Ashley's pov 

"Can I talk to you in private?" I ask Blake coming up behind him. He was already seated at the lunch table, Ryan on the opposite side of him eating and talking about God knows what.

I had placed the test in the front pocket of my bag. I wanted nothing more to throw it away and pretend nothing happened. But my conscience would not let me.

Blake noticed the tone of my voice because he turned to face me quickly, brows furrowed. I tear my eyes away from him, not ...