Ashley's pov

"You're late." Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and radiated upward into my cheeks.

I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was right, I was exactly five minutes late.

I move my eyes away from the clock to scan around the class. Everyone's eyes were on me, studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would give.

But I didn't have ...