GUILT

Jason’s Pov

I sat on my bed, with the tuxedo I was meant to wear for the ball laying on the bed. A lot went through my mind and I couldn’t help but get lost for a while.

I thought of how our father was bent on ensuring that we find our mate and how he had no idea that she was living under the same roof with us.

A deep hiss escaped my lips as I folded my hands to my chest. I hated anything that concerned mates and it wasn’t surprising that the news of the ball did not move me.

I wasn’t concerned about what would happen even if a part of my heart was not so comfortable with it. I could feel trouble brewing up but couldn’t place my hands on what it might be about.

My door knob clicked and Ashley walked into my room. Ever since the incident at the pool, there seemed to be a rift in our communication. She was mad at me because I insisted that she apologized to Kayla.

That was one thing I didn’t regret though and I didn’t know why…

“HI”, Ashley mumbled and walked over to me, with a bri