DEMI
Ten minutes after Ashton drives us to the middle of nowhere, I remain frozen in the passenger seat, watching him pacing a few feet ahead of the car. What the hell is he thinking? Why did he bring me here and why won't he talk to me? Occasionally, he'd turn to glance at me, like he wants to make sure I'm still in the car.
I have no idea what is going through his mind but if his eyes are any indication, it's a turmoil in there. With a deep sigh, I unlock the door and march over blades of grass to stand next to him.
"What's going on, Ashton? Why'd you bring me here?" I ask with my hands crossed over my chest defensively. He turns and the impact of his blue eyes hits me afresh, hard and daunting. Still, I refuse to tear my eyes away. If we're going to talk, it has to be now.
