“Don’t.”

My best friend’s voice startles me back into reality. I look away from the one person that I allowed to have my attention for far too long. At least that’s what my best friend, Erin, tells me. My heart says different.

“I just want to see if everything is okay.” I shut my locker and lean against it. My eyes can’t help but look down the hall to the body that’s staring mindlessly into a locker.

“I talked to her earlier. She’s cool.” Erin grabs my hand and starts to lead me towards our class. Before I get too far, I look over my shoulder and catch brown eyes on me. I snap my head back to my friend.

“You changed your number?”

“Shit!” I slam my hand against my cheat. “Don’t do that.”

“Your number?” She rolls her eyes when I fan myself trying to catch my breath. She really did scare me.

“It’s been that way for a couple of weeks.” I shoulder my book bag and lean against my locker. “You’re just noticing?” I mentally slap myself for sounded so wounded at the thought that she doesn’t really care.

“I thought you were just ignoring my text. Last night I called and…Spencer?” She grabs my arm when I try to walk past.

“Erin’s waiting,” I step away from her and she releases my arm. “You have a minute. Go.”

“Can I have your new number?”

“You are the reason why I changed my number at all…” I roll my eyes to really get my point across. She doesn’t say anything just stares at me. “You’re wasting your minute.”

“I don’t know what to say.” She sighs and shakes her head. “You said you wanted space and I’ve ba…”

“Ash…” She pauses when I say her name. “Don’t. You know I don’t really want space. I want you to get better.”

“It’s not that easy Spencer.” She frowns when she says this.

“Minutes up.” I don’t even bother to look back when I practically run outside and to the car.

“Davies, remove the hood.” Mr. Potter my second period History teacher repeats for the second time.

“Oh shit.” I hear some guy say. I look over and Ashley has a red line across her face. Looks like someone took a wire across her face.