him. He glared at me and muttered,
“Useless,” before storming out. I couldn’t stay.
Grabbing my bag, I followed him. Just as I
reached the door, Ethan called out, “Olivia, get
back here!” I turned and smiled. “It’s okay,
10:07
Ethan. Have fun. I’ll check on Ashton.” It was the first time I’d willingly called him Ethan. He didn’t look pleased. His face hardened. “Get back here!” This time, I didn’t listen. As I pushed the door open, I heard the crash of
more breaking glass. The door closed behind me, shutting out the noise.
